Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 48: I Will Try Again

Earlier, Ningyan lay in the chamber with Wuhen asleep behind him, an arm wrapped tightly around his waist, spooning him possessively.

Ningyan stared at the red flute in his grip, turning it slowly between his fingers as everything that had happened that night replayed in his mind again and again.

The poison.

A poison meant for Wuhen.

He remembered it clearly now. He had drunk the first few jars without issue, but that last jar... the one he had taken from Wuhen before heading to the courtyard with Rong Chao. That one had been brought by a servant specifically for Wuhen.

And Wuyin...

Wuyin had tried to stop him from drinking it.

But Ningyan had ignored him.

Did Wuyin hate Wuhen?

Then there were the arrows.

The presence watching him.

Was it the same person? Had they planned everything from the start?

If he hadn’t run into Rong Yue...

If Lan Meishan hadn’t been in the manor that night...

Would he be dead?

His jaw clenched.

"If this keeps up," he muttered under his breath, "I’ve really become a fucking damsel in distress."

Slowly, carefully, Ningyan wriggled out of Wuhen’s embrace. It wasn’t easy. Wuhen clutched him even in sleep. But eventually, he managed and slipped free.

He walked to the mirror, pushing one sleeve of his night robe aside to inspect his shoulder. The wound from the dragon battle. Nearly healed. Meishan had healed it during the last recovery session in the water.

Then his back.

He untied the robe and twisted awkwardly, peering over his shoulder at the spot where the arrow had pierced him. The wound there, too, was almost gone.

He smirked faintly. "Thank you, Meishan,"

He retied his robe and slipped out of the chamber, the flute still spinning idly between his fingers. Outside, he stopped beneath a pillar, standing under a flag bearing the dragon sigil of the Azure Dragon Clan.

Thunder rolled overhead.

Ningyan stared into the storm.

Then he stepped forward. Barefoot, into the rain.

Water splashed around his feet as he walked slowly through puddles, his robe darkening and clinging to his body.

Rain struck his skin with sharp force, the cold, unforgiving wind pressing hard against him.

And yet, he didn’t stop.

He recalled Meishan’s words about using music to heal and right now, he just wanted to try.

"Breathe," Ningyan muttered, pacing in a tight circle before kicking at a puddle. Water splashed up around his ankles.

"What if this doesn’t work? No... if it doesn’t work, I will try again. And again." He clenched the flute tighter. "Because if I fail now, I’ll die. I can’t keep relying on the male leads."

He stopped pacing.

The storm roared around him, rain soaking through his clothes, lightning splitting the sky but courage lit up inside like a sudden flame.

Ningyan lifted the flute to his lips. He closed his eyes and played the first note that came to him.

He poured everything into it.

The pain of the arrow tearing into his back.

The burning agony in his gut as poison made him vomit.

The strain of receiving Meishan’s core strength.

The humiliation of being blasted out of class by Mingze.

The awe and terror of watching dragons fall from the sky when they were struck with Jun Haoxuan’s lightning.

He embraced everything that had happened to him since he came into this world.

And then, he felt it.

Spiritual energy rushed through him, pressure crashing into his core and flooding every vein in his body.

Beast qi roared awake, wild and overwhelming. It felt like a dam straining under impossible force. One crack forming, then another, and another until it shattered.

Ningyan’s eyes flew open, glowing white-gold.

Power exploded outward, waves of energy ripping through the dragon manor as a pair of massive, translucent phoenix wings burst from his back in blinding light.

His breath hitched.

Tears spilled from his eyes as his knees gave out, hitting the rain-soaked ground. The phoenix wings flapped once, heavily and majestically before slowly fading into nothing.

"I did it," he sobbed. "I did it... I awakened my beast soul."

His body shook as he broke down completely, crying under the rain until the sobs turned into breathless laughter.

He pressed a trembling hand to his forehead, rain mixing with tears as the wild laughter spilled out.

"This is so awesome," he squeaked, then his laughter dissolved into a fit of coughs.

"Ouch." Ningyan pressed a hand to his chest as he forced himself upright. "I... I’d better go in before I catch a cold."

Muttering to himself, he dragged his soaked feet back beneath the roof bearing the Azure Dragon Clan’s sigil. As he walked through the vast halls, rainwater dripped from his hair and clothes, leaving faint trails behind him.

"Don’t get lost, don’t get lost." He chanted to himself quietly.

The manor was just as large as the fox manor but unlike that place, this one was filled with beasts who actually wanted him dead.

When he finally reached the chamber, the bed was empty. The chamber looked bigger too. More fancy and royal.

Ningyan blinked and rubbed his eyes, coughing softly. He peeled off the wet robe clinging to his torso and dropped it aside before sinking down at the edge of the bed. His back rested against the wooden frame as he focused on breathing in and out, idly rolling the flute between his fingers.

Now that his beast soul had awakened, he didn’t want to stop.

"I should be able to reach core formation soon," he murmured drowsily. "I’ve been strengthening my core for a while now..."

A long yawn cut him off. Heavy, unavoidable exhaustion crashed over him like a living thing. His eyelids drooped, his grip on the flute loosening slowly.

And before he could even register it, he slipped into sleep.

The only moment he stirred again, without opening his eyes, was when his body shifted with the undoubted sensation of being carried.

"Don’t carry me," he mumbled faintly. "The floor is more comfortable..."

No reply.

Moments later, the softness of a bed cradled his back. He instinctively curled in on himself, breath evening out as sleep claimed him completely once more.