The Ten Heroines are Insane! - Chapter 129:

Chapter 129: Why Do You Appear Here?

Inside the Jiuxing Palace, in a disciple’s room, more than a dozen Jiuxing Palace disciples had gathered. One of them respectfully handed a booklet to the man seated at the table.

“Senior Brother Bai, here’s the information on the disciples from the other six major palaces. Please take a look.”

Taking the booklet, Bai Wangchuan casually flipped through a few pages.

“Now that we know the mysterious techniques used by disciples from the other palaces, Senior Brother Bai can easily counter them during the competition. No matter who you encounter, victory is certain.”

“Senior Brother Bai will surely rank at the top this year. I heard there are several elder vacancies. Senior Brother Bai’s promotion to Senior Elder is just around the corner.”

Several disciples rubbed their hands, smiling flatteringly.

Bai Wangchuan smiled and waved his hand humbly, “No, there are many masters among the senior disciples in the Holy Land. I am but a man of modest talent and shallow learning. How can I compare to them?”

“Still, since there’s an opportunity, it’s only right to strive for it. All junior brothers should work hard and aim for good results.”

Bai Wangchuan’s words sounded righteous and sincere. The others smiled as well, but inside, their hearts were filled with disdain.

You say it nicely, but aren’t you the one who forced us to collect this information, regardless of the risks? If it weren’t for you being the chief disciple of the Jiuxing Palace, who would dare take such a risk, spying on disciples from other palaces? If caught, how could we survive in the Holy Land?

As Bai Wangchuan flipped through the pages, he suddenly frowned.

“Huh? Why is there so little information about the Heavenly Cold Palace? Zhang Heng, weren’t you in charge of the Heavenly Cold Palace?”

Zhang Heng stepped forward with a dejected look and hurriedly explained, “Senior Brother Bai, I was collecting information at the Heavenly Cold Palace, but I was almost caught by the Holy Son…”

“What?!”

Everyone gasped. 

Bai Wangchuan was so shocked he nearly fell out of his chair. 

Grabbing Zhang Heng by the collar, he shouted furiously, “I told you to be careful! Did the Holy Son find out?”

Zhang Heng waved his hands frantically, his face bitter, “Senior Brother, listen to me! I fled before the Holy Son could catch me. I don’t think he noticed anything…”

“Go to hell!” 

Bai Wangchuan lost his composure and kicked Zhang Heng to the ground.

If not for a few junior brothers restraining him, Bai Wangchuan would have continued beating Zhang Heng.

“If the Holy Son discovers this, it’ll be considered cheating in the assessment! I’ll lose my position as chief disciple!”

“Trash! Useless trash! If the Holy Son finds out, it’s all over for me!”

“Get out! Get lost! Don’t let me see your face again!”

Zhang Heng scrambled out, rolling and crawling, his heart filled with anger and resentment.

Back on the Qiankun Continent, he had once been a figure shining like a star. Though he no longer held such prestige in the Holy Land, the pride buried deep in his bones had not faded.

“Fine, Bai Wangchuan. I risked expulsion for your dirty work, and you treat me like a dog…”

Old and new grievances welled up inside him. Burning with fury, Zhang Heng made a rash decision.

“Alright, you want to cheat? Aren’t you afraid the Holy Son will find out? I’ll expose everything to the Holy Son today!”

Resolute, Zhang Heng turned and walked toward the Holy Fire Palace.

“Holy Son, disciple Zhang Heng requests an audience.”

Arriving at the Holy Fire Palace, Zhang Heng took two deep breaths, summoned his courage, and pushed open the door.

However, the vast palace was empty—there was no sign of the Holy Son.

Instead, Lin Yu’er sat beside Xu Ze’s bed, clutching a pillow with an intoxicated expression. When she noticed Zhang Heng entering, she quickly put down the pillow, her face flustered.

“You—who are you? Who let you barge into the Holy Son’s palace?” Lin Yu’er asked, flustered and annoyed. The person before her clearly wasn’t a disciple of the Holy Fire Palace.

“Ah… Disciple Zhang Heng of Jiuxing Palace. I have an urgent matter to report to the Holy Son.”

“The Holy Son isn’t here. Come back tomorrow,” Lin Yu’er said impatiently. She had finally taken advantage of the Holy Son being away to “gather some traces,” and now an outsider had come barging in.

“But it’s urgent—it concerns cheating in the competition!” Zhang Heng said anxiously, cupping his fists and bowing repeatedly. “Sister, please tell me where the Holy Son has gone.”

“How could I possibly know where the Holy Son went…” Lin Yu’er sighed. The man looked so desperate she couldn’t bring herself to drive him away.

“The Holy Son left early this morning and hasn’t returned. Maybe he went down the mountain.”

“Going down the mountain? Thank you, Senior Sister!”

Zhang Heng’s face lit up with joy as he quickly turned around and ran out of the palace.

“Ridiculous…”

Lin Yu’er rolled her eyes. Then, she hugged Xu Ze’s pillow again, her expression dreamy and intoxicated. The faint scent lingering on the pillow made her feel particularly comfortable. Hugging it was like embracing Xu Ze himself.

“Cough.”

A sudden cough broke the silence.

Frowning, Lin Yu’er turned around in irritation and snapped, “I already told you the Holy Son might have gone down the mountain, why are you still— Ah, Holy Son…”

Standing at the door, Xu Ze was looking at her with a half-smile.

Lin Yu’er’s face turned bright red. She hastily dropped the pillow and stammered, “Holy Son, Yu’er was just… just arranging your pillow…”

Xu Ze smiled helplessly. 

This girl had been doing this sort of thing for far more than just a day or two. In his first nine lives, he had been secretly watched and admired by her countless times.

He didn’t expose her antics. Instead, he turned toward the door and said, “Yu’er, let me introduce someone. This is Miss Nalan Yun from the Nalan Merchant Guild.”

“Eh?”

Lin Yu’er froze.

Beside Xu Ze, a girl in white holding a large book appeared. Her expression was dull and calm, causing Lin Yu’er’s eyelids to twitch involuntarily.

“Miss Yun will be staying at the Holy Fire Palace for a few days. I’ll leave her food and accommodation arrangements to you.”

“Uh…”

Lin Yu’er was a little overwhelmed.

Nalan Yun stepped forward and extended her small hand, “Hello.”

“…Hello.”

Forcing a smile, Lin Yu’er shook Nalan Yun’s hand.

Why…

Why does this person appear here?