Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 151: Good Things Are Fleeting

"Very well," Jun Haoxuan said. "But you must be quick."

Rong Yue only shrugged, stepping fully into the chamber. His claws lengthened slowly, catching the light.

"What you are looking for is called the Nine-Twist Serpent Vine," Lan Meishan said.

With a flick of his fingers, an emerald petal-shaped portal unfurled in the center of the room, its edges rippling like water.

"You will recognize it when you see it. It grows near the swamp trees."

Rong Yue paused at the threshold and glanced back at him. "This is going to be unpleasantly wet, isn’t it?"

Meishan blinked.

Jun Haoxuan’s gaze sharpened. "We do not have the luxury of complaints."

Rong Yue huffed a quiet laugh. Then he stepped through, lifting a hand in a lazy wave as the portal swallowed him whole.

Silence followed.

The portal remained open, steady and waiting.

Meishan exhaled slowly and left it as it was, ensuring Rong Yue would have a path back. Then he moved to the corner of the room and sat down, his posture straight, his hands resting on his knees.

He was still.... Too still watching not Ningyan, but himself.

Jun Haoxuan observed him for a moment before speaking.

"Are you truly going to try to kill me," he asked calmly, "if you allow that other self of yours to surface?"

There was no mockery in his tone. Only quiet curiosity.

"I had assumed it was a rumor," he continued. "A story to elevate your standing as a divine beast prince."

Meishan looked at him, faint surprise flickering across his face. Then he shook his head.

"No. He is not a rumor." His gaze shifted, settling briefly on Ningyan before returning to Haoxuan.

"He does not like beasts," he said, voice low and even. "Because I do not like beasts."

He paused, raising his hand to adjust his glasses even though they weren’t crooked. "He only tolerates Ningyan, because I do."

His fingers curled slightly against his knees. "I am not afraid of what he will do to you,"

His tone did not change. "I am afraid of what he might do to him."

The room fell silent again.

Jun Haoxuan studied him for a long moment. Then he turned back to Ningyan.

Carefully, he lifted a hand and brushed aside the strands of hair clinging to Ningyan’s brow. His touch was steady, controlled but lingered just a fraction longer than necessary.

"I thought you were weak," Haoxuan said at last to Meishan.

"For obeying Lan Yunlai so completely," he continued. "For allowing him to dictate your actions without resistance."

His golden eyes dimmed slightly.

"But you defied him," he said. "And paid the price for it."

Haoxuan’s fingers stilled against Ningyan’s temple. "You were disowned. Stripped of title. Exiled from what should have been yours.."

"I rebuked him," Lan Meishan said quietly. "And my titles."

His gaze remained on Ningyan. "I am simply not going back."

The blue glow of the crystal pulsed steadily beneath Jun Haoxuan’s palm, spilling soft light across Ningyan’s pale face. Meishan’s eyes tracked it then stilled on the way Haoxuan’s fingers lingered just a fraction too long against his skin.

Jun Haoxuan spoke without looking up. "I intend to kill Lan Tianheng and Lan Tianlong."

His voice was calm. Too calm. "They humiliated me."

Meishan did not react.

It was expected.

Jun Haoxuan had always been this way. Disciplined, composed, unyielding. The pride of the Azure Dragon Clan. The blade that cut down disorder without hesitation.

Wuhen was chaos.

Rong Yue was calculation.

Jun Haoxuan was judgment. And judgment did not forget humiliation.

"You are free to do as you wish," Meishan said at last.

That earned him a glance.

"And you?" Haoxuan asked.

"I am already doing what I want." Meishan’s answer came without pause. "I am where I belong."

Jun Haoxuan withdrew his hand from Ningyan’s face, but not from his chest. The glow steadied under his control, faint but persistent.

His golden gaze lifted, fixing on Meishan. "And if he dies?"

The room went still.

Meishan’s fingers tightened slightly against his sleeve. Then he shook his head.

"He won’t." he said with no hesitation and doubt.

"Anything can happen," Haoxuan said.

Meishan looked away, his voice quieter now but no less certain. "Nothing will happen to him."

Then, more firmly, "You should not say such things."

Jun Haoxuan looked at Lan Meishan for a long moment. There was something unreadable in his gaze.

"...Good things are fleeting," he said at last. Quiet. Almost.... gentle.

Then he looked back at Ningyan.

Meishan did not respond.

His attention had already drifted, fixed on the still-open portal, its emerald light flickering faintly across the chamber walls. He sat back against the wall, folding into a meditative posture, though there was nothing calm about the way his breathing slowed.

The light in his eyes dimmed. Faded.

’If he dies... will you let me in, Lan Meishan?’ The voice returned.

Meishan closed his eyes.

He did not answer.

Jun Haoxuan’s voice cut through the silence. "What if this was Lan Shiyu?"

Meishan’s eyes opened.

"To provoke you," Haoxuan continued. "To force you into losing control. And if it is not him... what if it is your father?"

The air shifted.

"The crystal—"

"No." Meishan was already on his feet. "...No. That’s not possible."

But his voice lacked certainty.

Realisation flickered across his expression. And a memory.

A small child. Seated alone in the center of a vast hall.

The sigil of the Abyssal Serpent Clan carved deep into the stone beneath him, glowing faintly.

He was five years old. Too young. With fear carved on his face as a massive black serpent coiled around him, its body thick as pillars, scales gleaming like polished obsidian.

Its cold and murderous eyes were deep green... Watching... Waiting.

Lan Yunlai.

Meishan inhaled sharply. The memory snapped.

He shook his head once, hard, as if forcing it away. "No."

His voice steadied, but only just. "...Let’s wait for Rong Yue."

Jun Haoxuan did not argue.

His gaze remained on Ningyan, hand firm against his chest, stabilizing the crystal’s unstable glow.

"...Very well," he said quietly.

Suddenly, the air grew heavy and thick.

Both of them felt it at the same time.

Their heads turned.

A wave of violent spiritual energy tore through the chamber. It was wild, unrestrained, burning with fury.

It carried a scent.

Blood. So much blood.

Jun Haoxuan’s eyes narrowed.

Meishan went completely still.

They looked at each other and understanding passed between them in silence.

Yan Wuhen had stopped holding back. He wasn’t searching anymore.

He was slaughtering.