Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 91: What Do Any Of Us Want?

As Ningyan lay unconscious on the bed, Yunyi released a slow, heavy breath as she watched him.

She draped a black cloak over his body, carefully covering his hair, concealing every trace of him. Then she waved her hand, and the glow sealing the chamber walls faded away. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

At that moment, the servant she had been speaking to earlier stepped inside.

He was an elderly man with a neat goatee, but the horns curving from his head and the powerful build beneath his robes marked him clearly as a formidable beast.

"My lady—" His words faded when his eyes landed on Ningyan lying motionless on the bed.

Yunyi startled slightly, rubbing the back of her neck. "Bo. Don’t worry, he’s not dead. I just..." She exhaled and straightened. "There’s been a change of plans."

She walked toward him.

"You’ll transport him instead of me. Take him to Water City. Zhao Zihan will keep him safe, for now."

Bo’s eyes widened. "And you, my lady?"

"I’ll find my own way." Yunyi’s voice sharpened. "Make sure Jun Haoxuan doesn’t see him. Not Shenzhen either. Take him. Now."

Bo didn’t argue. He nodded once, stepped forward, and lifted Ningyan carefully into his arms.

Yunyi followed, ensuring there were no interruptions.

They moved through a hidden passage where no guards patrolled, emerging beside a small carriage used for transporting goods to and from the manor. Bo gently laid Ningyan inside, arranging the cloak to fully conceal his face.

The sky was already dark. No trace of the sun remained.

As Bo climbed up to guide the spirit horse, Yunyi gave him a small nod, a tight smile. And then a familiar presence flared behind them.

Both Yunyi and Bo turned sharply.

Shenzhen stood there, eyes wide with surprise.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Then Shenzhen exhaled, the shock fading from his expression as he walked toward the carriage. He stopped beside it, gaze dropping briefly to Ningyan’s still form.

Slowly, he extended his hand.

A glowing blue crystal, shaped like a flame materialized above his palm, hovering, radiant and cold.

The air tightened.

Yunyi and Bo both stiffened.

"Shenzhen," Yunyi began sharply, "what are you—"

"He seems like the better hiding place. Don’t you think, Yunyi-jie?" Shenzhen spoke without looking at her.

Yunyi parted her lips but no words came out.

Shenzhen placed his palm flat against Ningyan’s chest.

A sharp blue glow flared as the crystal sank straight through flesh and bone as if Ningyan’s body were nothing more than a doorway. Blue light rippled around it, space folding briefly, swallowing the crystal whole.

Shenzhen withdrew his hand.

Two fingers rose, glowing faintly blue, and he pressed them lightly against Ningyan’s chest. The glow pulsed once then sealed.

He exhaled deeply.

Carefully, he pulled the cloak back into place, concealing Ningyan again. Then he reached into his sleeve and removed the illusion mask he had worn earlier.

He placed it over Ningyan’s face.

The transformation was instant.

Ningyan’s features blurred, reshaped. His body morphing into that of a random wolf beastman. Grey ears emerged, grey hair spilled down, a tail forming beneath the cloak, his aura shifting until there was no trace left of the phoenix at all.

Shenzhen stepped back and finally looked at Yunyi. "You can take him away."

Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked back toward the building, disappearing inside.

Yunyi stared at Ningyan’s barely visible face beneath the cloak.

Her throat tightened.

She swallowed hard then turned away and returned into the manor.

Bo mounted the carriage and rode off without hesitation.

^°°°•••°°°^

Lan Meishan stood at the front of the library, staring up at the night sky.

Moonlight reflected faintly against the lenses of his glasses. The wind tugged at his dark hair, pulled at the edges of his robes as he waited, just as he had been doing for a long while now.

Ningyan hadn’t come.

At first, Meishan told himself he was simply running late. Avoiding attention. Being careful. This meeting was meant to be secret, after all.

But one hour passed.

Then another.

Nearly two.

And the excuse no longer held.

Ningyan wouldn’t do this. He wouldn’t leave without a word. He wouldn’t let Meishan stand here waiting like this, not when he had looked at him the way he did earlier.

That left only one conclusion.

Something was wrong.

Meishan’s senses sharpened instantly.

He turned and left the library, moving swiftly through the academy grounds, the silence pressing unnaturally against his skin. No chatter. No movement. Just stillness... too much of it.

Then, a violent wave of corrupted spiritual energy detonated through the air.

The ground trembled.

A shrill, piercing screech tore through the night.

Meishan leapt onto the nearest rooftop, eyes snapping wide as massive serpentine forms slithered along the mountainside. Two enormous snakes, scales gleaming with blackish-red corruption.

His breath caught.

They weren’t roaming.

They were moving with purpose.

Meishan’s gaze followed their trajectory. Straight toward Jun Haoxuan’s manor.

Just as suddenly, a thunderous dragon’s roar erupted from the manor, tearing through the air.

The sky which was calm only moments ago, churned violently, grey clouds boiling and crashing together as if enraged. Of the massive serpents encircling the mountain, only one remained. The other recoiled, light flaring as they shifted back into half-human form.

Lan Tianheng stood revealed, face to face with Jun Haoxuan.

Lan Meishan didn’t stay to watch.

That was his cue.

He turned sharply, intent fixed on one thing only. Finding Ningyan. Even if Ningyan was hiding in Yan Wuhen’s manor, he would drag him out himself if he had to.

A portal flared open beneath Meishan’s feet. He stepped through and emerged at the open gates of Wuhen’s manor.

Before he could take another step, screams erupted across the academy.

Students shouted in panic. Roars and shrieks split the night. Heavy, crushing waves of spiritual energy rolled through the air, so dense the earth itself trembled beneath the pressure.

"Where do you think you’re going, brother?"

Lan Meishan froze.

Lan Shiyu’s voice came from directly behind him.

Meishan turned slowly. He didn’t answer, just stared.

Lan Shiyu frowned. "I didn’t know you were friends with Yan Wuhen."

"What do you want, Shiyu?" Meishan asked flatly.

"What do I want?" Shiyu laughed, the sound sharp and bright. "What do any of us want?"

Meishan had no patience for small talk.

He turned away and in the next instant, Lan Shiyu’s body erupted in screaming, corrupted rage.

Blackish-red energy detonated outward.

The blast struck Meishan before he could react, before he could even process it, hurling him violently across the grounds. The earth cracked and buckled beneath the force as Meishan slammed into Wuhen’s manor, stone and wood collapsing around him.

The building partially caved in, debris crashing down and burying him beneath it.

Lan Shiyu straightened, smiling with open pride.

"Father said I should kill you!" he sang out brightly. "Because you’ve become a useless son—"

His grin widened, eyes gleaming with madness. "—and I can take your place as his heir!"