Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 130: He Has Every Right

Rage.

It burned through Ningyan’s veins like a living entity.

The crystal inside him pulsed. Hungry. It wanted to devour the demon tools below, just like it had devoured Mu Yi’s sword.

That hunger clawed at his mind.

No. Devouring demon tools, especially in front of Meishan, Wuhen and now even Rong Yue was not an option.

That kind of ability, wasn’t just abnormal. It was monstrous.

If they saw it...

Wasn’t that exactly how Book Ningyan ended up?

He forced it down.

If he let it take over, he wouldn’t stop.

So he held onto something else instead. Cold, focused, controlled rage.

Madam Qin had made her choice.

And so had he.

A violent surge of energy exploded around his body.

An ominous purple glow wrapped around him, distorting the air itself, bleeding into the edges of his vast phoenix wings as they beat powerfully against the sky.

Below, the phoenix clan manor.

Guards flooded into the courtyard, weapons drawn, demon tools crackling with unstable energy. Assassins blended among them, their presence sharp and predatory.

Then, Madam Qin Lihua stepped forward.

Her sons followed behind her.

All of them looked up. And froze.

Ningyan descended slowly into view, Su Nianci limp in his grasp, his wings stretching wide behind him.

For the first time, shock replaced Madam Qin’s pride.

"...Ningyan?" Su Mingze spoke first, disbelief clear in his voice.

Su Hengyue frowned. "Do not falter, you coward."

Mingze shot him a glare, but Hengyue’s gaze remained locked on Ningyan, sharp and calculating. "How in the three realms... does he have the aura of a Beast God?"

Su Qiyuan clenched his fists, eyes fixed on his unconscious sister.

"You should have listened to me, Mother," he said tightly. "Dissolving a bounty is not difficult. Nianci’s life matters more than your pride."

"My pride?" Madam Qin snapped.

Her voice rose, fury laced with disbelief. "I sent a dozen assassins. They were at saint Beast stage, all wielding demon qi and he—"

Her words caught as her gaze lifted again.

Ningyan’s eyes burned with ominous purple flames.

"I didn’t know he had become this strong." Her expression hardened. "Kill him."

"NO—NIANCI!" Qiyuan lunged forward.

But the guards and assassins moved first.

Demon tools ignited. Energy flared. Beast forms began to emerge.

Hengyue grabbed Qiyuan’s arm and yanked him back violently. "Have you lost your mind?!"

Qiyuan’s aura exploded, rage burning just as fiercely. "Let go of me! If none of you care about her, that’s your problem. I will bring her back!"

Mingze stepped forward, placing a hand on Hengyue’s shoulder. "Let him go."

Hengyue’s eyes darkened.

Mingze scoffed and withdrew his hand, turning away instead, walking back toward the manor like he had already lost interest.

Above them, Ningyan moved.

Dozens of massive purple energy swords materialized behind him. Then shot forward like a storm.

They clashed against incoming attacks, tearing through techniques and detonating midair.

At the same time, a shifting force field flickered around Ningyan’s body, appearing only where attacks struck, dissolving them instantly.

Below, Madam Qin watched. Not proud or confident anymore. She looked wary.

Her jaw tightened.

Then she turned sharply and walked back into the manor, several guards following behind her.

Su Qiyuan tore himself free from Hengyue’s grip.

His eyes darted across the battlefield. Then locked onto a fallen guard.

Without hesitation, he rushed forward and snatched up the demon tool lying beside the corpse. A blade.

It was massive. Almost as large as the guard himself.

Qiyuan gripped the handle. And instantly, a thick, black-red corruption crawled up his arm.

His eyes widened.

"—ghk!" He hissed and flung the blade away as if it burned him.

His breathing turned uneven as he lifted his gaze up to Ningyan.

Su Ningyan hadn’t moved. Not even once.

Guards and assassins charged at him from every direction. Roaring, screaming, unleashing everything they had.

And yet, every attack dissolved before it could reach him.

Behind him, countless purple swords hovered like a divine judgment.

They struck without pause. Merciless and unstoppable.

The pressure in the air thickened. It pressed down on Qiyuan’s chest, heavy and suffocating.

He froze, staring.

White hair drifted like moonlight.

An ethereal face, calm, distant, touched only by the faintest frown.

Qiyuan’s heart tightened.

A memory surfaced. A child. Small. Frail. Broken. Crying on the ground, clutching his abdomen.

While they stood above him, laughing.

Hengyue. Himself. Mingze.

And Nianci’s voice, "Too bad his Mother isn’t here to coddle him."

Qiyuan scoffed under his breath.

That same boy... Was now the one standing above them all.

He has every right.

But, Qiyuan clenched his fists. Not at the cost of Nianci.

A roar split the air.

One of the assassins transformed into a massive armored boar, its body wrapped in black-red miasma.

It charged straight at Ningyan. Ruthless and unstoppable.

Then, a glowing emerald portal opened beneath it. And snapped shut.

Silence.

The beast’s lower half vanished. Only its upper body remained with blood pouring out as it collapsed.

Qiyuan felt a chill crawl up his spine.

He didn’t need to look. He already knew.

Lan Meishan.

Qiyuan inhaled sharply and turned looking for Hengyue.BFor anyone.

No one.

"...Tch." He cursed under his breath.

Abandoned.

A portal opened. Meishan stepped through. Calm. Precise. Deadly.

An assassin lunged in beast form, gone.

Another followed, gone.

One by one, bodies fell. Until nothing remained but corpses and scattered demon tools.

And still, Ningyan did not look at any of it.

His gaze was fixed elsewhere.

The manor.

Qiyuan followed that gaze and his stomach dropped.

Inside that building were Madam Qin, Mingze and Hengyue.

Ningyan’s wings moved. Once.

The force alone pushed him higher. Hovering directly above the manor.

Qiyuan’s heart slammed against his ribs. "WAIT!"

He stepped forward, raising his hands. "WAIT!"

Both Ningyan and Meishan turned.

Qiyuan swallowed hard. Then spoke, his voice strained but firm. "I surrender... on behalf of my mother."

His eyes locked onto Ningyan. "So please—"

His voice cracked, just slightly. "Let Nianci go."