Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

The kiss deepened into something primal, Yilan becoming lost in the surge of newfound energy and the overwhelming presence of the man above her. She began to kiss him back, her tongue dancing with his in a way that was far from innocent. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Realizing she was drifting too far into the haze, Shen Yu decided to snap her back to reality before the others noticed the shift. He bit her tongue, just hard enough to sting.

Yilan’s eyes snapped wide, the sharp pain breaking the spell. She saw the jagged mirth in his golden eyes, a look that told her he knew exactly how much she had enjoyed it. Gasping, she broke the seal of their lips, her chest heaving as she slumped back against the pillows.

"I... I am sorry, Aunt," Shen Yu said, his voice a masterpiece of breathless, weary regret. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking downcast. "I couldn’t bear to see you slipping away. It was the only way to save your foundations."

Yilan’s face was a mask of burning crimson. "I... I should be the one to apologize, Yu’er," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I didn’t understand. I was confused. Thank you... for saving my life."

She immediately turned her internal focus inward, using her spirit sense to check the damage. Her heart nearly stopped. Her Golden Core, the very source of her power, was covered in spiderweb cracks. It was a death sentence for her cultivation.

She looked up at Shen Yu, her eyes wide with terror, ready to cry out. But he met her gaze with a sharp, silent intensity, his eyes screaming a single command: ’Not now.’

Yilan swallowed her panic, forcing her expression to remain neutral. She understood the stakes. If word got out that the Tang Clan’s only Golden Core expert was effectively crippled, the vultures would descend before the sun rose, even if they had the backing of the Jin clan.

She looked at the young man who had just saved her, realizing that he was now the only thing standing between her family and total ruin.

The silence in the room was suffocating, heavy with the lingering scent of the sky-blue pill and the unspoken tension of the kiss.

Lixue rushed to the bedside, throwing her arms around her mother’s shoulders, weeping with a mixture of relief and exhaustion.

"Mother! I thought... I thought we had lost you," Lixue sobbed, her forehead resting against Yilan’s collarbone.

Yilan mechanically stroked her daughter’s hair, but her eyes never left Shen Yu. She felt the phantom heat of his lips still burning against hers, a physical reminder of the secret now shared between them. The cracked Golden Core inside her felt like a ticking time bomb, yet the man who had just "defiled" her was the only one who looked like he had the blueprint to defuse it.

Shen Yu stood up slowly, swaying slightly to sell the image of his own exhaustion. He leaned heavily against the bedpost, his face pale under the spirit-lamps.

"Lixue, Meng Yan," he said, his voice regaining its smooth, commanding resonance. "Aunt Yilan needs absolute stillness for the next few hours. The pill is working to knit her body, but the process is delicate. Go out and ensure the outer courtyard is silent. I will stay for a moment to stabilize her Qi flow one last time."

Lixue looked up, her eyes red-rimmed. "But Yu’er, you’ve worked yourself to the bone. You’re injured too—"

"Go," Shen Yu interrupted, his voice soft yet brook no argument. "I am fine. Her recovery is the clan’s priority."

Reluctantly, Lixue nodded. She gave her mother one last squeeze before following Meng Yan and Xu Yi out of the chamber. Meng Yan was the last to leave; as she passed Shen Yu, she cast a sidelong glance at the bed and then at him, a knowing, wicked smirk dancing on her lips.

The heavy sandalwood doors clicked shut.

Yilan’s breath hitched. Without the audience of her daughter, the shame she had suppressed came roaring back, turning her face a deeper shade of scarlet. "Yu’er... what you did... the kiss... and my core... it’s shattered, isn’t it?"

Shen Yu reached out, his hand not moving to her pulse this time, but firmly gripping her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"The kiss was a necessity to save your life," he murmured, his voice warm.

"As for your core... yes. It is a wreck. In three days, the cracks will widen until you are reduced to a mortal. In four, your body will reject its own power, and the backlash will kill you."

Yilan’s eyes filled with tears of terror, her regal composure shattering. "Then why... why did you tell them I was safe? Why lie to my daughter?"

Shen Yu’s gaze softened, a flash of pained vulnerability crossing his features. "How could I tell them you are fading? How could I look Lixue in the eye and tell her she is about to become an orphan?"

He looked away, his voice thick with emotion. "You know how much I love her, Aunt. I would tear the heavens down before I let her feel that kind of despair."

Mei Yilan searched his face, moved by the sheer depth of the sadness she saw reflected there. The resentment she felt for the kiss began to dissolve, replaced by a heavy, desperate gratitude.

She let out a shaky sigh, her hand clutching the silk sheets. "Is there truly no way to mend it? Am I truly a ghost among the living?"

Shen Yu looked at her, suddenly appearing embarrassed, his eyes flickering away from hers. "There... there is a way. But it is a difficult, unorthodox method. I....I will tell you about it tomorrow."

He held up a hand as she started to speak. "Please, stabilize your spirit first. Your mind must be clear before we discuss the price of the cure."

Yilan looked at the young man, her heart heavy with an unknown dread, but she eventually nodded. "Very well, Yu’er. I will trust you. I will rest."

Shen Yu moved toward her to help her lie back. His touch was incredibly tender as he supported her shoulders, lowering her onto the plush pillows with the care one would show a piece of priceless porcelain.

Before pulling away, he leaned in closer. He didn’t stop until their foreheads were touching, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. His face was flushed, his golden eyes burning with a desperate, feverish intensity.

"I will do anything to save you, Aunt," he whispered, his voice cracking with a hidden meaning that made her heart skip a beat. "No matter what the world thinks of me... no matter the cost to my own soul..."

He didn’t finish the sentence. He simply squeezed her hand one last time and vanished from the room, leaving Yilan trembling in the silence, her mind haunted by his words and the lingering heat of his presence.