Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 92: Life Is Meaningless Now

At that same moment, Yan Wuhen appeared directly in front of Lan Shiyu.

Too fast to react.

Foxfire-red and gold eyes gleaming wild, Wuhen seized Lan Shiyu by the head and slammed him straight into the ground with bone-rattling force.

"You snakes are really starting to get on my nerves," he growled.

Lan Shiyu lay embedded in the shattered earth.

Wuhen didn’t linger. His gaze snapped to Qinghe, Lanyin, Wuyin, and the gathered servants and guards who were walking out of the manor.

"Everyone, go to Fire City," he commanded.

The guards and servants bowed instantly and dispersed without hesitation.

"We can’t just leave you here," Wuyin protested.

But Wuhen wasn’t listening anymore.

His thoughts had already scattered, searching.

"Where is Ningyan?" he asked sharply.

Qinghe glanced around. "Hmm?"

Lanyin shook her head. "I haven’t seen him tonight."

A cold feeling crawled through Wuhen’s chest.

He raised his hand. The spirit mate chain materialised, pulsing red-gold and the sensation that came with it made his breath hitch.

"Something is wrong," he murmured.

Qinghe’s eyes narrowed as she followed the chain’s glow. She turned to Lanyin.

"Can you find him, petal?"

Lanyin nodded immediately. "Meet me at Fire City."

Qinghe pressed a quick kiss to her lips before Lanyin vanished.

Silence fell for half a heartbeat.

Then Qinghe turned, eyes sweeping over the wreckage of the manor.

"...Is that Lan Meishan?" Wuyin asked, horror creeping into his voice as he stared at the unmoving figure buried beneath the collapsed structure.

"You damn fox." Lan Shiyu’s snarl cut through the air.

He rose unsteadily, blood streaking his face, rage twisting his features beyond recognition.

Wuhen turned toward him slowly. "You’re still breathing?" he asked flatly.

"You’re the one who won’t be by the end of tonight," Lan Shiyu hissed.

Black, corrupted energy surged around his body as he lunged.

Wuhen met him head-on.

The clash exploded outward, raw force colliding again and again. Wuhen struck without mercy, blow after blow driving Lan Shiyu back until blood spilled from his mouth.

Still, Lan Shiyu didn’t stop.

Just as Wuhen caught him by the throat, claws tightening, poised to tear straight through his chest, pain slammed into him.

The sudden, crushing heaviness weighed down his body, his vision flashing white as agony ripped through his core.

Wuhen’s eyes widened.

That single pause was all Lan Shiyu needed.

He detonated a blast point-blank, hurling Wuhen away.

Wuhen barely managed to land on his feet before blood flooded his mouth. He staggered and collapsed backward, caught just in time by Qinghe’s arms.

"Wuhen?" Qinghe’s voice trembled as she looked at him, shock and worry flashing in her eyes.

Wuhen could barely speak. Qinghe pressed her fingers to his neck, her eyes widening. "You’re... dying."

Wuhen coughed, and the spirit mate chain materialised around his wrist. "Ningyan... he’s gone."

"No... it can’t be... the distance..." Qinghe’s words shook under the weight of fear and disbelief.

Lan Shiyu, by contrast, smiled. Cold, cruel amusement twisting his face as he sauntered toward them. "Well, well, well... look what we have here."

Qinghe shot him a sharp glare. "You’ve wounded him. Now leave."

"No," Lan Shiyu hissed, his voice dark and venomous. "I promised myself I would make sure he stops breathing. And after that... My brother will die too. And who knows what comes after? You might even become my bride, Yan Qinghe. I promise... I will take care of you. Everyone would worship me for having you."

Qinghe stared at him with disdain, as if he were nothing but dirt. His smile faded.

"Well then... How disappointing. But poetic, isn’t it? Dying together."

He unleashed a blast, sharp and violent. Qinghe summoned a glowing red-gold shield, forming it instantly to protect both herself and Wuhen. The energy roared against the barrier, but Lan Shiyu hissed in frustration and shattered it with another strike.

Just as he prepared to attack again, a glowing green chain shot out, wrapping around his wrist. It yanked hard. And his arm was torn from his body.

Lan Shiyu screamed, blood spraying across the rubble, his face pale with shock.

From the debris, Lan Meishan emerged. Glasses pushed up, hair tousled, and an aura of calm fury radiating from him. Wuyin, caught in the aura, stumbled back with a gasp.

Step by step, Meishan advanced, emerald serpent eyes glowing brighter than ever. But this was no ordinary calm. This was wild, untamed, and terrifying. His steps, his presence, his aura. They radiated something unrecognisable... something deadly.

"Why do you keep dragging me out in the most annoying ways, Lan Shiyu? This is exactly why Lan Meishan doesn’t like you," Meishan said, an unnatural smile twisting his face as he stared down Lan Shiyu.

Lan Shiyu immediately glowed, his body shifting into his enormous serpent form. He lashed forward at Meishan, crashing through the manor, the fight erupting in a maelstrom of destruction.

Meanwhile, Qinghe’s gaze snapped back to Wuhen, who was barely conscious, his breathing shallow and labored.

"Wuhen? Please, no!" Tears streaked down her cheeks.

Wuyin rushed to their side, kneeling. "Wuhen?"

Wuhen parted his lips weakly. "Yan’er... left me..."

Qinghe gasped. "The chain! Wuhen, you need to break the bond!"

Wuhen shook his head slowly. "No..."

"Break the bond!" Qinghe demanded, her voice sharp and urgent.

"No... life is meaningless now. Make Wuyin your new twin... since he wants my place so badly," Wuhen murmured, each word weaker than the last. His gaze flicked to Wuyin, who now looked deeply worried. "You’d like that very much, wouldn’t you, Yan Wuyin? Deep down, you’re celebrating my death."

Wuyin sighed, his expression pained. "Just... break the bond, Wuhen."

"No," Wuhen grumbled, shaking his head.

Qinghe gritted her teeth, furious. "If you die because of him, I will hunt him down and pluck his heart from his chest. Do you understand me, Yan Wuhen?!"

Wuhen pursed his lips, then slowly raised his hand. His fingers clenched around the chain at his wrist. With a single firm pull, the bond snapped and dissolved completely.

Qinghe exhaled, closing her eyes with a heavy sigh of relief. Wuyin smiled faintly at him.

"Welcome back," he said.

Wuhen rolled his eyes at Wuyin, then shot his sister a teasing grin. "You are cry..."

Qinghe slapped his chest, making him choke and cough. "Quiet!"