Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 56: You’re Meishan’s Quiet Affection

"This is a manifestation of someone using demon qi." The moment the words left Ningyan’s lips, his wings snapped open and he moved.

The air cracked as he shot behind the creature, its shrieks growing deafening now that it was closer. The sound scraped against his eardrums, vibrating through his skull until his teeth clenched in pain.

One of the side heads suddenly twisted. Its neck rotated unnaturally, like an owl’s.

Red eyes locked onto Ningyan. Its mouth split open.

A beam of deep emerald light erupted forth, violent and compressed, tearing through the air straight toward him.

"Damn it—" Ningyan threw up a force-field shield just in time.

The blast slammed into it with explosive force, energy rippling violently across the barrier. The shield held then cracked.

A sharp fracture spidered across its surface.

Ningyan cursed under his breath and dipped low, pulling sharply to the side. The beam followed him, carving through the air as he maneuvered deliberately guiding the head’s aim. Straight into the middle head.

The impact was brutal.

The creature released a pained, distorted shriek as the central head reeled back, momentarily stunned, its massive body staggering under its own weight.

That was all the opening they needed.

Ningyan’s gaze snapped up and met Wuhen’s.

Wuhen stood on the rooftop, his eyes narrowed at Ningyan’s presence but he didn’t hesitate. He took the opportunity.

Red-gold energy surged from him in a violent rush, spiraling outward like a vortex. His body lifted smoothly off the roof, hovering as the air around him warped.

A massive, translucent sword formed before him. Red-gold, radiant, humming with terrifying pressure.

His nine tails flared. They lengthened, swaying behind him like living flames, their glow reflecting eerily against the blood-red moon above.

Then, he struck.

The sword came down in a single, decisive arc.

The middle head was cleaved clean through.

The creature screamed.

Two more red-gold swords materialized instantly, descending without mercy, one after the other, impaling the remaining side heads in blinding flashes of light.

The shrieks collapsed into fractured, overlapping echoes before cutting off abruptly.

Ningyan stared. His mouth parted, awe stealing the breath from his lungs.

For a moment, he forgot everything else.

He couldn’t help it. He was impressed.

He had almost forgotten just how powerful Wuhen truly was.

A divine beast prince. Pure-blooded.

Someone who had honed his body, his qi, his instincts from the moment he was born. Someone who could rival even the oldest beasts of this world.

Ningyan felt something stir in his chest. Motivation.

Could I ever reach that level? Or even surpass it?

Suddenly, he sighted Qinghe behind Wuhen. She was too close.

"—Wuhen!"

But it was already too late.

Qinghe lunged.

Wuhen sensed it instantly. His eyes flicked sideways.

He waved a hand.

A blast of red-gold energy slammed into Qinghe mid-air, sending her crashing violently into a nearby building. Stone shattered on impact as she snarled, growling like a rabid beast.

Before she could rise, glowing red-gold chains erupted into existence.

They wrapped around her body again and again, tightening with unyielding force, pinning her completely in place.

Ningyan breathed, disbelief written across his face, then shot forward toward Qinghe. Lanyin joined him a heartbeat later.

They stood over her, watching as she growled and thrashed, trying to break the red-gold chains. She was strong but the bindings held.

Lanyin’s voice trembled, tears welling in her eyes. "What if she stays like this... forever?"

Ningyan didn’t answer. He pressed his lips together, watching Qinghe for a long, silent moment. Then he lifted higher, hovering to witness Wuhen in action.

Wuhen moved like an ethereal, fluid, unstoppable god made flesh. The blood-red crescent moon framed him as he cut through the beast.

The city trembled under each strike. Buildings already lay in ruin, shattered by the creature’s rampage and Wuhen’s attacks.

The beast shrieked as Wuhen severed its three heads completely. Its body fell and quaked, deep cracks splitting the ground beneath it. Slowly, it began to dissolve.

Ningyan reacted instantly, swooping through the blackened scales, pulling one free and landing beside Wuhen on the roof. Both stared as the last remnants of the creature vanished into nothingness.

"You never listen, do you, Yan’er," Wuhen said, voice flat, expressionless, eyes focused on the dissolving remains.

"I wanted to see for myself," Ningyan replied, gaze unwavering.

"And if you had gotten hurt?" Wuhen’s tone hardened.

Ningyan froze, heart skipping a beat. He slowly turned to meet Wuhen’s eyes. The teasing, playful prince was gone, replaced by someone sharp, intense, terrifying.

Blinking rapidly, Ningyan returned his gaze to the disappearing creature. "I am not going to apologize," he said, voice calm despite the fear curling in his chest.

Wuhen said nothing. And the silence carried a weight that made Ningyan’s stomach tighten.

Then he felt it. A tug at his neck, faint but palpable. The spirit-mate chain. Invisible, yet pulled taut, responsive to Wuhen’s mood.

Ningyan gave a slow exhale, then took to the skies again. He flew through the city, past ruined buildings, and returned to the manor.

There, Wuyin, Xuanli, and the remaining guards were corralling the snow foxes that had escaped. Others were already moving toward the woods, away from the danger.

Ningyan let his wings dissolve, stepping inside the manor, moving deeper, back into the shrine chamber where Yu Feixue’s head was kept.

The door creaked open.

A cloaked figure, silver-masked, stood there carrying the head.

Ningyan froze.

The figure froze.

Two sets of eyes met. Silence, thick and suffocating, filled the room.

Ningyan’s lips parted, staring into the deep emerald serpent eyes.

Those eyes. He would recognize them anywhere.

The gentle aura was still there but it was tainted now. Raging. Thick. Uncontrolled.

"Meishan?" he asked slowly. "What are you doing with that?"

"Ah... You’re Meishan’s quiet affection." A bold, confident voice answered. Definitely Meishan, but... different.

Ningyan stepped into the chamber, closing the door behind him. "Put the head back."

Meishan let out a slow and wild chuckle. "And why should I do that?"

Ningyan frowned, his voice steady despite his racing heart. "That monster. Yu Feixue’s head. Qinghe. Are all of this... your doing?"

"You think I’ll answer because you’re Meishan’s quiet affection?" Meishan stepped closer, teasing.

"Do not come any closer!" Ningyan snapped, teeth gritted.

Meishan froze, then, without a word, removed his mask.

The serene Meishan face was gone. In its place, a wild smile, emerald serpent eyes glowing with untamed energy. "You know I am not Meishan. Is it that obvious?" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Ningyan almost scoffed but held it back.

The split personality of Lan Meishan from the novel was intact. It was obsessive. Dangerous. And if he wasn’t careful, it was going to be intensely fixated on him like Wuhen, if not sharper, darker, more unpredictable.

Meishan waved a hand. A deep green portal erupted beneath his feet.

He fell through, waving at Ningyan with his free hand before the portal snapped shut.