The Ten Heroines are Insane! - Chapter 158:

Chapter 158: How Far Have You and Xu Ze Developed?:

(Inside the Holy Land)

-Holy Fire Palace.

Qu Qinghan stood coldly outside the towering gates of the Holy Fire Palace. Her flawless, cold face carried a hint of exquisite anger. The two disciples on duty outside the palace broke into a cold sweat under her gaze, too terrified to speak.

“Where is the Holy Son?” Qu Qinghan asked, her tone icy.

“Holy Maiden, the Holy Son is in seclusion…” one of them stammered.

“Seclusion? Yesterday, someone saw him strolling around the Heavenly Cold Palace with Lu Qingqing. Now that I come to see him, he’s suddenly in seclusion?”

“This…” The disciples smiled bitterly, exchanging glances.

“Holy Maiden, the Holy Son has been confined inside the palace and hasn’t seen anyone. We hope you will understand…” one of them said cautiously.

“Yes, Holy Maiden. We are merely ordinary disciples. Please don’t make things difficult for us…” they pleaded. 

They were genuinely afraid of her. 

Months ago, there had been a cold war between the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden. The Holy Son had once sent a disciple to deliver a message to the Holy Maiden, only for the messenger to be frozen solid and sent back like an ice sculpture. 

Ever since, the relationship between the Holy Fire Palace and the Heavenly Cold Palace had been tense. There were even rumors that disciples from the two palaces had fought over a treasure in the secret realm. 

Though the tension had eased on the surface, dissatisfaction still simmered between the two palaces.

After Ye Fan from the Holy Fire Palace won the recent competition, the disciples of the Heavenly Cold Palace had been visibly unhappy. 

While the conflict had been suppressed, friction remained. As the representative of the Heavenly Cold Palace, Qu Qinghan’s stance held significant weight.

“Hmph. I won’t trouble you. Just let me in,” Qu Qinghan said coldly.

She stepped forward, but the two disciples, looking even more miserable, blocked her again. “Holy Maiden, the Holy Son has given orders. No one except disciples of the Holy Fire Palace is allowed to enter.”

Hearing this, irritation flared in Qu Qinghan’s heart. 

She had heard rumors that Nalan Qing would soon arrive at the Holy Land. Though she disliked Nalan Qing, she tolerated her presence for the benefits she brought to the Holy Land. 

However, the rumors spreading across the Qiankun Continent and the upper realm infuriated her—whispers of a secret relationship between the eldest daughter of the Nalan Merchant Guild and the Holy Son. 

They even dared to claim that Nalan Qing was the official partner while calling Qu Qinghan the abandoned one.

At first, she ignored it, but over time, she noticed the pitying gazes from her fellow disciples—as if she were a woman discarded by the Holy Son. It was infuriating. 

Was she not the first to establish a bond with the Holy Son? Why was she now treated as the outsider?

Moreover, Xu Ze hadn’t visited her in a long time. 

Others indulged in their romances daily, yet she, who had confessed her feelings months ago, had barely seen him more than twenty times.

“What a scumbag… surrounded by so many women, have you already forgotten about me…”

Qu Qinghan’s anger boiled over. Now, being turned away at the Holy Fire Palace only fueled her rage.

A cold wave suddenly surged, and the two disciples on duty trembled as the once-warm palace grounds were quickly blanketed in frost.

“Open the door,” Qu Qinghan ordered coldly.

“But…” one of them hesitated.

“As the Holy Maiden, I order you to open it,” she said, her voice like ice. 

With a flick of her sleeve, an ice-blue sword materialized in her hand, its chill filling the air. She was ready to storm the palace.

Just as the two disciples looked ready to cry, the doors of the Holy Fire Palace slowly opened.

A voice called urgently from inside, “Holy Maiden, please calm yourself. The Holy Son truly is in seclusion. Please forgive these two junior brothers, Holy Maiden.”

Qu Qinghan turned her gaze and saw Ye Fan walking out in a chief disciple’s robe—white with red stripes—smiling at her.

“Senior Brother Ye…” The two disciples seemed to see a savior and beamed with relief.

“Ye Fan? Hmph, are you here to stop me?” Qu Qinghan said sharply.

Though Ye Fan had changed in this life and earned Xu Ze’s trust, Qu Qinghan’s memories from their previous lives made her view him as nothing more than a groveling tool.

“Uh…” Ye Fan smiled awkwardly, “No, I wouldn’t dare. Please, Holy Maiden, come in.”

With a cold snort, Qu Qinghan dismissed the ice sword and strode into the Holy Fire Palace.

Watching her frosty figure, Ye Fan felt a complex mix of emotions. 

He still remembered the first time he saw Qu Qinghan—she had seemed like a celestial being. As in past lives, Ye Fan had fallen for her at first sight. 

However, her coldness and her close bond with the Holy Son made him realize early on that she was unattainable. 

Over time, he had let go of those immature feelings and avoided becoming the pitiful figure he had once been.

Now, looking at the unapproachable Holy Maiden, Ye Fan only felt a faint pang of emotion.

“Holy Maiden, the Holy Son is truly in seclusion. If you trust me, please do not disturb him,” Ye Fan said as he led her to the Holy Son’s palace, then respectfully bowed and left.

Qu Qinghan glanced at the closed door. 

She could sense the powerful surge of mysterious Qi from within and believed that Xu Ze was indeed in seclusion.

But…

It had only been a few months since Xu Ze broke through to the ultimate stage. By normal standards, there was no reason for him to retreat again so soon. Could there be a problem with his cultivation?

Qu Qinghan’s brows furrowed in doubt as she moved closer to the room. Just then, the sound of gentle footsteps approached from the side.

Turning her head, Qu Qinghan found herself face to face with Lin Yu’er.

“Lin Yu’er?”

“Eh? Qu Qinghan? Why are you here?” Lin Yu’er retorted, her tone laced with surprise.

“I should ask you the same,” Qu Qinghan said with a frown. “The Holy Son is in seclusion. What are you doing here?”

“My room is right next to his dormitory. If not here, then where else?” Lin Yu’er snorted and arrogantly brushed past her, heading toward the side rooms.

Qu Qinghan stood frozen, confused.

When did Lin Yu’er start living so close to Xu Ze?

Just how far had these women gotten with that damned scumbag Xu Ze?