The Ten Heroines are Insane! - Chapter 108:

Chapter 108: With Nalan Yun’er’s Help, Will the Holy Son Go Out Shopping?:

“Cousin.” Nalan Yun said firmly.

“Cousin?” Nalan Qing paused, showing a hint of disdain. “Are you talking about Nalan Cheng?”

Nalan Yun nodded, gently patting the still-confused Nalan Qing on the shoulder. “Sister, this is as far as I can help you. If you want to win back the Holy Son and protect your secret stash, you’ll have to rely on yourself.”

Tianhai City, Nalan Merchant Guild Branch.

In a lavishly furnished room, a man sat on a soft chair, surrounded by women on both sides. His expression was full of arrogance.

“Hehe, remember, in this Tianhai City, the Nalan Merchant Guild rules everything. And I am your master,” the man said smugly. “Serve me well, and I’ll make sure you live in luxury, without a care in the world.”

The women with him exchanged looks of disgust but hid their feelings, giggling to keep up the pretense. They knew all too well that this man, as the young master of the Nalan Merchant Guild, held power over them.

Seeing their fake smiles, the man grew even more arrogant, becoming more brazen in his behavior.

“Master, master, bad news! There’s a letter from the main house!” a panicked voice shouted from outside the door. The butler rushed in, holding a sealed letter.

“You idiot! Can’t you see I’m busy?” The man roared in anger, kicking the butler to the ground.

The butler immediately bowed, speaking with urgency, “Young master, this letter is from the eldest miss…”

“Cousin Qing’er?” The man was startled and quickly snatched the letter from the butler. “Could it be that teasing Widow Liu a while ago reached her ears? I was only just exiled to this backwater by her a few months ago…”

As he read the letter, his initial worry turned to delight.

“Hah! This is great news!”

“What is it, master?” the butler asked, leaning in for a closer look.

The man shoved him aside. “Get lost! Cousin Qing’er wants me to take 500 cultivators back with me.”

The butler’s face lit up. “Return to the main house?”

“Of course! Cousin Qing’er must be missing me and wants me back. She wrote to me personally, didn’t she?” The man’s face was filled with vulgar pride.

The women next to him clung to him more tightly, not wanting to lose their meal ticket in Tianhai City.

“Master Cheng, who is this cousin of yours? Why not stay here and live happily with us instead of going back?”

“That’s right. Is your cousin Qing’er as pretty as we are?” one of the women asked coyly.

The man sneered, looking at them with disdain. “Hah! Compete with my cousin Qing’er? Don’t make me laugh. She’s the head of the Nalan Merchant Guild, and soon she’ll be the head of the entire Nalan Family. Marry her, and you’ll control the whole Nalan empire.”

He grinned proudly. “My Nalan family doesn’t have many men left. The head of the family has only two daughters. Aside from me, there’s only one other young master, but he was killed recently. That means there’s no one to compete with me for my cousin.”

“You know what they say: ‘those who are near the water get the fish first.’ Cousin Qing’er wants me back at the main house—it’s clear she’s ready to form an alliance with me.” He laughed loudly. “The Nalan Merchant Guild will soon be mine!”

Seeing his overconfident smile, the two women congratulated him. “Congratulations, young master! Don’t forget us when you’re rich and powerful!”

“Of course, of course.” He waved them off, and he sneered inwardly, “Once I control the Nalan Merchant Guild, I’ll be one of the most powerful men in the world. You two will be lucky if I don’t get rid of you.”

The butler’s eyes kept flickering to the letter. He sighed and spoke cautiously, “Young master, the miss mentioned that there are Holy Sons and Holy Maidens from the Upper Realm at Nalan Mansion. She warned us to be careful…”

“Holy Son, Holy Maiden—what do they have to do with me?” the man scoffed. “No matter who they are, when they come to Tianhai City, they have to bow to our Nalan Mansion. Even the emperor would have to show respect!”

The butler opened his mouth to explain the difference between the empire and the Holy Lands, but seeing the young master’s delusional state, he sighed and gave up.

In the letter, Nalan Qing also mentioned the presence of demonic cultivators in Wanjin Province. She had summoned the young master back to bring reinforcements.

The butler bowed, “I’ll go make the necessary preparations, young master.”

“Go ahead, just don’t interrupt my business,” the man waved him off, already lost in his fantasies of wealth and power.

…

Meanwhile, in Nalan Family Mansion…

Xu Ze sat in the courtyard, lost in thought. Qu Qinghan’s birthday was approaching, and he still had no idea what to get her.

Spiritual weapons and jade?

She didn’t care for those.

Martial arts manuals?

She had already mastered all the techniques she needed.

Spiritual stones felt too impersonal, and a dinner invitation seemed too trivial.

He glanced at his storage ring.

Inside were a few healing elixirs, a collection of spiritual stones, and some high-level cultivation techniques he studied in his free time. None of these felt suitable.

Just as he was deep in thought, Nalan Qing passed by. She hesitated, then stepped back, poking her head into the courtyard.

“Holy Son?” she called softly.

Xu Ze frowned slightly, still holding a grudge from their earlier encounter. “What is it, Miss Nalan?”

Seeing his displeasure, Nalan Qing’s heart sank, but she forced a smile. “Lord Holy Son… You haven’t had the chance to explore Wanjin Province yet, have you? If you’d like, I can take you to visit the Nalan Merchant Guild.”

Xu Ze paused, considering the offer. That’s right. He was here in Nalan Mansion—why not visit the Merchant Guild and buy a gift for Qinghan himself?

His expression softened. “Very well, Miss Nalan. Lead the way.”

Nalan Qing’s face brightened with excitement, and she cheerfully guided him toward the Nalan Merchant Guild.