Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

The air in the grand hall was thick with the copper stench of slaughter and the primal, jagged screams of the dying. A blacksmith, his arms splattered with the blood of elders, raised a heavy iron cleaver over a sobbing Peng woman, his face a mask of blind, righteous hate.

"Stop."

The word wasn’t a shout, but it cut through the cacophony like a silver needle through silk. It was a voice drenched in such profound, weary sorrow that the very air seemed to grow cold and still.

The mob froze. Blades held mid-air, they turned toward the arched entrance. There, framed by the flickering orange glow of the burning estate, stood Shen Yu.

He was a vision of agonizing martyrdom. His pristine white robes were shredded, clinging to his body in heavy, crimson patches where blood, blood he had drawn from his own skin with surgical, chilling precision, soaked the silk. He leaned heavily on Xu Yi, his breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches that made his chest heave with visible effort.

"Lord Tang Wei!" a woman shrieked, her voice breaking into a sob as she dropped her bloodied club. "Oh gods, look at him... our Savior is broken!"

"How could they do this?" an old man wailed, falling to his knees and beating his chest. "You gave us life, you gave us hope, and they rewarded you with daggers! Why must the heavens allow the righteous to suffer while the wicked hide?"

"It should have been me!" a young rogue cultivator roared, his eyes streaming with tears.

"I would have taken a thousand blades for you, Lord! Why did you have to bleed for us?"

Shen Yu looked at the sea of weeping faces, his expression a masterpiece of tragic grace. He forced a faint, trembling smile to his lips, a smile that looked as if it were costing him his very soul to maintain.

’This is exhilarating,’ he thought, the demonic core of his spirit purring as it drank in the intoxicating nectar of their collective grief.

The mob parted like the Red Sea, a path of reverent silence opening as he stumbled forward. Men and women reached out to touch the hem of his bloodied robes, weeping as they saw him struggle. They marveled at how he could still look at them with such warmth, even as the "pain" etched deep lines into his pale face.

He reached the blacksmith, whose cleaver was still inches from the cowering woman’s neck. Shen Yu’s hand, shaking with a calculated tremor, reached out and gently gripped the cold iron. He didn’t pull; he simply guided it down until the blacksmith let go in a daze of shame.

"S-stop this... please," Shen Yu whispered, his voice cracking with a perfectly timed frailty.

The woman, realizing she had been snatched from the jaws of death, collapsed at his feet, clutching his knees and wailing in a mixture of terror and gratitude. Shen Yu reached down, his touch light and saint-like, and pulled her up. With a cry of relief, she threw herself into his arms, sobbing into his chest.

’I don’t even know who you are,’ he mused inwardly, his eyes remaining as cold as a frozen lake even as he stroked her hair with paternal tenderness. ’But you play your part so well.’

He looked over her shoulder at the silent, expectant crowd, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "It is enough," he said, his voice gaining a soft, echoing strength. "It is okay now. You... all of you... you are not the monsters they made you believe you were."

"It is not your fault. You were but a pawn in a madman’s game. The sins of your leader do not belong to you, nor do they belong to the others hiding in the shadows."

He pulled back slightly to look the sobbing woman in the eyes, ensuring the crowd saw the "pity" in his gaze.

A single tear tracked through the grime on his cheek. "I know the Pengs were vicious to you. I know the revenge you seek is justified. I, too, feel a rage so vast it threatens to swallow the sun. They attacked me... they attacked Lixue... and they attacked Aunt Yilan." His voice broke on the name, a masterful display of agony. "She is like a mother to me, and now she lies cold, her life fading because she used a forbidden technique to save us."

He looked at his own bloodied hands, his expression turning to one of profound shame. "I wanted to bury this entire clan. I wanted to see them ash. But... what makes us better than them if we slaughter the innocent?"

"I will kill the Clan Leader."

"I will execute the elders who signed the contract."

"But I will not let you stain your souls with the blood of children and wives."

Then, Shen Yu did something that shattered the last of their resolve. He bowed. He bowed so deeply his forehead nearly touched the blood-slicked floor, his body shaking as if the effort might kill him. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Lord! No! Please, stand up!" the crowd shrieked in horror.

"We are worthless beings, Lord Tang Wei! You must not bow to us!"

"Please, protect your wounds! Don’t do this to yourself!"

"P-please," Shen Yu’s voice came out in a choked sob from the floor. "Don’t kill the innocent. Spare them... for me."

The people were stunned. This man had just survived an assassination, his family was injured, and yet his primary concern was the morality of the very people who had tried to kill him.

A heavy, stunned silence descended upon the blood-stained courtyard, broken only by the crackle of burning timber. The people stood paralyzed, their minds struggled to reconcile the image of the man before them, a man who had survived a slaughter, whose family lay broken and bleeding, yet whose first instinct was to shield the innocent from the very blades raised in his honor.

One by one, the weapons fell. A blacksmith’s cleaver, a farmer’s rusted scythe, a rogue’s jagged dagger, they clattered against the marble in a rhythmic chorus of submission.

"Forgive us, Lord!" a man cried out, his forehead hitting the stone as he collapsed into a deep kowtow. "We are beasts! We sought to honor your name with the very cruelty you despise!"

"He is a saint..." a woman whispered, her voice trembling with religious fervor as she knelt in the crimson mire. "Even in his agony, he thinks of mercy. Truly, the heavens have walked among us tonight."

"A god," another gasped, reaching out a trembling hand toward him. "You are more than a man, Lord Tang Wei. You are the light this city never deserved!"

The mob, once a faceless beast driven by rage, was now a congregation of the devoted, weeping openly at the feet of their martyr. They didn’t just admire him; they worshipped the impossible weight of his righteousness.

Deep within his bow, hidden by the shadow of his blood-matted hair, Shen Yu’s lips curled into a silent, demonic sneer.

’Kneel,’ he thought, his heart cold as a crypt. ’Kneel and weep. Your guilt is the strongest chain I’ll ever forge for you.’

He straightened slowly, acting as if he were on the verge of fainting. "Thank you," he breathed. "And because it was my name that brought you here... because your love for me led to this riot... I cannot leave these survivors to the streets."

He looked at the trembling Peng survivors with a "holy" light in his eyes. "The Tang Clan will take them in. We will support them. We will show the world that while the Pengs chose death, the Tangs choose mercy."

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A/N: Triple digits at last! We’ve officially hit Chapter 100. A massive thank you to everyone who has stuck with me from the first Chapter to this very moment. Your support makes every late-night writing session worth it. We’re just getting started, stay tuned for what’s coming next!