The Ten Heroines are Insane! - Chapter 139:

Chapter 139: Corpse Refining Technique, An Inhumane Forbidden Technique

In 《Emperor of Heaven and Earth》, there are ten female leads. Each one has distinct characteristics and vastly different personalities—some are gentle and considerate, others cold and indifferent, some lively and adorable, while others are intelligent and shrewd. However, not every female lead possesses a beautiful heart. Just as there is a money-grubbing girl like Nalan Qing, there are also those with gloomy temperaments and dark hearts.

Under Xu Ze’s control, such girls would not cause harm to the world. But once they escaped his influence, they could become disastrous forces that no one could contain.

Throughout the first nine lives, though the female leads did not get along and harbored grudges, they cooperated to achieve a common goal: to punish Xu Ze. Among them was one particularly unsociable girl. She was gloomy and solitary, and her cultivation techniques were cruel and sinister, enough to make people shiver. Even someone as kind as Nalan Yun found it difficult to interact with her. After just a few seconds of eye contact, the short figure averted her gaze from the tall, black-robed man and silently moved to the side.

Qu Qinghan noticed the change in Xu Ze’s expression and followed his gaze, but the two figures had already disappeared around the corner.

“Nothing,” Xu Ze smiled and said, “The next round of competition seems to have started.” As he spoke, his eyes turned to the competition stage.

Qu Qinghan snorted lightly and stopped asking, focusing her attention on the platform.

At that moment, the next batch of disciples stepped onto the stage. Zhang Heng, a disciple of Nine Star Palace, also entered to challenge Zhao Zheng.

“I didn’t expect someone like you to reach this round,” said Yang Huai, a disciple of Purple Cloud Palace, standing opposite Zhang Heng. As the top genius of Purple Cloud Palace, Yang Huai looked down on Zhang Heng, who had somehow managed to reach the third round.

“It seems Nine Star Palace is in decline if even you can get to the third round of testing,” Yang Huai sneered and casually beckoned, “Don’t say I’m bullying you. I’ll give you three moves. I’ll strike after you’ve made them.”

Zhang Heng said nothing. He stomped the ground, sending a piece of gravel flying into the air, then clenched his right fist and punched at Yang Huai’s chest. The punch roared as it broke through the air, the terrifying force shocking Yang Huai.

Not daring to honor his promise of giving three moves, Yang Huai hurriedly gathered all his profound Qi to defend against the blow. However, it felt as though he had punched Xuan Iron. His right arm twisted unnaturally, and with a miserable scream, it broke. Zhang Heng’s punch sent him flying off the stage, clutching his arm and howling in pain.

Hiss—

A collective gasp echoed among the spectators.

Everyone knew Yang Huai’s strength. As a disciple in the middle stage of the Jushen Realm, he was a well-known boxing genius in Purple Cloud Palace. Yet he was defeated in a single punch? It was beyond belief.

On the observation deck, the elders whispered among themselves, disbelief written all over their faces.

“There’s something wrong with that person,” Qu Qinghan frowned. “His profound Qi is as still as dead water. It doesn’t look like something cultivated naturally.”

Xu Ze nodded calmly. Of course, he knew the truth—Zhang Heng’s power was not his own. His strength had been forcibly enhanced by a terrifying forbidden art—the Corpse Refining Technique.

As the name suggests, the Corpse Refining Technique is a forbidden technique that has been banned on Qiankun Continent for thousands of years. It involves refining corpses and using them to fight. Later, under the study of monks who practiced forbidden arts, the technique evolved to be used on living beings. By refining the bodies of the living, their strength could be forcibly enhanced, but they would gradually turn into puppet-like living corpses.

This was a cruel and inhumane forbidden technique, far more terrifying than the evil methods used by demonic cultivators. Among the ten female leads, there was one who practiced these sinister secret arts, mutilating living beings at will and turning them into lifeless puppets.

Qu Qinghan glanced at Xu Ze. Seeing his calm expression and lack of intention to intervene, she frowned slightly.

“Why? You seem to have known about this for a long time?” she asked.

Xu Ze smiled casually and replied without hesitation.

Qu Qinghan looked at him, confused, but since Xu Ze tacitly allowed it, she, as the Holy Maiden, couldn’t press further. She snorted coldly, “Suit yourself. I’m not going to care about you.”

Xu Ze remained silent.

He was playing the long game to catch the bigger prey. If he acted rashly now, someone with her intelligence would undoubtedly sense the danger and immediately flee. Right now, she dared to push the limits under Xu Ze’s gaze because she was confident in her strength. She also believed that Xu Ze, without memories of his previous nine lives, couldn’t confirm her current identity.

Lightly tapping his fingers on his knees, Xu Ze rested his chin on his hand, watching Zhang Heng as he left the stage, a playful glint in his eyes. Since she wanted to play, he would play along. But once the game was over, it would not end with a mere punishment.

The competition continued.

Ye Fan swept away his opponent in an instant with a dazzling display of feathered sword techniques. Amid the cheers from his fellow disciples, Ye Fan raised a finger in a feigned display of cool arrogance and walked off the competition stage, excitement flashing in his eyes.

“Well done, Junior Brother Ye! I didn’t expect you to improve so much,” Chen Bin said enthusiastically, patting Ye Fan hard on the shoulder, as if he himself had won.

“Junior Brother Ye, from the looks of it, you’re the most promising disciple in our Holy Fire Palace.”

“As expected of Senior Brother Ye, you’re definitely destined to become the chief of the Holy Fire Palace!”

“Hehe, no, no, I wouldn’t dare,” Ye Fan chuckled. Surrounded by his fellow disciples from the Holy Fire Palace, their smiles and approval warmed his heart, filling him with a sense of belonging.

Compared to when he first arrived in this world, Ye Fan now fully regarded the Holy Fire Palace as his home. Back then, he had been cannon fodder in the eyes of everyone, showing off a measly 5.5 points of strength. But now, seeing the genuine smiles and support around him, he felt a rare moment of embarrassment.

He rubbed his nose awkwardly and, under the laughter of his fellow apprentices, prepared to leave the venue to rest.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt a cold, piercing gaze. His body tensed, and he turned around quickly.

In a corner not far away, he spotted a figure clad in emerald green robes, silently staring at him. It was Lu Qingqing.

“Sister Lu?” Ye Fan swallowed nervously.

No matter how hard she tried, Lu Qingqing couldn’t hide the murderous intent in her eyes. She knew that in this competition, the only opponent standing in her way was Ye Fan. He was the sole obstacle between her and fulfilling the promise she had made to the Holy Son.

“Holy Son, for you, I will never lose… I will not lose no matter what…”