I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 9

9: The Cloud Sword Holy Land’s Saint Son Selection

“Judging by how sincerely the Demon Sect treats Lu Yuan after my transmigration, they must have genuinely cared for him.”

“If they discover I’m not the original, my fate will be worse than death.”

“But by taking over this body, I’ve actually done this kid a favor.”

“Clearly, I’m the one destined to lead the Demon Sect!”

Lu Yuan’s thoughts were calculated.

Now that he possessed this body, he had to play the part flawlessly—no room for suspicion.

That was why he’d retreated to his chambers.

Yet even as a transmigrator, he had no intention of letting that wretched couple off easy.

A smirk tugged at his lips.

As an avid novel reader, he understood this supernatural realm better than anyone: power was everything.

Without strength, even the mightiest background reduced one to a plaything.

And absolute power?

It was intoxicating.

—

Three days later.

News spread like wildfire.

Whoosh!

Streaks of light and divine rainbows pierced the skies as experts from sects, dynasties, and clans converged—all dominant figures in their own right.

Yet none dared venture closer than a thousand miles, observing from a safe distance.

The mountain range hummed with tension.

Some came hoping to rescue the Xiao family’s remnants.

Others merely spectated.

After the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s massacre of onlookers, this was the only safe radius.

The Xiao family’s downfall had become legend.

The revelation struck like a meteor plunging into the ocean—sending shockwaves through the cultivation world.

“That b1tch deserves the worst! What kind of monster gouges out eyes for a lover?!”

“The Heavenly Demon Emperor Eyes! She threw away a once-in-100,000-years gift for some side piece!”

“Destroying someone’s future is worse than killing their parents. If I were Lu Yuan, I wouldn’t just make them kneel—”

“Tch. For a demonic sect heir, he’s too merciful. I’d have skinned them alive.”

Public opinion raged.

Some condemned Xiao Yun’er’s ruthlessness.

Others marveled at the Demon Sect’s iron-fisted retribution.

The heir of a supreme sect, lowering himself to be a live-in son-in-law—yet she’d repaid him with mutilation.

Even those who’d tolerated Xiao Yun’er’s spoiled demeanor were appalled.

Beneath that beauty lurked a viper.

“Son, remember: Never marry Xiao Yun’er. Her death means nothing, but her kind drags whole bloodlines to hell.”

The incident became a cautionary tale.

Yet dissenters emerged:

“Let’s not pretend Lu Yuan’s innocent! Hiding his identity? That’s deception!”

“Exactly! No wonder she chose Tang Yun—at least he didn’t lie.”

These voices were few.

Most fixated on two questions:

Would Xiao Yun’er return?

And if she did—would Lu Yuan, still lovestruck, forgive her?

—

Meanwhile, Cloud Sword Holy Land – Main Hall

A hushed atmosphere gripped the assembly as all eyes rested on the sect master—Yun Conglong.

Seated imperiously atop the dais, his aura unfathomable, he sipped tea with a pensive gaze fixed on the young man below.

A weighty decision loomed:

Selecting the next Saint Son.

“Speak your nominations.”

“Sect Master, I nominate Tang Yun.”

An elder stepped forward.

Others echoed:

“Tang Yun’s recent expedition yielded extraordinary gains—a boon for our Holy Land.”

“His integrity toward fellow disciples is unmatched. His future is boundless.”

Yun Conglong’s fingers stilled on his teacup.

Of the three candidates, Tang Yun had always been his preference.

Now, with the elders’ endorsement…

“Where is Tang Yun? Summon him.”

His voice carried quiet interest.

Tang Yun alone had completed the trial.

With that legendary encounter no less.

If verified…

The title was as good as his.

“Sect Master, Tang Yun is meditating in the Purple Jade Bamboo Grove.”