The Ten Heroines are Insane! - Chapter 150:

Chapter 150: The Unreasonable ‘Madman’ Who Caused Public Outrage:

In the assessment venue, the death energy gradually dispersed. 

Zhang Heng, locked in the center by the thirteen elders, slowly returned to his normal form. However, his breath was faint, and his body was as weak as if he had been crippled.

The thirteen elders stood still, staring at the dissipating death aura in the sky, their expressions extremely grim.

“I think it’s the Holy Son and the others who have already resolved the matter.”

“Damn it, how dare someone provoke the Holy Land like this!”

Anger and resentment filled the hearts of the elders. The culprit behind this disaster—he must not be allowed to live.

Inside the Treasure Pavilion, Xu Ze’s face was pale as he looked at the girl clinging to him with a look of bliss.

“Master is worthy of being master~ Only Master can completely control me…”

Yan Qiao hugged Xu Ze tightly, like a loyal puppy, her face filled with intoxicated dependence.

Xu Ze pushed her away, and seeing her puzzled expression, his face darkened.

“Do you know what you’ve done?”

Yan Qiao smiled sweetly, the pink light in her eyes gleaming with an unsettling innocence. But it wasn’t just pink—it was madness. The color of madness.

“I know, Master… but for Master, Qiao’er feels everything is worth it.”

Yan Qiao smiled and tried to throw herself into Xu Ze’s arms again.

Her goal had been clear from the beginning—Xu Ze alone.

The Holy Land, the countless disciples—none of it mattered to her. They were merely pawns she used to test Xu Ze’s ability to ‘control’ her.

Now, Yan Qiao had truly become a madwoman.

The pink glow in her eyes was proof.

Nalan Yun stood to the side, looking at Xu Ze with worry. The crime Yan Qiao had committed was unforgivable—trampling on the Holy Land, treating it like her playground, slaughtering countless lives to make puppets.

Such crimes could not be overlooked.

As the Holy Son, Xu Ze must not protect Yan Qiao!

“Whether those people live or die, it has nothing to do with Qiao’er. In Qiao’er’s eyes, as long as there is Master, what does the life and death of others matter~”

Yan Qiao smiled at Xu Ze, completely disregarding the dark expression on his face.

“I am not your master.”

With a flick of his sleeve, Xu Ze coldly shoved Yan Qiao away.

“Hehe, you are my master… you were in the past nine lives, and you are in this life too…”

Yan Qiao sneered, her expression growing darker.

“Master, don’t you remember, our first nine lives…”

“Shut up!”

Nalan Yun’s expression changed drastically as she hurriedly interrupted Yan Qiao.

The Holy Son must not learn about the events of their past nine lives.

Yan Qiao cast a glance at Nalan Yun, and the pink in her eyes deepened.

“Haha, Nalan Yun… what are you afraid of…”

Nalan Yun gritted her teeth tightly.

In their first nine lives, they had killed Xu Ze.

It was a shadow that remained deep within the hearts of all the female leads, something they never wanted Xu Ze to know.

Besides, the weight of nine lifetimes of reincarnation was too heavy. They couldn’t imagine what Xu Ze would become if he knew he had once fallen into darkness and become the Lord of the Demonic Abyss.

Xu Ze glanced at Nalan Yun.

As the one who initiated this, he naturally understood the female leads didn’t want him to know about the ‘nine lives.’ But Xu Ze remained silent. After all, the system’s only condition was that the girls must not find out he was a reincarnator.

“I don’t care what so-called nine lives you’re talking about. You trampled on the dignity of the Holy Land. Don’t you take my Holy Land seriously?”

Xu Ze’s voice was cold.

This was something that could never be tolerated, something he could not excuse.

As the Holy Son, Xu Ze knew he must give an explanation—to the disciples, to the elders, and even to his master.

“Qiao’er will do whatever Master wants. Qiao’er only listens to Master’s commands,” Yan Qiao said, lifting her head. Her face was filled with a fanatic devotion, like a believer worshiping their god—so crazy it was unsettling.

Xu Ze gritted his teeth, his eyes icy cold.

“The crime you committed cannot be repaid even if you die a hundred times. Do you understand that?”

“Qiao’er understands, Master!” Yan Qiao’s eyes lit up. She pulled out a fine steel dagger from her robe. “Master wants Qiao’er to die, right?”

Xu Ze was stunned. 

Before he could react, Yan Qiao slashed the dagger across her neck without hesitation. 

Blood splattered everywhere, and her body collapsed to the ground. Her eyes quickly lost their luster.

Nalan Yun’s face changed, and she instinctively hid behind Xu Ze in fear.

Xu Ze frowned as he watched Yan Qiao’s body, wrapped in purple mist, slowly stand up again. 

Blood still trickled from the wound on her neck, but her expression remained filled with devotion.

“Master! Qiao’er has died once. Would Master like Qiao’er to die again?” she said, smiling warmly.

“You…” Xu Ze gritted his teeth tightly.

Yan Qiao’s mastery of the Death Soul Technique in her ninth life had made her soul nearly immortal. To her, the body was nothing more than a vessel. Within seconds, the gash on her neck had completely healed, leaving only bloodstains behind without any scars.

Xu Ze understood well—death meant nothing to her.

Her soul was too powerful. 

The Holy Land alone couldn’t deal with such a monster who had practiced the Death Soul Technique for nine generations.

“Only the Holy Land has the right to judge your crimes,” Xu Ze said coldly.

With that, he turned and walked out of the Treasure Pavilion. Nalan Yun shot Yan Qiao a fearful glance. Yan Qiao simply grinned, flashing her a cold, mocking smile.

Lowering her head, Nalan Yun hurried to follow Xu Ze out.

…

Outside the Treasure Pavilion, countless Holy Land disciples had gathered. Some were injured; others bore the marks of having been manipulated through puppetry. The thirteen elders stood at the front, their faces twisted in anger.

“Holy Son,” Elder Qi Tian called out respectfully as he bowed. “Thank you, Holy Son, for capturing the witch.”

Xu Ze’s expression remained calm, terrifyingly calm. 

Without even glancing at Qi Tian, he walked past him.

The disciples behind Qi Tian parted to make way, their gazes filled with admiration for Xu Ze.

To them, Xu Ze was the future of the Holy Land, second only to the Holy Lord himself in stature and respect.

But the moment Yan Qiao stepped out behind him, the atmosphere changed.

The sight of the white-haired girl immediately ignited the disciples’ fury.

“Witch! How dare you show your face here as if nothing happened?”

“This woman cannot be allowed to live! She must be executed—beheaded!”

Angry shouts rang out, wave after wave.

Xu Ze’s heart grew slightly heavy as he listened to the crowd’s rage.

He lifted his gaze.

In the distance, he spotted Qu Qinghan, Lin Yu’er, and Jing Xiaoxuan standing together. Their eyes were also filled with anger as they stared at Yan Qiao.

For the first time since the ninth reincarnation, the female leads stood united in their rage.

At that moment, Yan Qiao became the public enemy of the entire Holy Land.