The Ten Heroines are Insane! - Chapter 120:

Chapter 120: Yes, I Am the Scumbag of the Tenth Generation:

At the mountain behind Nalan Mansion, Nalan Yun and Nalan Qing sat together, gazing at the stars twinkling in the night sky. After listening to Nalan Qing’s story, Nalan Yun nodded thoughtfully. Despite all the knowledge she had gained from reading countless books across the Qiankun Continent, she had never encountered anything like the terrifying phenomenon Nalan Qing described. It was beyond her understanding.

Yet, one thing became clear: Xu Ze’s strategy.

She knew that defeating Gu Ling wasn’t about attacking her physical body.

At the Mystic Sovereign Realm, Gu Ling had become immortal. Even if the Holy Master himself were to confront her, neither of them could truly die in battle.

The key to defeating Gu Ling was her soul. While her power was formidable, it was artificially enhanced through secret potions, making it unstable. Her soul, tormented and eroded through nine lifetimes, had become incredibly fragile.

That’s why only Xu Ze, the Holy Son, could defeat her. Gu Ling’s greatest weakness was him.

But the Holy Son had no memories of their past lives, so how could he possibly know this? Nalan Yun wondered.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the others from the Holy Land.

“Where’s Xu Ze?” Qu Qinghan landed swiftly and rushed over to the sisters.

Nalan Qing pointed to a flickering light in the distance with a sorrowful expression.

“What is that?” Qu Qinghan asked in confusion. She reached out her hand to touch it, but a stern voice called out behind her.

“Qinghan, stop!”

The Holy Lord strode over, his tone firm.

“Yes, Master,” Qu Qinghan quickly withdrew, concern etched on her face. “But what is this?”

The Holy Master examined the light closely, his eyebrow furrowed. “This is new to me as well, but I can sense the immense power contained within this small light. No one must interfere.”

He stroked his beard, contemplating. Even he, in his vast experience, felt uneasy at the power emanating from the light. If unleashed, it had the potential to destroy the entire universe.

“Will Xu Ze be alright?” Qu Qinghan’s usual calm demeanor gave way to worry. The cold mask she wore now revealed her genuine concern.

Nalan Yun and Nalan Qing shared the same anxious look. The Holy Master observed the three women and couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“Ah, my disciple truly is the same as ever. Romantic to the core…” He muttered.

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In the chaotic void, Xu Ze’s words pierced Gu Ling’s heart like a hammer, shattering her defenses. Her body trembled as tears welled up in her eyes.

“What… what did you say?” she stammered.

Xu Ze smiled gently and pulled her into his embrace. “I said, thank you for enduring these nine lifetimes.”

He continued, “I know I made many mistakes in those lives. I abandoned those who loved me, and I lost those I loved. I took the wrong path. But in this life, I won’t make the same mistakes.”

He closed his eyes, savoring the familiar scent of Gu Ling.

Despite the changes brought by ten reincarnations, some things had remained constant. What mattered most was still here, right in his arms.

Gu Ling’s mind was spinning. The bloodlust in her eyes flickered, gradually giving way to clarity.

“You… you remember me?” she asked softly.

“How could I forget?” Xu Ze said with a smile. “You’re my little Linger. I could never forget you.”

The mention of her old nickname—the one only Xu Ze knew—brought a flood of memories. Tears spilled over as Gu Ling slapped him across the face, overwhelmed by emotion.

“Why did you abandon me? Why did you pretend not to remember when you did all along? Do you think it’s fun to torment me?” She sobbed.

She hit him weakly, her fists thumping against his chest. There was no strength behind the blows, just the desperate release of pent-up feelings.

Xu Ze stood silently, letting her vent, knowing she needed this. He said nothing, simply holding her as she cried.

When her sobs finally subsided, Gu Ling pulled away, wiping her eyes.

She stared at the man who still loved her after all this time. Strangely, the resentment and hatred she had carried for so long began to fade.

All the destruction, all the pain—it seemed so pointless now.

“Linger, come back to the Holy Land with me,” Xu Ze said gently.

Gu Ling shook her head, a sad smile on her lips. “It’s too late, Xu Ze. If only you had told me this earlier, I might have chosen a different path.”

She held up her pale, thin hands, showing him what had become of her. “I’m not the same person anymore… I’m just a broken shell now.”

Her once-beautiful face had withered away, and her youthful glow was long gone. She felt ashamed standing before him like this, her beauty lost.

Xu Ze took her hands, his expression serious. “Do you think I care about appearances? I don’t. Beauty or ugliness is just skin deep. If I became ugly, would you stop loving me?”

Gu Ling’s heart skipped a beat. His sincerity was overwhelming, and she almost burst into tears again.

“You… you’re such a fool. After all the hurt you caused in nine lifetimes, you’re pretending to be some noble man now?” She laughed through her tears, playfully hitting him.

Xu Ze chuckled. “I never claimed to be a good man. I’m the scumbag of the ninth generation. Now, in this tenth life, I’m just perfecting it.”

“You scoundrel…” Gu Ling muttered, but the bitterness in her heart was dissolving. She looked at him, and in her mind’s eye, she saw all the moments of love they had shared over their lifetimes.

Just as she was about to speak, the chaotic void around them began to tremble.

Xu Ze frowned, sensing the flow of mysterious energy around them. “It seems we can’t stay here any longer. Let’s return.”

Gu Ling nodded, and the white light in the center of the chaos began to expand, engulfing them both.

Suddenly, Xu Ze felt something strange. He glanced at his hand and saw cracks forming on his storage ring. The white light’s power was too immense, and the ring couldn’t withstand it. In a flash, the ring shattered, scattering spiritual stones and treasures into the void.

“Damn…” Xu Ze muttered, watching helplessly as a crystal ball—Qu Qinghan’s birthday gift—was swept away and destroyed.

“Well, that’s ruined…” he sighed. “So much for that gift.”