I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 63

63: The Young Master’s Prowess Is Beyond Your Comprehension

“Seriously? You’ll only tell me when the time comes?”

Lu Yuan lifted Bai Xin’er’s chin with his fingers, his gaze burning with intensity.

“Don’t forget, we’re cultivation partners now.”

“Keeping secrets from me? That’s unacceptable.”

Without waiting for a reply, he captured her lips in a searing kiss while his hands roamed freely.

“Good brother~ I was wrong~ Ah! That tickles!”

“Good brother~ Please spare me! There’s something urgent we need to discuss!”

“I’m begging you~ Brother~ Have mercy!”

Under Lu Yuan’s relentless assault, Bai Xin’er dissolved into breathless laughter, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.

“What’s so urgent?” Lu Yuan finally relented, pulling her into his embrace.

“I recently heard you annihilated the Cloud Sword Holy Land.”

“Rumors say you brought back both Xiao Yun’er and Tang Yun.”

“How did you deal with Tang Yun?”

Bai Xin’er’s curiosity was palpable.

“Him? Long dead, flayed alive and fed to the dogs!”

Lu Yuan smirked with evident satisfaction.

The “thousand cuts” punishment had become the Execution Hall’s newest fascination. Every condemned prisoner now served as practice material.

“What? Dead already?!”

Bai Xin’er’s eyes widened briefly before she grew solemn. “Tang Yun has an older sister. She will seek vengeance.”

“Revenge? Then I’ll kill her too.”

Lu Yuan dismissed the concern with a shrug.

If even the Cloud Sword Holy Land’s Young Master had fallen to him, what threat could some sister pose?

“No! You can’t kill her yet–not now!”

Bai Xin’er jolted upright in agitation, only to wince as sharp pain lanced through her body.

She shot Lu Yuan with an accusatory glare. “This is your fault! You were anything but gentle last night!”

“Three rounds was nothing. My goal is seven per night.”

Lu Yuan boasted shamelessly while soothing her with gentle strokes.

“Sev-seven?! You’re insane!”

Bai Xin’er’s blush deepened.

“But back to business–why spare Tang Yun’s sister?”

Lu Yuan refocused, recognizing the gravity of the discussion.

Much as he craved another “battle,” Bai Xin’er’s current state wouldn’t allow it.

“Listen carefully. Tang Yun’s sister, Tang Xiaowu, possesses a born Profound Yin Body, a peerless constitution for dual cultivation!”

“Never underestimate it. This physique can solidify your foundation through intimacy.”

Bai Xin’er’s voice turned grave. “In your original future, unstable foundations led to your downfall. With her, your power would ascend to new heights.”

“However…”

She trailed off hesitantly.

“Let me guess-in that timeline, someone else claimed her first?”

Lu Yuan deduced from her expression.

Nodding, Bai Xin’er elaborated:

In that future, Tang Xiaowu remained secluded within the Tyrant’s Holy Land.

—

After sharing a brief moment of tender intimacy, an exhausted Bai Xin’er succumbed to sleep. Lu Yuan carefully dressed himself and quietly stepped outside, making his way toward…

[…]

“So much could happen in the future. It seems my decision to abolish my cultivation was indeed correct!” Lu Yuan mused to himself.

“Though I never imagined Bai Xin’er would remain untouched until her time-traveling moment. Such profound devotion.”

“Many future events remain unclear. I’ll have to handle them one by one…”

As Lu Yuan entered the main hall, his mind raced with strategies. Had Bai Xin’er not taken the initiative to seek him out, he might never have dared face her directly.

What truly moved him was the realization of Bai Xin’er’s genuine sincerity – her persistent devotion over so long, never allowing love to curdle into hatred.

If Bai Xin’er, as a reincarnator, could leverage her foreknowledge to consistently stay ahead of events.

This was an advantage that could absolutely be exploited.

Yet he wasn’t the original Lu Yuan. With two transmigrators now present, history had likely already been altered. His only hope was to promptly address whatever matters Bai Xin’er revealed.

While Lu Yuan walked lost in thought, the guards of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect gaped at his passing figure, their eyes wide with astonishment.

—

“Damn! That’s our Young Master for you – absolutely legendary!”

“To ignite such passion right after meeting! The Young Master is truly our role model, someone we should all learn from!”

“Learn? Learn what exactly? The Young Master and the Holy Maiden were formally betrothed, and she’s utterly devoted to him. What exactly could you possibly learn, you moron!”

“……”

The demonic palace guards buzzed like spectators who’d just witnessed the juiciest scandal. They all knew Bai Xin’er had entered Lu Yuan’s private quarters and hadn’t yet emerged.

After last night’s strenuous activities, the Holy Maiden was likely having considerable difficulty moving about today.