Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 150: Let Me Take Over

"He’s been poisoned?" Jun Haoxuan was the first to speak, already moving to the bedside, his gaze fixed on Ningyan’s unnaturally still form.

"Again?" Wuhen blinked, then his expression darkened instantly. He turned on Meishan, eyes blazing. "Then why aren’t you doing anything? Isn’t healing your specialty? Heal him."

Meishan parted his lips. For a moment, it looked like he would answer.

Then he didn’t.

He turned away instead.

Wuhen’s fox eyes flared, red-gold light burning violently within them. "Look at me."

He lunged forward but Rong Yue caught his arm mid-motion, yanking him back.

"Calm down, Wuhen," Rong Yue said, voice firm. "We’re all worried—"

Wuhen laughed.

It wasn’t sane.

A blade formed in his hand, condensed qi, blazing red-gold, humming with lethal intent.

"How," he said softly, almost pleasantly, "do you expect me to calm down when he’s been poisoned?"

His gaze snapped toward the door. "I’ll kill them. Every last one of them. Those useless attendants—"

He took a step and a blue barrier slammed into place.

The entire chamber sealed in an instant, luminous energy spreading across the walls like flowing water.

Jun Haoxuan didn’t even look at him.

"No one is killing anyone," he said coldly. "Not yet."

Wuhen’s grip tightened on his sword. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Slowly, he turned, pointing the blade straight at Haoxuan. "Then I’ll start with you."

Rong Yue exhaled under his breath. He should have stopped this. But be didn’t because this... this was Wuhen afraid. And afraid, Wuhen burned everything.

Across the room, Jun Haoxuan placed a hand over Ningyan’s chest.

For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then a faint, ominous purple glow seeped from Ningyan’s body, like mist slipping through cracks. It curled around Haoxuan’s fingers, sluggish, unstable... almost resisting.

The room stilled.

Even Wuhen stopped moving.

The purple wisp coiled once, twice, then, under Haoxuan’s touch, it shifted. The color deepened, stabilized and turned back to blue.

"His core isn’t damaged," he said slowly. "But the crystal... is trying to consume him before the poison kills him."

Sharp and suffocating silence fell.

Jun Haoxuan looked up at Lan Meishan. "Can you help him?"

Meishan didn’t answer immediately.

When he did, his voice was low. Tight. "This poison... is from the Male Venom Flower." His fingers curled slightly at his sides. "I can create the antidote but one of the main ingredients only grows in the swamps of the Abyssal Serpent Clan."

He paused and breathed heavily. "He has less than an hour." The words landed like a blade.

Jun Haoxuan’s grip tightened in Ningyan’s robes.

Without hesitation, Wuhen flung his sword at the barrier.

The impact cracked through the room like thunder.

The blue forcefield shuddered. Fractures spread along its surface and into the walls themselves as Wuhen’s nine tails flared wildly behind him.

Behind them, Lan Meishan had gone still. He had turned away from the bed, facing the wall as if the sight of Ningyan like that was something he could not bear.

His hands trembled.

Slowly, almost mechanically, he clenched and unclenched his fingers, trying to steady himself.

It wasn’t working.

His heartbeat was too loud. Too fast.

How did it get to this? How did it fall apart so quickly?

His vision blurred for a moment and memory surfaced.

The Dance of Dragons Festival.

His father. The suffocating pressure he felt that day.

But Ningyan had been there. Ningyan had held him together.

Now, Ningyan was dying.

’Are you hurting, Lan Meishan?’ A sharp, dangerously calm voice slipped into his mind.

His breath caught.

’Do you want me to take over?’

"No." The word left Lan Meishan in a strained breath.

’Ah... why not?’ The voice in his mind softened, almost coaxing.

’I can help you calm down. I can take you to the Abyssal Serpent Clan right now... and kill anyone who dares stand in our way.’

Meishan’s eyes squeezed shut.

For a moment, just a moment, he almost agreed. Because it was true.

That version of him was stronger. Faster. Colder. It could do what he could not.

’Let me take over,’ the voice murmured. ’You’re hurting.’

"Lan Shiyu." Yan Wuhen’s voice suddenly cut cleanly through his thoughts.

Meishan’s eyes snapped open.

Wuhen strode forward, grabbing his sword and wrenching it free from where it had struck the barrier. The moment the blade came loose, the cracked forcefield shattered completely with a sharp, ringing crash.

Jun Haoxuan did not move.

His hand remained pressed to Ningyan’s chest, stabilizing the crystal. The glow surrounding Ningyan had shifted fully back to blue but it flickered, unstable.

"Lan Shiyu?" Rong Yue echoed, brows lifting.

"No." Meishan’s voice came quickly. Too quickly. "It can’t be him. He wouldn’t make it this easy for me to find him."

Wuhen’s head snapped toward him, eyes blazing.

"Then someone here did this," he said sharply. "Someone planted the poison."

Before anyone could respond, he turned and stormed out of the chamber.

The air he left behind felt heavier.

Meishan’s hands clenched at his sides.

Rong Yue looked at him then. Really looked at him like he could see straight through the fracture in his mind.

Then, without a word, he followed after Wuhen.

Silence fell again.

’Let me take over,’ the voice whispered, more insistent now. ’You’re breaking.’

Meishan exhaled slowly, forcing his thoughts into order.

"The first thing you would do is kill Jun Haoxuan," he said aloud, voice low.

Jun Haoxuan glanced up at him. "Are you speaking to your other self?" he asked calmly.

Meishan met his gaze.

Haoxuan held it for a moment. Then said, "Open a portal. I will retrieve what is needed."

Meishan shook his head immediately.

"If you leave, the crystal will consume him before the poison does." His voice tightened. "You are the only one stabilizing it."

That left only one option. Meishan had to go

The unspoken answer settled heavily between them and just then, Rong Yue’s voice cut in from the doorway.

"Then I will go."

He hadn’t gone far at all.

He stood there, tail swaying slowly behind him, expression unreadable but his eyes were sharp.