The Ten Heroines are Insane! - Chapter 143:

Chapter 143: Conflicts Between Girls, Emergencies

Protect the Holy Son.

These four words sounded almost laughable. Qu Qinghan and the others were well aware of Xu Ze’s strength. If anything, it should be Xu Ze protecting them, not the other way around. Even Lin Yu’er and Jing Xiaoxuan found it hard to believe. How could people like them possibly protect Xu Ze? They were more likely to become burdens.

“Did you know? Yan Qiao is here.”

The moment Qu Qinghan mentioned Yan Qiao’s name, Lin Yu’er and Jing Xiaoxuan froze.

“Yan Qiao?”

“You’re serious? That woman came to the Holy Land?”

“Qu Qinghan, are you joking with us?” Lin Yu’er’s face turned grim. Who was Yan Qiao? How could they not know? How could such a lunatic appear in the Holy Land?

“You’re not trying to say that Yan Qiao also regained the memories of her ninth life, are you?” Jing Xiaoxuan was even more concerned, fearing that Yan Qiao, like them, had recovered her memories of the past nine lives.

Qu Qinghan nodded, confirming Jing Xiaoxuan’s fear.

“That woman is so ambitious. After we killed the Holy Son, she always wanted to turn his body into a puppet,” Lin Yu’er said bitterly, looking at Qu Qinghan with resentment in her eyes.

Lin Yu’er had been one of the female leads who opposed killing Xu Ze. To this day, she couldn’t forgive Qu Qinghan for personally ending Xu Ze’s life.

Before the final battle in their previous nine lives, the ten female leads had held a meeting to decide Xu Ze’s fate—whether to kill him and make him pay for his betrayals or to cripple him and give him a chance to repent. The female leads were divided into three camps: those who wanted to kill him, those who wanted him to live, and the neutral ones.

Before the meeting reached a conclusion, Qu Qinghan had acted on her own, killing Xu Ze. This incident caused many of the girls to harbor resentment toward her.

Qu Qinghan’s face darkened.

“Lin Yu’er, what’s done is done. Do you still want to bring up the past?”

Lin Yu’er, unafraid, retorted, “Isn’t it the truth? You know very well why the Holy Son fell! As the one who could have persuaded him the easiest, you not only failed to save him but pushed him to his doom.”

“And in this life, you cling to him so shamelessly. Don’t you feel the slightest bit of shame?”

Qu Qinghan was left speechless. She clenched her fists under her sleeves, her heart filled with pain.

Lin Yu’er, seeing her fall silent, did not press further. Instead, she turned serious.

“Yan Qiao always had a strange obsession with the Holy Son. When I met her, she was already a bizarre person.”

“Can a woman who spends all her time with dead bodies not be strange?” Jing Xiaoxuan sneered. “I hated her from the beginning. She always looked like a walking corpse.”

“And she even had the idea of turning us into living puppets. It’s terrifying…”

Thinking about Yan Qiao’s past actions made Jing Xiaoxuan shudder. If it were up to her, she would never cross paths with someone like Yan Qiao again. Who knew if one day, after death, her body would be dug up and turned into a corpse puppet?

“Her appearance this time is surely for the Holy Son. She’s been wanting to turn him into a puppet for a long time.”

“Moreover, her methods are insidious. If she makes a move, no matter how strong the Holy Son is, he might still fall into her trap.”

Lin Yu’er’s concerns were valid. 

Yan Qiao specialized in soul mystical skills—techniques that didn’t attack the body but the soul. Without proper precautions, even a Mystic Sovereign Realm expert could suffer severe soul damage. Even if it wasn’t fatal, it would take a long time to recover.

Qu Qinghan took a deep breath, pushing aside the pain from before. She looked at the three girls in front of her and spoke coldly, “Yan Qiao is in the Holy Land now. The Holy Son doesn’t know her true nature. The only ones who can deal with her are us.”

“Everyone knows how strong she is. Let’s search for her traces first. If we find her, it’s best not to alert her,” Qu Qinghan said.

Lin Yu’er and Jing Xiaoxuan nodded. With their strength, facing Yan Qiao alone would mean certain death. However, Nalan Yun, who had remained silent, appeared deep in thought. Qu Qinghan noticed her expression and asked, “What’s wrong?”

As the female lead with the highest intelligence, Nalan Yun was the most capable of dealing with Yan Qiao. Yet, she simply shook her head and said nothing, though doubt lingered in her heart. 

Did the Holy Son truly not know about Yan Qiao’s existence in this life?

After what had happened with Gu Ling, Nalan Yun already had her suspicions. 

How could Xu Ze, without memories of his previous nine lives, have understood Gu Ling’s feelings so precisely? 

And now with Yan Qiao, her doubts only deepened. 

Was it that Xu Ze didn’t recognize Yan Qiao at all? Or was he already aware of her and simply waiting for something?

Nalan Yun dared not draw any conclusions yet. 

She needed more evidence. 

She never relied on conjecture alone; she always gathered every key clue before making a decision.

The four of them immediately dispersed, searching around the Holy Land for any trace of Yan Qiao.

…

Inside the assessment venue, Zhang Heng and Bai Wangchuan had already begun their match. 

They unleashed the unique techniques of the Nine Star Palace. Brilliant light flowed and powerful mystical energy roared across the competition stage. Both wielded the Nine Star Palace’s sword techniques, their movements dazzling and fluid.

The audience erupted in cheers, thrilled by the magnificent display. Elder Yaoguang of the Nine Star Palace stroked his beard and smiled, nodding in satisfaction. With such outstanding disciples, the Nine Star Palace might not match the Holy Fire Palace and the Heavenly Cold Palace, but its standing in the Holy Land remained impressive. 

With these talents, next year’s resources would certainly tilt slightly in favor of the Nine Star Palace.

The other elders nodded as well. The proficiency these two disciples showed in their mystical skills was proof of their exceptional talent. The future looked promising.

However, at that moment, Zhang Heng’s swordsmanship suddenly shifted. With one swift thrust, his sword pierced Bai Wangchuan’s right arm.

“Ahhh!” Bai Wangchuan screamed, collapsing onto the competition stage and spitting out blood from the force of the attack.

“It seems the winner is decided,” the elders said, smiling.

Although both were outstanding, a competition always required a victor and a defeated.

Yet, before their smiles could last, Zhang Heng suddenly leaped into the air and came crashing down. His knees struck Bai Wangchuan’s legs with brutal force, shattering them.

!!!

Bai Wangchuan’s screams filled the air. The cheering disciples fell into stunned silence, and the once-relaxed elders rose from their seats in shock, staring at Zhang Heng.

At that moment, Zhang Heng seemed completely unconscious. His eyes were empty, his entire body wrapped in a purple death aura.

“Kill… kill you!”