Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 22: Rong Yue

As Yan Wuhen descended the stone stairs leading up to his master’s mountain temple, two guards following closely behind him, unease crawled up his spine.

The sun had already set. The air was bitterly cold.

And his wrist burned.

His steps slowed. Then stopped.

The tightness around his wrist sharpened suddenly violent and suffocating.

Yan Wuhen lowered his gaze just as the spirit mate chain manifested, coiling tightly around his wrist and fist, glowing faintly in the dark.

His fox eyes narrowed.

"He’s gone," he said quietly.

The chain pulsed once.

"He’s been gone for a while."

The chain dissolved, vanishing into his skin.

He turned to his guards, who immediately bowed their heads, rigid with tension.

"Find out what happened to Su Ningyan," he ordered calmly. "Report back immediately."

"Yes, Your Highness," they answered in unison, already moving vanishing down the path in seconds.

Yan Wuhen didn’t wait.

He turned away and followed the invisible pull of the bond. The faint but unmistakable stretch of the spirit mate chain drawing him forward.

Out of the academy grounds. Into the Drift Forest.

Night had fully fallen by the time he arrived.

He was certain that even if Ningyan had been close to death, he must have recovered slightly by now.

The distance between them had shortened. But this distance also meant that someone had taken him.

As he moved deeper into the forest, a faint scent reached him.

Blood.

Human blood.

Yan Wuhen halted, his brows lifting in faint surprise.

He had heard rumors of human cultivators hiding within the Drift Forest but this scent was fresh.

Something was wrong.

A sudden presence flared behind him.

Yan Wuhen dodged instinctively, slipping aside as a strike sliced through where his head had been a moment before. He chuckled softly as he turned.

Rong Yue stood there, glaring.

"What a pleasant surprise," Wuhen said lazily, narrowing his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

Rong Yue studied him coolly. "I was about to ask you the same. Though I suppose we’re both looking for someone."

Wuhen stepped closer, his grin sharp.

"You look nice, Yue’er," he drawled. "But if I find out you had anything to do with my missing pet—"

His smile thinned.

"—I’ll ruin your face."

Rong Yue scoffed. "Always with the threats."

Then his gaze dropped.

His eyes widened slightly at Wuhen’s wrist.

He said nothing. Simply brushed past him.

Wuhen followed.

Moments later, the clearing opened before them.

Dead bodies littered the forest floor, human cultivators, torn apart. Blood soaked into the soil.

And at the side, Ningyan.

His back was pressed against a tree, blood smeared beneath his nose, fear sharp and raw in his scent. He different from anything Wuhen had ever tasted from him before. He didn’t like this.

Rong Chen loomed over him, murderous intent blazing in his eyes.

"You wretched—" he snarled.

"I wouldn’t do that if I were you." Wuhen’s voice was dead calm.

Everyone froze.

"Rong Chen!" Rong Yue barked sharply.

The guards dropped to their knees instantly, foreheads pressed to the forest floor.

Rong Chen staggered back, shock draining the color from his face. "Brother?"

Wuhen didn’t spare them a glance.

He went straight to Ningyan.

Ningyan smiled faintly when he saw him.

That smile made something twist painfully in Wuhen’s chest.

"You’re here," Ningyan croaked.

Only then did Wuhen notice the dried blood at Ningyan’s ears.

His expression darkened.

He released Ningyan gently and turned.

The next moment, one of the guards lunged forward in panic. "Your Highness, look out!"

Too late.

Wuhen’s hand was already inside the man’s chest.

He tore out the beating heart and tossed it aside as the body collapsed soundlessly to the ground.

Silence swallowed the clearing.

Wuhen stood before Rong Chen.

Rong Yue at his back.

"Wuhen, stop. I will handle this." Rong Yue’s growl was sharp, commanding.

But Yan Wuhen was already moving.

His hand closed around Rong Chen’s throat, lifting him cleanly off the ground. Rong Chen choked, claws scrabbling uselessly at Wuhen’s wrist as his feet kicked helplessly in the air.

Wuhen’s grip tightened, claws digging into flesh.

"Will you kill him?" he asked calmly, glancing back at Rong Yue.

Rong Yue said nothing. Only frowned.

Wuhen’s lips twitched.

He turned his attention back to the tiger beast struggling in his grasp, whose movements were already slowing from lack of air.

"Exactly," he murmured. "He hurt what is mine."

Rong Chen’s eyes widened in terror.

"And now," Wuhen continued softly, "he pays the consequences."

He tightened his grip.

"With death."

Rong Yue exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple. "Wuhen. Stop. I will handle this. If you kill him, there will be consequences."

Wuhen’s jaw clenched. His eyes burned.

"There should have been consequences for his actions too."

"I apologize on his behalf," Rong Yue said tightly. "I will handle it."

For a long, dangerous moment, Wuhen didn’t move.

Then, he flung Rong Chen aside like discarded cloth.

The tiger beast crashed into the ground, unconscious.

Wuhen shot Rong Yue a glare, his red-gold eyes glowing ominously, then glanced once at the remaining pale, trembling guards.

He turned away, straight to Ningyan and scooped him up effortlessly, cradling him against his chest.

Ningyan was too exhausted to protest. Too drained to speak. His gaze drifted to Rong Yue, who was watching them with quiet, unsettling curiosity.

Rong Yue clasped his hands together and bowed slowly.

"I apologize on my brother’s behalf," he said. "I would have come sooner, but I was far away."

Ningyan’s eyes widened. "What?"

Rong Yue chuckled softly. "Rong Chao alerted me. Fortunately, I was already on my way back to the academy."

Ningyan pressed his lips together.

Why was he being so... composed?

This wasn’t how Rong Yue was supposed to be. In the novel, his temper was infamous. Violent. Unpredictable.

And yet, the way he was looking at Ningyan now made his skin prickle.

He looked at his face... At his neck.

Ningyan swallowed hard and turned his face away, burying it against Wuhen’s neck.

"Take me away from here."

"Gladly," Wuhen murmured. "Beloved."

He turned and walked away without sparing Rong Yue another glance.

Ningyan almost screamed. Because he had figured it out.

Rong Yue could see the spirit mate chain wrapped around Ningyan’s neck.

And how it was connected to Yan Wuhen.