The Ten Heroines are Insane! - Chapter 144:

Chapter 144: One Wrong Move, The Memory of the Ninth Life!:

Bai Wangchuan screamed in agony. His legs were crippled, and his right arm was pierced by a sword. He lay on the ground like a heap of mud, struggling in pain.

“Zhang Heng! You… you can’t kill me! In the Holy Land assessment, killing is forbidden!” Bai Wangchuan shouted hysterically, despair flooding his heart.

But Zhang Heng no longer seemed capable of hearing him. His body was wrapped in a thick purple aura, his eyes filled with killing intent. His entire frame trembled, producing a creaking sound.

“Bai Wangchuan… hehehe,” Zhang Heng murmured. His long sword was now pointed directly at Bai Wangchuan’s chest.

Everyone was stunned.

Had Zhang Heng gone mad? He was about to kill a fellow disciple in front of the elders and the Holy Son during the assessment!

Did he not see the Holy Land? Did he not see the Holy Son? Was he planning to throw his life away? Had he completely lost his mind?

“Senior Brother Zhang! The competition is for assessment, not life and death! You have already won. Stop now!” someone in the crowd shouted.

“Yes! Senior Brother Zhang, if you continue, you will fall into the abyss!” another voice added.

Zhang Heng’s body trembled. He looked as though he was on the brink of madness, holding his head and howling.

“Ahhh! Kill him… I must kill him! Otherwise, all the power I sacrificed for will be wasted…”

The voice coming from Zhang Heng grew clearer. The disciples nearby could even hear it distinctly.

“What is that sound?”

“Look, everyone! Zhang Heng’s body!” someone suddenly screamed, pointing at him.

Beneath his clothes, something appeared to be writhing. His muscles twitched grotesquely, and his skin began to dry and whiten.

“Evil Dead!”

On the observation platform, the elders were shocked. They saw Zhang Heng’s body rapidly losing vitality. Death energy filled him, and he was transforming into a living corpse.

Even more terrifying, the power within his body was expanding at an alarming rate, as if he might explode at any moment.

“How is this possible? Isn’t this the Corpse Refining Technique that was banned from the Qiankun Continent thousands of years ago? How could it appear in the Holy Land?”

“Could it be that someone is secretly practicing forbidden arts in the Holy Land?”

“Ridiculous! If anyone dares to use our Holy Land disciples for corpse refining experiments, they deserve death!”

The elders were furious. To dare use the disciples of the Holy Land as test subjects was a blatant insult. Their hearts demanded punishment!

“Control Zhang Heng first! Prevent him from completing the transformation and causing disaster!” Elder Qi Tian shouted.

Thirteen Holy Land elders moved, forming a circle around Zhang Heng.

“Disperse!”

Elder Qi Tian flicked his fingers, releasing a surge of pure mysterious energy that enveloped Zhang Heng. The twelve other elders followed, their mystical power locking Zhang Heng in place.

Meanwhile, Bai Wangchuan, battered and broken, was swiftly carried off by disciples. Yet his injuries were so severe that even if he survived, his future cultivation would suffer immensely.

“Ahhhhh!”

Under the suppression of the thirteen elders, Zhang Heng screamed in agony. The elders coordinated their techniques to suppress the death energy surging inside him.

However, the more force they exerted, the more the death energy resisted. Beads of sweat dripped from their foreheads as they struggled to contain it.

If the death energy erupted…

The devastation would consume the entire Holy Land.

Zhang Heng had become a ticking bomb, impossible to control!

They needed the caster—the one who initiated this forbidden art. Only the caster could release Zhang Heng from this death grip.

“Impossible… with death energy of this intensity, the one practicing the Death Soul Art must have cultivated for a thousand years at least…”

“Absurd! How could anyone in this era achieve such terrifying power?”

As the assessment venue plunged into chaos, Xu Ze’s face turned colder.

“Is this the ‘problem’ you left for me, Yan Qiao?”

“You’re challenging my bottom line…”

Xu Ze sprang into the air and headed straight for a remote wooden house. Upon arrival, he waved his robe, shattering all the hidden formations around it into dust.

Xu Ze pushed the door open and stepped into the dim room.

Inside, a white-haired girl sat numbly, holding Xu Ze’s old Holy Son robe in her arms. Her eyes, cold and indifferent, stared silently at the ground.

“You’re late, Lord Holy Son,” the girl said, slowly raising her head with a strange smile.

“Lord Holy Son, Qiao’er is no longer here,” she continued, her voice soft. “However, you are truly worthy of your title. To find Qiao’er’s hiding place so quickly… it means you must have discovered this place long ago, right?”

“But it’s a pity,” she whispered, smiling eerily as she waved her hand at Xu Ze.

The butterfly-shaped lines on her face flashed with dazzling light.

Boom!

Spiritual Qi exploded.

The wooden house was instantly reduced to ashes in a flash of white light.

However, at the moment the explosion occurred, Xu Ze was already floating in the distance, watching the smoke and debris scatter.

Puppet.

It was a puppet again.

Xu Ze didn’t expect that the girl he had been monitoring was not Yan Qiao herself, but a puppet that looked almost exactly like her—eighty percent identical.

“Her puppetry skills can already make the fake appear real…”

A trace of solemnity surfaced in Xu Ze’s heart.

The Death Soul Technique, Corpse Refining Technique, and Puppet Technique—these mystical skills were completely different from the mainstream cultivation practices of Qiankun Continent.

Ordinary cultivation focused on accumulating spiritual Qi and generating profound power, breaking through realms over a lifetime of effort. These powers did not carry over through reincarnation.

However, the Death Soul Technique cultivated the soul itself.

Corpse Refining and Puppet Techniques relied more on skill than strength.

This meant that after ten reincarnations, Yan Qiao had accumulated nearly a thousand years of soul power, along with perfected corpse refining and puppet crafting abilities.

Just like Xu Ze, she grew stronger with each life.

The only difference was that Yan Qiao awakened her memories only in this tenth life, inheriting all the power she had built up across her past nine lives.

Now, Yan Qiao, carrying the strength of a millennium, might very well be Xu Ze’s most formidable opponent since he had first arrived in this world.