Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 55: Do Not Come To The Battlefield

Ningyan ran out of the manor and stopped dead.

The visible crescent moon had turned blood-red. It loomed above Sunland, vast and swollen, staining the snow and rooftops with a sickly crimson glow.

His chest tightened. "The moon..."

Wuhen was already beside him, Xuanli and several guards spilling out behind them, weapons half-drawn as the air itself seemed to thicken.

"Have the guards protect as many clan members as they can," Wuhen’s voice cut through the tension, calm and commanding. "Bring them to the manor. If necessary, move them into the woods."

Xuanli immediately clasped his hands together and bowed deeply. "Yes, Your Highness."

The guards followed suit, bowing to Wuhen before turning and rushing off in coordinated motion.

Wuhen lifted his gaze to the sky.

The wind grew sharper, colder, carrying with it a suffocating wave of dark spiritual pressure that pressed down on the land.

Ningyan looked at him. "What do you think is out there?"

Wuhen turned at once. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

He reached for Ningyan’s hand, interlacing their fingers. Ningyan blinked, his violet eyes widening at the warmth of the gesture.

"Stay here, Yan’er," Wuhen said softly, yet firmly. "Do not come to the battlefield. You may watch if you must but do not come close."

Ningyan swallowed, then nodded. "If you say so."

Wuhen smiled faintly and leaned in, pressing a brief kiss to his lips. He clearly wanted more but stopped himself.

A red-gold glow erupted around his body, flaring up his nine tails like living flames.

Then he vanished.

Ningyan exhaled slowly, the breath visible in the cold air, his chest tight as he watched the space where Wuhen had been.

"Head to the city and protect his Highness!"

Wuyin emerged from the manor with the vermilion clan fox guards who had accompanied them from the academy. He stopped briefly, staring at the blood-red moon with a grim expression.

He didn’t spare Ningyan a glance.

He walked past him, the guards following and then they, too, were gone.

Ningyan clenched his fists. Were they going to join Wuhen?

He lifted his gaze back to the moon. He didn’t need to see the threat to know this was something deeply wrong.... something drenched in darkness.

He turned and walked into the main hall of the manor when a sharp cracked scream split the air.

"Qinghe!" Lanyin’s voice rang out in terror.

Another thick surge of dark presence erupted in front of him.

Ningyan halted.

Qinghe walked out of the darkness. Her pupils were completely black. Thick, pulsing veins crawled visibly along her neck. Her steps were uneven, jerky like a corpse forced back into motion.

Her nine tails swayed out of sync, twisting unnaturally.

Foam dripped from her mouth as elongated canines protruded past her lips.

Her claws were fully extended. Sharp.

Ningyan’s blood ran cold.

A low, guttural growl rumbled from Qinghe’s throat. Her blackened gaze locked onto him.

Instinct screamed at him to flee. He took one step back. But she was suddenly an inch away from him.

Too fast.

Qinghe slammed her palm into his chest. Red-gold energy exploded on impact.

The world turned white.

Pain tore through him like his ribs had shattered, the force violent enough to hurl him backward. His body thrown clear out of the manor grounds and onto the main road.

He hit the ground hard, the air ripped from his lungs.

He coughed violently, rolling onto his side with a broken wheeze, dragging in cold air that burned his chest.

Before he could recover, Qinghe was there again. Standing over him.

Her shadow swallowed him whole, claws twitching, her expression twisted like she was one second away from finishing it.

Then, a high, piercing shriek split the air.

Qinghe’s head snapped up.

Her ears twitched sharply, her entire body going rigid as if something had seized control of her from afar.

In the next instant, she looked away from Ningyan completely. As if he no longer existed.

She turned and ran. Vanishing toward the source of the shriek.

Ningyan lay there for a moment, shaking, before releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

He rubbed his chest weakly and forced himself upright, every breath sharp and painful.

Footsteps pounded toward him. "Ningyan!"

Lanyin came into view, breathing hard. Blood streamed down her forehead.

That alone told him everything he needed to know.

Qinghe had attacked her.

Which meant she truly wasn’t herself.

"I’m okay," Ningyan said quickly, waving a hand even as his voice wavered. "I just.. need a second."

Lanyin clenched her fists, her eyes burning. "That shriek... the moment it sounded, she woke up."

Ningyan’s expression hardened. "It’s a call."

Lanyin frowned. "What is going on?"

The shriek echoed again.

This time, it sounded strained like it was in pain.

Both of them turned toward the source at once, exchanging a grave look.

"Cover me from fatal attacks," Ningyan said calmly. "I need to find out what’s happening."

Lanyin hesitated. "But Qinghe—"

"You have to understand," Ningyan cut in, his voice low. "For now, she isn’t your Qinghe."

Lanyin’s jaw tightened. "...Fine."

At that moment, a white glow engulfed her body, and she took off running at full speed.

Ningyan let out a deep breath, the vapor visible in the cold night air. He cracked his fingers, steadying himself.

"Don’t die. Don’t die." He whispered the words over and over like a prayer.

The violet in his eyes was slowly swallowed by a white-gold glow.

With a violent rush of energy, large translucent white-gold wings burst from his back. For a brief moment, his body faltered. Then, as if instinct took over, the wings flapped heavily, launching him into the sky.

The ground fell away beneath him.

He flew through the air, heading straight toward the main civilization of Sunland City where an enormous monstrous entity had already emerged.

It was massive. About a hundred feet tall, walking upright on two colossal legs.

Black scales covered its body, its cracked skin threaded with pulsing, glowing veins that throbbed like a living network. It had three heads, each with burning red eyes. The largest head sat at the center, its face shaped like a hollow bleached skull.

"What is that...?" Ningyan narrowed his gaze. "I need to get closer."

Below, the snow foxes were fleeing the city, guards escorting them out in organized waves.

Meanwhile, explosions of energy struck the creature again and again. Yan Wuhen stood at the front lines, radiant and terrifying in his full glory.

Spiritual energy surged around him in violent pulses as he relentlessly forced the creature back, trying to drive it out of the city.

Ningyan landed on a rooftop, turning his head.

Tu Lanyin stood beside him now, the wind whipping through her hair and tugging at her dress as she stared at the scene below. A moment later, her gaze shifted to Ningyan, who had flown to stand next to her.

Together, they watched as Wuhen battled the monster. His movements were clean, silky like flowing water. Like a dancer.

Each strike made the creature shriek in pain, staggering backward again and again. He was winning ground.

But Ningyan’s chest tightened.

"The black veins on that creature’s skin," he said quietly, "they’re the same as the ones in Qinghe... and Yu Feixue’s head."

Lanyin’s hand clenched into a fist. "This..."

"Yes," Ningyan exhaled slowly. "This is a manifestation of someone using demon qi."