The Ten Heroines are Insane! - Chapter 117:

Chapter 117: The Blackened Gu Ling, The Pain of Nine Lives:

30 Divine Dragon Cannons fired simultaneously, instantly vaporizing the demonic cultivators. It was as if they had never existed at all. The immense power of the cannons even knocked out many of the younger members of the Nalan Mansion.

The elders, most of whom were at the Condensed Profound Realm, were left shaken by the overwhelming force, barely holding on.

Nalan Yun covered his ears. Even though she had been prepared, the buzzing in her head was unbearable. “As expected,” she thought, “even though my sister created these based on her memories, they still have flaws. Without proper protective measures, we risk hurting ourselves just as much as the enemy.”

“Is it over?” Qu Qinghan asked as she emerged from the hall, looking toward Nalan Yun.

“No,” Nalan Yun shook her head. Though many of the demonic cultivators had been destroyed, she could feel an even darker, more powerful presence approaching.

“I didn’t expect you to bring out the Divine Dragon Cannons,” a deep voice echoed through the sky.

Both Qu Qinghan and Nalan Yun looked up, and there, standing just outside the defensive barrier, was a figure in a black robe.

“A survivor?” Qu Qinghan’s expression turned serious. She summoned her cold energy, forming a sword in her hand.

The aura of this black-robed figure was different from the other demonic cultivators. It was eerily calm, but beneath that calm exterior was a torrent of violence and madness.

Nalan Yun narrowed her eyes, whispering, “Gu Ling…”

“What did you say?” Qu Qinghan asked, surprised. Nalan Yun didn’t respond, keeping her gaze fixed on the figure above. The black-robed figure sneered, as if amused.

“Ah, Nalan Yun, I should have known you’d see through me so easily,” the figure said, voice dripping with malice. “But that’s not surprising—if your sister could figure it out, why not you?”

With a twisted smile, the figure slowly removed her hood, revealing a pale, beautiful face. Her eyes, glowing with scarlet light, were filled with insanity and hatred.

Qu Qinghan and Nalan Yun were both struck by a deep sense of fear. This was no longer Gu Ling they once knew.

“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” Gu Ling said, her voice laced with bitterness. “I never thought we’d meet again like this.”

The madness in her eyes was undeniable. Every negative emotion imaginable seemed to radiate from her, drowning out any trace of the person she used to be.

“Is this the Demonic God’s Evil Technique?” Nalan Yun managed to ask, her voice tight with fear.

“Has she practiced the Demonic God’s Evil Technique?” Qu Qinghan gasped. Though she wasn’t deeply familiar with the Demon Abyss, her memories from past lives told her how terrifying this sect was. In one of her previous lives, Xu Ze had fallen into an abyss of no return because of it.

“Gu Ling! Why would you do this?” Qu Qinghan shouted, her voice trembling. “You know how dangerous the Demonic God’s Evil Technique is! As someone from the Demon Abyss, you should understand!”

Gu Ling laughed, her smile twisted and feral. “Of course, I know. But I don’t care anymore.”

Her voice darkened, filled with years of bottled pain. “For nine lifetimes, I’ve lost everything—family, love, everything. In every life, I’m left alone. I know it’s not my fault. The man who abandoned me is to blame. The world that abandoned me is to blame!”

Qu Qinghan and Nalan Yun fell silent.

Qu Qinghan knew this pain all too well, having been abandoned by Xu Ze herself. But for Gu Ling, it was different. Her loss wasn’t limited to just one life—it was multiplied across nine lifetimes, each filled with betrayal and suffering.

In one of their past lives, Gu Ling had even betrayed her father, the Demon Abyss Ancestor, to help Xu Ze. In the end, she watched her father die at Xu Ze’s hands, all for nothing. Nine lives of unfulfilled love and betrayal had driven her to madness.

“She’s gone mad,” Qu Qinghan whispered, realizing that the person standing before her was no longer the same Gu Ling from her memories. This woman was consumed by despair and wanted nothing more than to destroy the world that had wronged her.

“Heh, maybe I have gone crazy,” Gu Ling sneered. “Every time I think of him, I want to tear him apart, limb by limb. But when I see him… I can’t do it.”

Her voice lowered, filled with bitterness. “I won’t kill him myself… but I’ll destroy everyone he loves, starting with you.”

Bloodlust filled her eyes as her right arm morphed into a mass of demonic energy. She hurled it at the defensive barrier surrounding Nalan Mansion.

“Watch out!” Qu Qinghan yelled, pulling Nalan Yun out of the way as the demonic energy crashed into the barrier, creating cracks in the once-impenetrable shield. Dark energy seeped through the fractures, exploding at the spots where Qu Qinghan and Nalan Yun had been standing just moments before.

“She… broke the formation with one strike,” Qu Qinghan muttered, her face pale. If she hadn’t moved in time, both of them would have been killed by that attack.

“Mystic Sovereign Realm…” Nalan Yun whispered, her face ashen. The defensive formation was strong enough to withstand any attack from a cultivator below the Mystic Sovereign Realm level. But against a Mystic Sovereign Realm, it was powerless. On the Qiankun Continent, the only Mystic Sovereign known to exist was the Holy Master of the Holy Land.

“Could Gu Ling have reached that level?” Nalan Yun thought.

But something wasn’t right. As Nalan Yun examined the cracks, she realized that the power from Gu Ling’s attack had been scattered across the barrier. If Gu Ling were truly a Mystic Sovereign Realm cultivator, her power should have been more controlled. The dispersed energy hinted that something was off.

“She’s using a forbidden medicine to force her breakthrough,” Nalan Yun said aloud, clenching her fists. “Her power… is only temporary.”

Qu Qinghan looked at Nalan Yun, surprised to hear her speak so confidently. Nalan Yun took a deep breath, eyes cold as she stared at Gu Ling.

“Can you win?” Qu Qinghan asked, her voice tense.

Nalan Yun nodded, her expression resolute. “Yes. But we need the Holy Son.”