The Ten Heroines are Insane! - Chapter 140:

Chapter 140: First Fight, Self-Destructing Puppet

After the first round of competition, night had already fallen.

In a forest, inside an abandoned wooden house, Zhang Heng knelt on the ground, bowing respectfully to the white-haired girl seated before him.

“Please, senior, please grant me more power… Today I realized my strength is not enough to take the lead…” Zhang Heng pleaded, his eyes filled with desperate longing for power.

The white-haired girl sat quietly, still wrapped in Xu Ze’s robe of the Holy Son. She seemed to have grown fond of the garment, wearing it whenever she was alone. Zhang Heng, who had visited many times over the past few days, saw her in it every time. Although he found it odd, he dared not voice his thoughts.

In the darkness, her expression was hidden, only her pink eyes glowed eerily.

She said nothing.

But the black-robed man standing beside her moved. He stepped toward Zhang Heng and, under Zhang Heng’s excited gaze, thrust his hand into Zhang Heng’s chest.

“Aaahhh!” Zhang Heng screamed.

A purple mist engulfed his body as he trembled violently, his muscles tensing and veins bulging. His body emitted a creaking sound as it endured the transformation. When the process ended, Zhang Heng looked down and saw a gaping hole in his chest that refused to heal. The skin around it was dry and waxy, stretched thinly over bone.

However, powerful energy surged through his body—it was the force of the middle stage Divine Transformation Realm.

Overjoyed, Zhang Heng kowtowed madly, “Thank you, senior! Thank you, senior!”

After expressing his gratitude, he hurriedly covered the wound and rushed out.

Behind him, in the pitch-black room, the black-robed man returned to his place behind the girl, lowering his head and standing motionless.

The white-haired girl lifted her hand slightly, a silver thread flickering as the door closed quietly, returning the room to darkness. She hugged the robe closer, burying her face in it. Her pink pupils slowly closed until everything was silent.

Later that night, at the Holy Fire Palace.

After finishing the day’s tasks, Lin Yu’er returned to her room and threw herself onto the bed in delight. Scattered across the bed were several more pieces of her ‘collection.’

Ever since she lost a piece of Xu Ze’s clothing last time and failed to retrieve it, she had no choice but to target his room again. Luckily, Xu Ze had recently changed his wardrobe, allowing Lin Yu’er to ‘salvage’ some of his old garments that should have been discarded.

Of course, Lin Yu’er made sure to hide them carefully.

“Ahem, the Holy Son’s clothes are made from the finest materials. It would be a pity to waste them!” she told herself, giving a perfectly reasonable excuse for her actions.

By now, Lin Yu’er felt no shame in her ‘perversion.’ She felt helpless about her compulsion to collect these items. Though she liked Xu Ze, the gap between master and servant left her too embarrassed to approach him directly. After so many years, she could only resort to this extreme method for comfort.

“Speaking of which, who was it that stole my treasure last time?” Lin Yu’er wondered aloud.

Could it have been Jing Xiaoxuan? Nalan Yun?

Logically, there weren’t many who adored Xu Ze as much as she did (or were as perverted as she was). At least, among the girls she knew from her first nine lives, none would have done such a thing.

But if that was the case, why would someone steal Xu Ze’s clothes? And why from his personal room? It was as if the thief knew exactly who he was.

The more Lin Yu’er thought about it, the more frightened she became.

She had privately collected so many of the Holy Son’s belongings—something even Xu Ze himself didn’t know (although, in truth, he already knew). If it were exposed, it would be no different from a death sentence.

Thinking of this, Lin Yu’er quickly began tidying up the treasures on her bed. She stuffed the clothes into her closet and hid the bottles and jars under her bed. After cleaning everything up, Lin Yu’er exhaled heavily and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

“No one can know this secret… No one can know…”

Boom!

A familiar noise echoed again.

Lin Yu’er’s expression hardened, her eyes flashing sharply. “Who’s there?”

She rushed toward the door but suddenly stopped. A dense net of silver threads shimmered in front of her. Lin Yu’er sneered.

“Such simple tricks. Did you really think I would fall for the same trap twice?”

She raised her right hand and struck with her Ten Thousand Poison Palm. The silver threads immediately corroded and collapsed.

Stepping out, Lin Yu’er spotted a black figure standing atop a distant roof.

“Hmph, you stole from me once, and now you dare try a second time?”

Enraged, Lin Yu’er stomped and leapt toward the figure.

Hmm? A man?

She hesitated as she got closer, realizing the black-robed figure had a burly frame. Lin Yu’er couldn’t associate him with the female thief she had imagined.

A man? Why would a man steal the Holy Son’s clothes? Lin Yu’er was thoroughly confused.

The black-robed man turned his head and sneered, “Miss Lin, is that so?” His voice was grating, like steel scraping against steel.

Lin Yu’er frowned, her hands already covered in a layer of poisonous mist. She stared at the man warily.

“So what? Who are you? You were the one who stole my things before, weren’t you?”

The man in black gave no reply. He simply turned to leave.

How could Lin Yu’er let him go so easily?

She struck without hesitation, launching her Ten Thousand Poison Palms toward his back. But the moment her palm connected, she felt a cold, hard resistance.

Lin Yu’er’s expression changed.

“Not human?”

“You—”

Before she could finish, the black-robed figure had fled far into the distance.

“Don’t run! Give me back my treasure!”

Determined not to miss this chance, Lin Yu’er immediately gave chase.

But as she left, a white figure slipped quietly into her room. The petite figure began rummaging through her belongings, quickly gathering up a pile of ‘collections.’

Just as the figure was preparing to leave, a hand pressed firmly onto her shoulder.

“The game is over,” Xu Ze said coldly, staring at the girl cloaked in white robes.

“I’ve heard of a forbidden technique in Qiankun Continent—the corpse refining technique. Although it’s a forbidden, cruel art, there are still those stubborn enough to practice it.”

“Among them, the most feared corpse refining sorcerer is a sixteen-year-old girl. She’s been active in the poisonous swamps of the extreme south, a place known as ‘only the dead can leave,’ refining corpse puppets and living puppets alike.”

“Legend says she’s killed no fewer than a thousand cultivators and is wanted by all the major forces. The bounty for her head is five thousand high-grade spiritual stones.”

“If I’m not mistaken, you are that corpse refining sorcerer, feared even by evil cultivators, Yan Qiao—Miss Yan, am I right?”

Xu Ze smiled faintly and slowly pulled down the girl’s hood.

But as the hood fell, what appeared was a face—dry, stitched, and grotesque. A puppet!

Xu Ze’s eyes narrowed sharply.

He sensed the puppet’s energy surging uncontrollably—it was preparing to self-destruct!

Without hesitation, Xu Ze vanished from Lin Yu’er’s room in a flash.

The next moment, a violent explosion of spiritual Qi erupted.

The room was obliterated in a dazzling light, reduced to ruins. Hovering in the air, Xu Ze looked down at the wreckage and sighed.

“It seems this game isn’t over yet… You annoying girl.”

Elsewhere, inside an abandoned wooden house.

The white-haired girl, eyes half-closed, trembled slightly. Her pink eyes suddenly snapped open. Clutching the robe tighter in her arms, she squinted and murmured in a cold yet strangely sweet voice.

“Holy Son…”

“Sure enough, just like before… still so handsome…”