Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands

Dodging Lan Shiyu’s attacks was... easier than Ningyan had expected. Too easy.

For a fleeting moment, he wondered if he was becoming overconfident but the furious snarl twisting Lan Shiyu’s face with every missed strike told him otherwise.

Each blow came fast, violent, relentless. And Ningyan met them just as swiftly.

His body pulsed with energy, the crystal within him humming as he moved, faster, sharper, his strikes landing cleanly against Lan Shiyu’s defenses.

That was when it clicked.

He’s holding back. Ningyan’s eyes narrowed.

Yes, there was demonic energy spilling wildly from Lan Shiyu, thick and suffocating but his intent wasn’t to kill.

He just wants to hurt me to draw Meishan out.

Wherever Meishan was...

"Argh... die already!" Lan Shiyu roared, his patience finally snapping.

A massive rush of energy burst from him, tearing through the air as he charged.

Ningyan reacted instantly. A barrier flared into existence but the moment it formed, it trembled, cracked and shattered.

Ningyan’s eyes widened. The blast struck him head-on.

He was sent flying but twisted mid-air and landed on his feet with a sharp gasp, sliding back across the floor.

"That was close..." he muttered under his breath.

The palace walls trembled around him, the distant clash of two divine beast kings shaking the very foundation of the heavens above.

Pressure. Immense, crushing pressure.

Without hesitation, Ningyan turned and ran deeper into the hall.

Behind him, Lan Shiyu followed.

The pill appeared in Ningyan’s fingers. He shoved it into his mouth and swallowed it.

Instantly, the ominous purple glow in his eyes darkened.

The wall beside him exploded.

A massive serpent burst through, red eyes blazing, its jaws wide as it lunged straight for him.

Ningyan twisted aside barely.

The fangs missed his throat but the force alone sent him crashing across the hall.

He hit the ground hard, breath punching out of his chest.

A sharp crack of thunder echoed from outside.

Ningyan pushed himself up and froze.

The hissing serpent had coiled around him. Its body radiated dense, suffocating demonic energy as it tightened its hold over the space.

But Ningyan... did not move. His breathing slowed. His eyes burned.

Power flooded his veins, amplified by the pill, sharpened by the crystal, overflowing beyond restraint.

The serpent lunged.

Ningyan raised a single hand and blinding light erupted.

The serpent shrieked and in the next instant, it disintegrated. Gone without a trace.

Silence fell for a single breath.

Ningyan stood at the center of it, his chest rising and falling slowly, purple light flickering dangerously within his gaze.

"Gods!" His eyes shifted sharply to the side just as another attack tore through the air toward him.

But before it could reach, a red-gold sword streaked forward like a falling star.

It pierced straight through Lan Shiyu’s chest.

The impact sent him flying, his body crashing violently into the wall, embedding deep into stone as cracks splintered outward.

Ningyan stilled.

...He knew that aura.

Yan Wuhen stepped forward from the shadows.

All nine tails unfurled behind him, slow, ominous, stretching outward like living flames, their tips flickering with a dangerous glow. His red-gold eyes burned with a cold, vicious light that spoke of nothing but violence and vengeance.

"I told you to focus on Meishan," Ningyan said, frowning.

Two more red-gold swords formed instantly in Wuhen’s hands.

He didn’t respond. He threw them.

One aimed for Lan Shiyu’s heart. The other, his head.

Lan Shiyu barely caught the one aimed at his skull, his hand trembling from the force but the other struck true.

A wet sound echoed.

He choked, blood spilling from his lips as the blade buried itself deep into his chest.

"I am focusing," Yan Wuhen replied lightly.

His gaze flickered to Ningyan, brief, almost teasing before it hardened again as it returned to Lan Shiyu. "You tried to kill my husband."

Ningyan nearly facepalmed.

He wasn’t even surprised anymore.

If anything, it felt like Wuhen had been waiting for an excuse to say it out loud.

Wuhen stepped forward. Each step carried a suffocating pressure that made the air itself grow heavy.

"And now..." he said softly, almost pleasantly, "I’m going to kill you."

Lan Shiyu’s eyes widened. There was real fear in them.

Wuhen stopped directly in front of him. He reached out and gripped the sword embedded in Lan Shiyu’s chest.

Then, he pulled.

Lan Shiyu let out a strangled grunt as blood followed the blade out.

But before he could even breathe, Wuhen’s hand plunged straight into his chest ruthlessly.

Lan Shiyu’s body arched violently, his face twisting as a hoarse, broken sound tore from his throat.

Ningyan watched in silence.

There was no hesitation. No restraint.

Wuhen had been waiting for this.

The murderous intent rolling off him was suffocating, thick enough to taste and reflected perfectly in the sheer horror now filling Lan Shiyu’s eyes.

"No...! Let go of me!" Lan Shiyu screamed.

His body convulsed and then a burst of blackish-red energy exploded outward from him like something inside him had just snapped or... awakened.

Yan Wuhen’s eyes sharpened instantly. He moved fast enough to rip his hand free and pull back before the surge could consume him.

In the same motion, he appeared beside Ningyan. His nine flaming tails unfurled wide, elongating and curling around them both like a living barrier and in a single flash, they vanished.

Behind them, the palace began to collapse from within.

A deep, rumbling crack spread through its foundation as something inside forced its way out, the structure caving in on itself as though it could no longer contain what had been born.

Above, the moon shifted. Clouds churned violently and then, it turned blood red.

A perfect, dreadful echo of what had once happened in Sunland City.

A piercing shriek tore through the night. It echoed across the entire capital, freezing every living being where they stood.

Then, it emerged.

The massive creature burst from the ruins, towering over a hundred feet tall. It rose on two colossal legs, crushing what remained of the palace beneath its weight as debris rained down around it.

Its body was coated in black scales but its flesh beneath was cracked, splitting open with glowing red veins that pulsed like a heartbeat.

It had two heads. Both twisted into the shape of hollow, bleached skulls, their empty sockets filled with burning red light.

Both mouths opened and the creature shrieked again.

At a distance, beyond the falling rubble. Ningyan and Yan Wuhen stood.

They had escaped cleanly. But neither of them moved.

They simply looked up.

Ningyan’s heart pounded violently against his ribs. "...He really was holding back."

Wuhen’s gaze narrowed, his expression darkening as he stared at the creature. "I am still going to rip his heart out."

Ningyan exhaled slowly, the weight of the situation settling in his chest and glanced at him. "...Be careful."

Wuhen froze. Then slowly, he turned.

His tails curled inward, still wrapped around Ningyan protectively and possessively. "My husband is worried about me."

His eyes softened instantly, practically glowing as he leaned closer, clearly pleased.

Ningyan gave him a flat look. "We have more important issues here, Wuhen."

Wuhen chuckled and reached up, cupping Ningyan’s face with surprising gentleness. "Nothing is more important than you, Yan’er."

And before Ningyan could respond, he leaned in and stole a quick kiss.

Then he was gone.

A red-gold light burst around him as he shot forward, heading straight toward the monstrous entity without hesitation.

Ningyan blinked, momentarily caught off guard.

But the moment didn’t last.

A sharp and sudden presence flared behind him.

He moved instantly.

A blast tore through the space where his head had been just a breath ago.

He twisted mid-step but it wasn’t enough.

The same presence pulsed, a hand slamming hard into his back.

Force exploded through his body.

Ningyan was sent crashing forward, his vision blurring before he hit the ground face-first with a brutal impact.

Lan Tianlong laughed. His shadow loomed over Ningyan as he raised his leg, ready to crush him into the ground.

Ningyan moved first.

A violent burst of burning purple light erupted from his body, slamming straight into Lan Tianlong’s chest and sending him flying backward without resistance.

Ningyan’s wings burst open from his back as he lifted into the sky in a single motion.

Above him, the heavens churned.

Dark red painted clouds twisted violently, laced with ominous lightning, the entire sky pulsing with blackish-red mist that bled into the air like poison.

Below, chaos reigned.

The monstrous creature shrieked endlessly as Yan Wuhen clashed against it, red-gold light flashing against black scales.

In the distance, thunderous impacts echoed. Jun Yongrui and Lan Yunlai’s battle tearing through the sky itself.

And farther still, Jun Haoxuan and Lan Tianheng collided, their forces shaking the heavens.

"You have the crystal." The voice came from behind.

Ningyan’s eyes darkened as he turned.

Lan Tianheng was suspended there, grinning. "How perfect."

A sharp laugh tore from him and in the next instant, his body shifted.

Bones cracked. Flesh twisted. And a massive serpent crashed onto the ruined palace grounds, its colossal body coiling and uncoiling with terrifying force as it lunged toward Ningyan.

Ningyan’s wings flared wider.

He ascended higher, faster, thinking he had gained distance.

But... something felt wrong.

The air stilled. And suddenly, he wasn’t alone.

A presence appeared before him.

Ningyan froze.

Lan Yunlai stood there looking unharmed, untouched as though the battle with Jun Yongrui had meant nothing at all.

His dark serpent emerald eyes were calm. His hand was already around Ningyan’s throat.

"Hello there, Su Ningyan." His voice was smooth. Pleasant. Terrifyingly so. "It’s very nice to finally meet you."