Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 80: I Was Promised Your Heart

Mei Ren’s posture stiffened immediately.

"Yes." Her voice carried clear surprise. "How do you know that?"

Ningyan frowned, dragging his fingers through his hair as he exhaled slowly. "I can’t believe this."

"You can’t believe what?" Mei Ren asked, amusement slipping into her tone. "That you lived this long?"

Ningyan sighed, exhausted. He pulled his fingers free from his hair and gave her a dull, weary look.

"No. Not that." His voice was flat. "I’m more disappointed than shocked."

"I’m not here for small talk," Mei Ren said coolly. "But I’d like to know why you’re disappointed."

Ningyan sighed again, brushing his hair from his face only for the strands to fall back stubbornly. "I was promised your heart."

Silence stretched between them.

Only the wind spoke, threading through their hair, tugging at their robes, rustling the leaves and branches around them.

Then Mei Ren moved.

She lunged forward at full speed, crimson light flaring violently as she hurled herself into motion, spear spinning with her momentum. Ningyan reacted instantly, springing out of her path before the weapon could strike.

He vaulted backward, landing lightly atop the stone fence behind him.

Mei Ren didn’t slow.

She leapt after him, her spear slashing upward, forcing Ningyan into motion again. He met her midair, white-gold bursting across his skin as he blocked her strike barehanded, his energy flaring every time the spear came too close.

They landed on the rooftop together.

Ningyan struck swiftly, blocking, redirecting, countering each blow reinforced by controlled bursts of white-gold power. Mei Ren answered with ruthless precision, her spear cutting arcs of red light that slammed against his defenses.

He blasted her back with a surge of energy.

She blocked it. The spear flaring as though it were a shield.

Ningyan’s eyes narrowed.

He retreated in a fluid motion, leaping onto the roof of a nearby building, gaze locked on the weapon in her hands.

That spear was the problem.

It radiated dense, invasive, corrupting demonic energy. It explained her unstable aura, her confidence in attacking him even while he was with Wuhen.

She wasn’t relying on herself.

She was relying on that.

Ningyan steadied his breathing.

Even with his improved defenses, he couldn’t afford a direct hit.

"I’m impressed," Mei Ren said as she landed across from him, keeping a respectful distance. Her spear rested behind her in perfect combat posture. "You’re fast."

White-gold flames erupted around Ningyan’s fists, roaring outward as his eyes ignited with the same luminous hue.

"So are you," he replied calmly. "But speed won’t save you."

Mei Ren laughed softly. "Madam Qin Linhua said you’d be easy to kill. But it seems she underestimated you. Severely."

Ningyan didn’t reply. He didn’t want to be distracted.

His silence made Mei Ren huff in annoyance. In the same breath, she hurled her spear straight at him.

Ningyan dodged.

But the spear didn’t stop.

Midair, it shattered. Splitting into nearly twenty crimson, glowing arrows that swerved sharply toward him.

"Fu—!" Ningyan stumbled back, barely regaining his balance before his foot slipped off the edge of the roof. He fell.

The ground rushed up too fast.

Just before his back could slam into it, two massive, translucent white-gold wings burst from his back in a flare of light. He shot upward, air roaring around him as he steadied himself midair.

Below him, Mei Ren hovered with her red arrows floating behind her.

She reached up and removed her mask. It dissolved in her grip, revealing a strikingly beautiful face.

Her eyes, however, pulsed with the same unnatural red glow as the arrows behind her. A wicked smile curved her lips.

The arrows fired.

Ningyan raised both hands.

White-gold light exploded outward.

Dozens of fiery white-gold arrows formed instantly, colliding with the crimson ones in a violent clash. The sky flared and then shattered light rained down as the red arrows broke apart.

Mei Ren’s expression twisted into an ugly frown, marring her beauty.

Ningyan didn’t feel victorious. Not while she was still standing.

Not while the spear was already materializing back into her grip.

"Like I said," Mei Ren sneered, "Madam Qin Linhua underestimated you. And so did I."

She tilted her head slightly. "She called you a cockroach with a knife, hard to kill, but easy to crush if done properly. Her words. I believed them."

She threw the spear again.

This time, it moved unnaturally fast.

Ningyan dodged but the spear turned mid-flight, adjusting its trajectory to follow him.

Before he could calculate another escape, he caught it.

His grip closed around the shaft, the pointed tip stopping mere inches from his widened eyes.

The red glow pulsed.

Then it spread. Like a visible virus, crimson energy crawled over the weapon and onto his hand.

Panic filled his soul.

He immediately flung the spear away, letting it crash to the ground below but the distraction was enough.

Mei Ren was already in front of him.

With a violent surge of power, enormous green butterfly wings unfurled from her back. From the earth below, a massive glowing green plant erupted upward, vines snapping around Ningyan’s body in an instant.

They tightened.

He was trapped.

"Now." Mei Ren exhaled heavily and lifted her hand.

The spear embedded in the ground shuddered, then flew back into her grip. Pulsing red energy rushed through the weapon and poured into her body, veins briefly glowing as she let out a low, satisfied sigh, like someone who had just been recharged.

She looked at Ningyan with open disdain.

The vines wrapped around him tightened the more he struggled, biting into his limbs until his breath came shallow.

"No hard feelings," she said casually. "I’m just doing my job. It’s not often someone pays me a fortune to kill a bastard like you." Her lips curved. "And you’re a well-protected bastard."

Her gaze flicked over him slowly.

"You live with Yan Wuhen. As his lover." A mockingly pitying click of her tongue. "Too bad. You two look perfect together."

She lifted the spear and pressed its tip to Ningyan’s neck.

The sharp edge cut just enough to draw a thin line of blood.

Ningyan clenched his teeth, pain flaring but he didn’t break eye contact. Not even for a second.

Mei Ren smiled faintly.

She was just about to drive the spear forward, when the air collapsed.

A crushing wave of spiritual energy slammed down, red-gold power detonating through the space like an explosion. Mei Ren screamed as the force tore through her wings, ripping her from the air and smashing her into the ground.

The vines loosened.

Ningyan tore free instantly, his white-gold wings spreading wide as he dropped down and saw Yan Wuhen already there.

Wuhen stood over Mei Ren, gripping her by the throat with one hand, his expression cold, unreadable, terrifyingly calm.

"Wait!" Ningyan shouted.

He was too late.

Wuhen plunged his hand into her chest and ripped out her heart in a single, brutal motion.

The body went limp.

Ningyan froze. "...Fuck."