The Ten Heroines are Insane! - Chapter 116:

Chapter 116: It’s Time to Resolve This Matter:

Xu Ze’s transformation lasted through the night. 

Nalan Qing sat nearby, anxiously watching, hoping for Xu Ze’s breakthrough. He was attempting to advance from the Divine Profound Realm to the Sovereign Profound Realm—an incredibly rare feat on the Qiankun Continent. 

Even the most gifted cultivators had failed at this critical moment, remaining forever stuck below the Mystic Sovereign Realm. But if successful, the world would be at his feet, and his power would shake the heavens and earth.

“God bless the Holy Son, keep him safe,” Nalan Qing prayed, knowing she could do nothing to help. All she could do was wait and hope.

As dawn broke, Xu Ze completed his transformation. He slowly opened his eyes, a faint gray flame flickering within them.

His already handsome face had grown more refined, and his aura had become ethereal and aloof, like that of an ancient god. His presence felt soft yet all-encompassing, as if he had merged with the very fabric of the world.

“Holy Son…” Nalan Qing whispered, looking at him in awe. “Did you break through?”

Though her previous life’s experience told her that he had succeeded, she couldn’t help but ask.

Xu Ze moved his fingers, feeling a sense of lightness.

His body brimming with boundless profound energy, like an endless ocean of power.

He smiled in satisfaction, and looked at Nalan Qing. His smile was so striking that it made her heart race and her face flush.

“Thank you, Qing’er.” Xu Ze said, extending his hand.

Nalan Qing blushed as she walked over to him, gently taking his hand. He pulled her into an embrace.

“Holy Son?” Nalan Qing’s face turned crimson, unsure why Xu Ze had suddenly hugged her.

He didn’t respond. Her words from the previous night still lingered in his mind. There were so many things he wished he could make up for, but for now, a simple hug was all he could offer.

Nalan Qing relaxed in his arms, her heart racing with shyness. She rested her head on his chest, breathing in his scent.

After a while, she murmured, “Holy Son… though this is lovely, perhaps it would be better if you wore some clothes.”

“Ah.” Xu Ze looked down, realizing his robes had been burned during the breakthrough. He was left with just half a pair of pants. His muscular body was exposed, and Nalan Qing, had it not been for her previous life’s experience, might have fainted from embarrassment.

He quickly dressed in a white robe with red fire cloud patterns, restoring his composed and distant demeanor as the Holy Son of the Holy Land. Holding Nalan Qing’s hand, he gestured toward the door.

“It’s time to settle the remaining matters.”

…

Chaos reigned at Nalan Mansion. Demonic cultivators relentlessly attacked the defensive formation, hurling insults as they tried to break through.

“Look at them! Hiding in their turtle shell!”

“I’ve heard the Nalan family is full of weaklings, and now I see it’s true!”

The cultivators inside the mansion were terrified, watching helplessly as the demonic forces jeered at them. Just when all seemed lost, a deep rumble came from within Nalan Mansion.

Everyone turned to see rows of cultivators from the Nalan family wheeling out large cannons shaped like dragon heads.

“It’s the Divine Dragon Cannons!” one of the servants cried in surprise.

Behind the cultivators, Nalan Yun led a group of elders. Her once innocent face now held a grave seriousness, and everyone looked to her for guidance. 30 Divine Dragon Cannons were lined up, aimed at the demonic cultivators outside the defensive barrier.

“Spirit stones,” Nalan Yun commanded calmly, her voice cutting through the air.

The cultivators obeyed, hauling out massive spirit stones as large as an arm. Each cannon required two cultivators to load the stone into the breech. The cannons began to hum with power as they were prepared to fire.

The demonic cultivators outside, seeing the cannons, sneered.

“What are those? Cannons? Are they seriously trying to fight us with mortal weapons?”

“Ha! Nalan Mansion must be desperate if they’re resorting to such weak measures.”

Despite the laughter, Nalan Yun remained stoic. She lifted her hand, signaling the monks. Then, with a calm expression, she gave the command: “Fire.”

…

Inside the mansion, Qu Qinghan sat sipping tea, unaffected by the turmoil outside.

She was more interested in what Xu Ze had been up to all night.

Could that scheming Nalan Qing have seduced him?

With memories from her previous lives, Qu Qinghan knew Xu Ze wasn’t the type to remain faithful to one woman. While he was a good man, he had always had multiple wives. But this time, Qu Qinghan couldn’t accept it. The nine women from her past lives had left a lasting mark on her psyche, and she shuddered at the possibility of having more rivals.

If these demonic cultivators could take care of the Nalan sisters for her, it would certainly simplify things. Lost in thought, she barely noticed the ground trembling beneath her feet.

Suddenly, the world turned blinding white, and a deafening roar shattered the sky.

Qu Qinghan’s teacup fell to the ground, breaking into pieces. Alarmed, she rushed outside, only to see cultivators and servants stumbling around, some of them unconscious.

In the sky, where the demonic cultivators had been, there was nothing. Tens of thousands of them had vanished, leaving behind a perfectly clear blue sky.