Chapter 1: Transmigrated into the Cruel Female Who Abused Her Beastman Husbands
“Su Muyao, the one I love is Liu Mengyan, not a vicious female like you!”
“Su Muyao, you have no one to blame but yourself for being exiled. That’s why I’d rather cripple half of my powers than stay bound to you.”
“Su Muyao, so what if you used your family’s influence to force us into your manor? Not a single one of us would ever want to touch you.”
…
Su Muyao was asleep, but for some reason, these voices echoed relentlessly in her mind.
She saw visions of five devastatingly handsome men standing before her, their faces etched with the utmost disgust as they spoke those words.
Right in front of her, they forcibly severed their marital contracts with her.
In their desperation to break the bond, they pushed themselves to the point of coughing up blood.
And she—she was screaming like a madwoman. “How dare you! You are my beastmen husbands! You belong to me! I forbid you from leaving! Ah, I’ll never forgive you…”
As these strange scenes flashed through her mind, a sharp pain shot through Su Muyao’s head, jolting her awake.
When Su Muyao opened her eyes, she froze, completely stunned by the unfamiliar surroundings.
Just then, the man named Xiao Jihan noticed she was awake. Fighting against the effects of the drug in his system, he quickly knelt. “Jihan is unwell and unable to serve you, Wife Master. I await my punishment.”
As Xiao Jihan lowered his head, his breathtakingly beautiful eyes drooped, hiding the icy coldness within them.
Su Muyao heard a voice as clear and pleasant as a mountain spring. She looked down and saw a man of poetic, picturesque beauty kneeling by her bed.
His features were exquisite and captivating, his posture as elegant as a jade tree, and his aura as cold as frost.
He exuded an aloofness that kept the world at arm’s length.
His long black hair was unbound, cascading down his back. The animal hide garment he wore had been torn away, revealing the purple and blue bruises that littered his skin.
They were clearly whip marks, lending him a fragile, broken appearance.
Even though he looked a bit thin, ignoring the wounds, his physique was superb.
Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a latent strength that, paradoxically, gave him a seductive allure.
“Wife Master? Punishment?”
Su Muyao frowned. Suddenly, a flood of memories rushed into her mind.
In an instant, she understood. She had transmigrated. She was now in a world of beastmen, a continent with a civilization of its own.
The original owner of this body was the heir to a noble family in the Imperial City, born into wealth and power.
But after her father’s death, someone produced evidence accusing him of colluding with demonic beasts. As a result, she was sentenced to exile.
In this world, when a Wife Master was exiled, her beastmen husbands were bound by law to be exiled alongside her.
Her predecessor originally had ten husbands. However, five of them, who had powerful backgrounds and their own agendas, forcibly dissolved their marital contracts.
The remaining five lacked the means to do the same and had no choice but to follow her into exile to the remote Bei Luo Tribe.
On the road to exile, assassins had tried to kill her, and it was these five remaining husbands who fought desperately to protect her.
It wasn’t out of any affection. The original Su Muyao had a marriage with all her husbands that was in name only; she had never been intimate with any of them.
The five men sustained grave injuries protecting her during the journey and received no medical treatment.
Upon arriving at the Bei Luo Tribe, the original Su Muyao couldn’t stand the harsh environment. Still consumed by hatred for the husbands who had abandoned her, she took out her frustrations on the remaining five, constantly whipping and abusing them.
Xiao Jihan was a wolf beastman. The original Su Muyao had been drawn to his cold and aloof nature, and had forcefully drugged him, wanting to possess him.
In the struggle that followed, Xiao Jihan had resisted and he had shoved her. The original Su Muyao had stumbled back and hit her head on the wall, breathing her last.
She could feel a change in her body. The real reason her predecessor had died wasn’t just the blow to the head, but a poison that had long been coursing through her system.
Back in the Beast Imperial City, someone had drugged her, which was the cause of her volatile temper and violent rage.
“You… you can get up first!”
Having come from the apocalypse, Su Muyao wasn’t used to people kneeling to her.
Even less did she take any pleasure in abusing others.
But as soon as she said the words, Su Muyao noticed the frosty air around Xiao Jihan grow even colder.
“It is all Jihan’s fault. I should not have pushed you, Wife Master. Please, punish me!”
It was a pattern they knew well. The nicer Su Muyao sounded, the more viciously she would torture them, sometimes even lashing out at innocents.
“If you are truly displeased with me, Wife Master, you can release me from our contract. Jihan will have no complaints.”
Before Su Muyao could speak again, the door creaked open. A man dressed in fiery red animal hides, with a seductive and bewitching face, walked in.
He was tall and slender with skin the color of cool, white jade. His eyes were the shape of a fox’s—beautiful and captivating, with an upward tilt at the corners that seemed to effortlessly steal one’s soul.
Hua Linye placed a brush and paper on the table. “Since you’re planning on issuing a release, Wife Master, why not release me as well?”
“You must be tired of hitting us lately. My heart aches for you, Wife Master, I’m sure your hands must be sore!”
“Besides,” he added, “the one you truly love is Young Master Jiang.”
His voice was ethereal and languid, laced with a natural, provocative charm.
But his eyes were piercingly cold, and beneath the surface, a trace of deep-seated disgust was suppressed.
Watching Hua Linye’s performance, Su Muyao finally snapped back to the reality of her transmigration.
She wished she could write the letters of release and sever ties with them immediately.
But when she checked her wood-elemental ability, she found it had weakened drastically, leaving only the faintest flicker of power.
This was the Bei Luo Tribe, a place with a harsh, frigid climate where danger lurked around every corner.
Moreover, she still had enemies back in the Beast Imperial City who could send assassins after her at any moment.
With her current strength, she still needed their protection.
In the world of beastmen, females were far outnumbered by males. Females were born naturally weaker and without any special abilities, so they would typically marry several beastmen husbands to protect them.
However, this world was filled with primeval forests and lush vegetation, brimming with a spiritual energy that made it a far better environment than the post-apocalyptic world she’d come from.
Cultivating and strengthening her wood-elemental ability should be quick here.
Once her power was restored, she wouldn’t need them anymore. Then, she could let them go.
“Young Master Jiang?”
The name puzzled Su Muyao.
Then it clicked—Jiang Mochuan, from the Imperial City. He was her first husband.
Her predecessor had done many crazy, obsessive things for Jiang Mochuan, but he had never once spared her a single glance.
Su Muyao wasn’t her predecessor. She couldn’t care less about some Jiang Mochuan.
Having processed all this, Su Muyao spoke calmly, “There’s no rush. If you can protect me and keep me from harm for the next three months, I will let you all leave.”
“I will give you your letters of release then.”
Hearing her words, both Hua Linye and Xiao Jihan froze.
Would she really agree to it?
No. It had to be a trick. A stalling tactic to placate them.
They simply couldn’t believe she would be so kind.
Just then, a shout came from outside.
“Oh no, Sister! Come quick! Your husband was attacked by a demonic beast! He’s badly hurt, he’s not going to make it…!”
It was the voice of the female from the neighboring home, Lin Qin.
The shout jolted Su Muyao. She remembered she had three other husbands and wondered which one had been injured.
Pushing aside the chaotic flood of information in her mind, Su Muyao leaped from the bed and rushed out of the stone house.
When she reached the courtyard, she saw several people helping to carry an enormous, unconscious snake inside.
His body was massive, over ten meters long. He was a beautiful Green Bamboo Snake, but he was covered in grievous wounds that were still bleeding profusely.
The sight was absolutely shocking.
The female, Lin Qin, sighed as she looked at the snake. “Oh, my dear sister, your husband’s injuries are so severe he can’t even maintain his human form anymore.”
She just thought it was a terrible shame for such a handsome beastman to die like this.
But here in the exiled lands, death and injury were all too common among the beastmen. It was a normal part of life.
Forgetting everything else, Xiao Jihan and Hua Linye hurried outside as well.
When they saw Wen Nanxi lying in the courtyard, a sense of helpless numbness washed over them.
A chilling thought surfaced: perhaps, one day, they too would end up like this, dying silently in this forgotten place.
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