Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 19: A Broken Rule

"Last night, Jun Haoxuan arrived at the academy badly wounded."

"What happened?"

"There was a battle at Wind City. He and Fang Wulang fought. Half the city was destroyed."

"Fang Wulang? The clan leader of the Blue Fire Dragon Clan?"

"I hope he’s alright..."

"He isn’t. Fang Wulang is also in critical condition."

"How long will the dragons continue tearing each other apart?"

The gossip of the first-year students echoed around him as Su Ningyan stood before the weapon rack, his gaze drifting over blade after blade, searching for one that might suit him.

He was familiar with this part of the plot.

Although Jun Haoxuan was a divine beast prince, the dragons were split into countless hostile clans. Despite his family ruling over all dragonkind, resentment, jealousy, and ambition festered endlessly beneath the surface. War was inevitable.

Jun Haoxuan himself was powerful, undeniably so, regardless of the politics surrounding him.

But Book Su Ningyan had made everything worse.

To force Jun Haoxuan’s ascension into becoming a Divine Beast King as quickly as possible, Book Su Ningyan had engineered chaos. He had secretly arranged for Jun Haoxuan’s father to die, leaving the throne vacant.

The result was predictable. Every dragon clan clawed for power, and blood bathed the skies.

Several clans were wiped out entirely.

Su Ningyan swallowed hard.

He didn’t want any of that.

He wanted peace. Unity. And more importantly, he wanted to break the spirit mate chain and run as far away as possible from the nine-tailed fox prince who had vanished since last night as if nothing had happened.

...Had his words sunk in?

Would Yan Wuhen break the chain when he returned?

Ningyan reached out and chose the lightest blade on the rack.

Turning toward the open training ground, he watched as several students sparred with spiritual energy flaring, weapons clashing, each wielding their signature arms with ease.

He glanced down at the blade in his own hand.

After a moment, he shrugged and turned to leave.

The instant he took a second step, something wrapped around him.

It felt like a serpent coiling tightly around his body, constricting, burning. A fiery glow flared against his skin, familiar and oppressive.

Ningyan stiffened.

He already knew who it was.

His brows knitted together as his expression darkened.

"Let go of me, Mingze!" he snapped.

His voice was sharp enough to draw attention not just from the surrounding students, but from Mingze himself.

Mingze laughed as he approached, two lackeys trailing behind him.

Of course.

Ningyan grimaced. "What are you doing?"

"I never thought you’d actually cut your hair, Ningyan," Mingze said, dragging his gaze over Ningyan from head to toe. "Now you look even weaker. Disgusting."

Ningyan’s body curled inward instinctively.

Mingze, who had defiled him more times than Ningyan could count had feelings for him. And Mingze had known those feelings were wrong.

That was why he chose to humilate Ningyan instead. But he still had feelings for him.

Gods! They shared the same father.

The revulsion showed on Ningyan’s face before he could stop it.

"I really don’t want any trouble," he said flatly. Then he glanced at Mingze’s new friends. "Do you see me making trouble? Huh?"

"Why is the whore’s son talking to me?" one of the lackeys sneered, his face twisted in open disgust.

Ningyan sighed.

He could hear some students laughing under their breath. Others simply stared.

The weak surrounded by the strong.

The strong never save the weak. They wait until the weak are beaten down, then tell themselves it was inevitable. Why help someone who was already weak?

Ningyan’s lips twitched.

What a textbook bully scene.

He stayed silent.

That seemed to provoke them.

Mingze and his lackeys exchanged looks, clearly surprised that Ningyan wasn’t reacting.

Then Mingze stepped forward.

"Why are you quiet?" he demanded. "Not even fighting back? Of course not. You’re nothing but an insect."

Ningyan looked at him calmly.

"Aren’t you tired of this?" he asked flatly. "Brother."

The word landed like a slap.

"You spent years beating me into a pulp. Defiling me. And now you want to do the same thing here?"

Mingze’s face twisted.

He lunged forward and grabbed Ningyan by the neck, his fingers digging in hard.

"You lying, disgusting bastard!" he snarled. "Do you want to spread lies about me here? Do you think anyone would let you taint the name of a noble beast? A clan heir?!"

Ningyan glared back at him.

The grip was tight. Too tight.

"He’s really jealous of Su Mingze."

"Why would he be? Mingze is strong. Talented."

"He’s a fire serpent too. He even has main bloodline heritage."

"What a pity," someone muttered. "One day, Mingze might actually kill him."

Ningyan was starting to get furious.

He had been minding his own business. Staying out of trouble. Enduring quietly.

His grip tightened around Mingze’s wrist.

"Let go of me." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Mingze chuckled lowly. "Why should I?"

Ningyan didn’t hesitate.

He raised the blade in his hand and pressed the tip against Mingze’s stomach.

"Let go," he said evenly. "Or I won’t hesitate to stab you."

A ripple of shocked murmurs spread through the crowd.

Even Mingze looked genuinely surprised.

"You’ve actually gone mad, haven’t you?" Mingze sneered. "Do you think this is bravery? This is madness. A mistake."

He leaned in closer, lowering his voice so only Ningyan could hear.

"I could show you mercy," Mingze whispered. "If you come to my chamber tonight. We could have fun like we al—"

His words cut off abruptly.

His eyes widened in shock.

A sharp gasp tore from his throat as pain exploded through his abdomen.

Panicked murmurs erupted around them.

Ningyan had driven the blade into Mingze’s stomach.

He stared at him with a dead, unwavering expression.

"I told you to let go," Ningyan said calmly. "You didn’t listen."

Mingze released him immediately, stumbling backward as his lackeys rushed to catch him before he collapsed.

"Hey.. hey!" one of them shouted, shaking him.

The other whipped around, glaring at Ningyan. "What have you done?! Don’t you know the rules of the Celestial Beast Academy?"

Ningyan didn’t respond.

He only stared at Mingze as he lay on the ground, the blade buried in his stomach, his face pale with shock.

Unfortunately, it wouldn’t kill him.

Mingze was strong.

But Ningyan had stabbed him somewhere vital. It would at least place him in a critical condition.

Ignoring the chaos, Ningyan turned and walked away from the training ground.

He barely made it a few steps before guards surrounded him. Tiger beast warriors in full armor, spears raised and pointed directly at him.

They looked ready to strike.

Ningyan froze.

Panic surged through him as he raised his hands instinctively.

"Wait.. wait!"

"Su Ningyan," one of the guards announced coldly. "You have violated the rules of the Celestial Beast Academy and for that, you will be taken in for punishment."