Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

The overwhelming torrent of Mei Lixue’s Pure Yin Qi hit Shen Yu like a tidal wave of freezing, refreshing water, instantly colliding with the roaring Yang energy inside him. It was a deluge of absolute devotion and blinding jealousy, purified by her pristine cultivation base.

Shen Yu’s golden eyes flared in the darkness. He grabbed her slender, sweaty hips, his fingers digging into her flawless white skin, and began to thrust with a frantic, animalistic speed.

"Yes! Harder!" Lixue sobbed, her fingernails biting into his back as she arched up to meet every brutal stroke. "Take it all! Harder, Yu’er!"

Shen Yu complied, driving himself into her depths ruthlessly. With every powerful thrust, he aggressively absorbed the rushing Yin Qi, funneling it directly into his fractured foundation.

Inside his body, the Primordial Yin-Yang Scripture spun like a ravenous, inescapable vortex.

The progress was terrifyingly fast. Lixue’s pure, icy energy washed over his shattered pathways, fusing the broken fragments of his meridians together with blinding flashes of internal spiritual light.

Meridians Healed: 51%... 55%...

Shen Yu’s golden eyes narrowed in the dark, his mind racing.

’Such terrifying speed... How is her Qi suddenly this potent?’

He had already been dual cultivating with Lixue for three days. After the initial, massive gains of their first few sessions, the healing had severely plateaued. Her baseline Yin Qi had only been yielding a meager one or two percent increase per night as his damaged foundation demanded denser energy.

His four-hundred-year-old demonic mind quickly deduced the catalyst. It wasn’t just the physical stimulation or the Crimson Nectar oil. It was her emotions.

The blinding jealousy he had meticulously stoked, her desperate possessiveness, and her absolute, obsessive need to erase the Matriarch’s scent from his skin, these overwhelming emotions had essentially supercharged her core. The extreme psychological volatility was acting like an internal alchemical furnace, refining her Primal Yin into something vastly more concentrated, volatile, and explosive.

A wicked, greedy thrill shot through his soul. Recognizing the absolute goldmine he had cracked open, he decided to ruthlessly exploit her emotional state for every drop of power it held.

Gripping her pale hips tight enough to leave bruises, he drove himself deeper. The frantic, wet slapping of their bodies echoed sharply in the quiet room, serving as a crude, rhythmic drumbeat to Lixue’s breathless, pleading screams. He greedily devoured her jealousy-fueled essence, his internal foundation rapidly forging itself anew with every brutal thrust.

63%... 78%... 89%...

An overwhelming, suffocating heat began to build up within Shen Yu’s core. It wasn’t the chaotic fire of the Golden Core he had absorbed earlier; this was his own life force, his latent potential boiling over as the limits of his crippled vessel were finally erased. The heat was blinding, turning his vision white.

Click.

A crisp, profound sound echoed not in the room, but deep within his very soul. It was the sound of a lock shattering.

100%

Overwhelmed by the sudden, boundless rush of perfect, unhindered power flowing through his entirely whole body, Shen Yu’s control snapped. With a primal growl, he drove himself into Lixue with one final, devastating surge of force.

He climaxed powerfully, his Yang essence flooding her womb with explosive pressure. Lixue took every drop of it, her body clamping down on him as she let out a piercing, mind-breaking moan that completely eclipsed his own, shattering her icy facade forever.

He was whole. The crippled waste of the Shen Clan was no more. The energy flowed through him like a roaring river, unimpeded, powerful, and majestic.

But just as he prepared to collapse into the breathless afterglow, a new, terrifying sensation erupted in his chest.

It wasn’t a pleasure. It was war.

"Guh!" Shen Yu grunted, his eyes snapping open. His body seized, every muscle locking up tight.

Two ancient, dormant forces, awakened by the massive influx of energy and the total restoration of his physical vessel, suddenly roared to life within his blood.

From the Inheritance, a pink-gold aura flared up, the Primordial Yin-Yang Physique. It was domineering, lustful, a force of absolute conquest that sought to turn the world into a furnace of desire.

From his own lineage, a silver-white aura erupted, the Ancient Celestial Fox Bloodline. This was the forgotten legacy of his ancestors, a bloodline of illusion, charm, and cunning that had been suppressed for generations.

ROAR! SCREECH!

The two bloodlines clashed violently in his newly expanded dantian. Neither was willing to submit. The Yin-Yang dragon wanted to violently devour; the Celestial Fox wanted to beguile and control. They were equal in supreme power, and their brutal battlefield was Shen Yu’s flesh.

"Yu’er?" Lixue gasped, feeling his entire body turn rigid as stone over her. "What... what is happening? You’re burning up!"

"Bloodlines..." Shen Yu hissed through gritted teeth, heavy sweat pouring down his face. "My body... two forces... fighting for control. They are tearing me apart!"

He felt like his soul was being ripped in two. If he didn’t stabilize this internal war immediately, his newly healed body would detonate.

Lixue looked up at him in terror, but her panic was brief. She saw the blinding pink and silver lights flashing under his stark white skin. She felt the chaotic, terrifying energy vibrating through his length, which was still buried deep inside her.

She was the Ice Fairy. She was a warrior.

"Use me!" she cried out, her hands flying up to grab his face, forcing him to look at her. "Yu’er, don’t stop! Use me as the medium!"

"What?"

"Circulate the energy through me!" she urged, wrapping her toned legs desperately tighter around his waist, locking him flush against her. "If you hold it in, you’ll explode! Cycle it! Take me so you can generate enough friction to fuse them! I can take it!"

Shen Yu stared down at her. Her blue eyes were fierce, burning with absolute, sacrificial determination.

She was right. He needed to generate intense, overwhelming pressure, the pure, dual-cultivation pressure, to force the two warring beasts to merge.

"Hold on," Shen Yu growled, his golden eyes igniting with a terrifying, demonic light. "This is going to be rough."

He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh until he drew tiny beads of blood.

He began to move.

It wasn’t lovemaking anymore. It was forging.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

He pounded into her with savage, unrelenting force. Every thrust was a hammer blow upon an anvil, designed to crush and mix the energies roiling violently inside him.

"Yes! Harder!" Lixue screamed, her voice turning raw, her nails biting into his shoulders. "Do it!"

Shen Yu ruthlessly churned the energy. He grabbed the Pink Dragon and the Silver Fox by their metaphysical throats, dragging them out of his dantian and forcing them into the dual-cultivation cycle flowing between him and Lixue.

Slap! Smack! Squelch!

The room filled with the heavy scent of sex and crackling ozone. The solid wood bed frame groaned and splintered under the immense, superhuman strain of their movements.

Inside Shen Yu, the two beasts roared in defiance. They refused to merge.

’Submit!’ Shen Yu commanded mentally, his four-hundred-year-old willpower crushing down on them as he drove his hips forward with piston-like speed. ’I am the Blood-Hand Grandmaster! You are MY bloodlines! You do not fight; you serve!’

He channeled the immense, overwhelming pleasure of the intercourse, the incredibly tight, wet grip of Lixue’s walls, the scalding heat of her core, the slick friction of their sweat-drenched bodies, and weaponized it as a binding agent.

Crush. Fuse. Meld.

He forced the Pink and the Silver violently together.

"AAAAHHH!" Shen Yu threw his head back and roared at the ceiling.

Inside his soul, a blinding, platinum light exploded like a dying star.

The Dragon and the Fox stopped fighting. They dissolved, swirling together into a magnificent, terrifying vortex of pure beauty. They mutated into something entirely new. Something ancient, heretical, and forbidden.