Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

A massive shockwave of primal energy blasted outward from the center of the bed, violently rippling through the air.

’Heaven-Seducing Primordial Bloodline.’

The ancient name echoed directly within his soul like a tolling bell. An overwhelming torrent of inherited knowledge, forbidden techniques, illusions, and arts of absolute conquest—flooded his mind. But Shen Yu had no time to process the vast influx of information, because his physical vessel was already rapidly mutating to match his newly forged power.

His aura shifted instantly. The very last vestiges of mortal hue bled from his hair, purifying it into a striking, iridescent white that shimmered like liquid moonlight. His already flawless, stark white skin took on an unearthly, captivating luminescence. The weight of his presence became incredibly heavy, not with the suffocating pressure of killing intent, but with an absolute, terrifying gravity of desire that could bend the will of saints and demons alike.

But the transformation wasn’t finished.

The platinum energy shockwave didn’t just shatter the bed and windows; it traveled straight down his length and blasted directly into the depths of Lixue’s womb.

"OH!"

Lixue’s eyes went wide, her pupils dilating until they consumed her irises. Her body went completely rigid.

She had just acted as the living crucible for a god-tier fusion. The potent residue of that platinum energy flooded her system, wildly seeking a resonance point. It crashed into the fierce, unyielding sword intent she had practiced diligently since she was a child.

HUMMMMM.

A high-pitched, resonant vibration filled the room, sounding exactly like a thousand unsheathed swords ringing at once.

Lixue’s aura flared violently. Her dark hair whipped around her face as if caught in a localized hurricane. Her blue eyes lost their pupils entirely, turning into pools of glowing, razor-sharp azure light.

Deep inside her blood, a dormant, ancient lock shattered into dust.

Invisible, terrifying blades of pure Qi materialized in the air, slicing the silk curtains, the wooden bedposts, and the floorboards to ribbons. But they did not leave a single scratch on Shen Yu. The phantom blades danced around him, humming in absolute submission, acknowledging him as their master’s mate.

"Yu’er..." Lixue gasped, her voice echoing with a strange, beautiful metallic harmonic. "I feel... sharp."

Shen Yu looked down at her. He felt the terrifying, exquisite sharpness of her newly transformed inner walls, not cutting his flesh, but gripping him with the flawless, suffocating precision of a master swordsman.

He grinned, his newly awakened Heaven-Seducing charm making the wicked expression devastatingly, ruinously handsome. He didn’t yet comprehend the full depths of the terrifying power they had just unlocked, but he knew one thing with absolute certainty.

"We are monsters, Lixue," he whispered, leaning down to capture her glowing lips. "Beautiful monsters."

He thrust deeply one last time, sealing their newly awakened power with a breathless, desperate kiss. At that exact moment, the ruined, heavily slashed remnants of the solid wood bed finally gave way, collapsing beneath them and sending them crashing to the floor in a tangled heap of pale limbs and torn silk.

But as physical exhaustion finally began to claim Shen Yu’s newly forged body, a secondary, completely silent shockwave erupted deep within his Sea of Consciousness.

Unknown to the lovers, their heaven-defying awakenings had been flawlessly hidden from the outside world. The ancient artifact resting in his mind had cast an absolute, impenetrable veil over the entire room, ensuring that not a single sound, tremor, or wisp of their monstrous new auras leaked out to alert the city.

Now, with its host finally whole, the Jade Tablet containing the Primal Desire Immortal’s inheritance began to violently shudder.

Deep, jagged fractures spiderwebbed across its smooth, pristine surface. However, instead of ancient spiritual light leaking from the cracks, bizarre, unnatural visual artifacts bled through the jade—flickering, tearing, and stuttering like a corrupted video file on a dying monitor.

A string of mechanical, glowing text suddenly burned across the darkness of his mind:

[ Inheritor’s Foundation Restored. Cultivation Authorized. ]

[ Siphoning ambient Yin-Yang energy for structural metamorphosis... ]

Scanning Inheritor’s soul origin... Extracting optimal psychological interface... ]

[ Transformation Complete. ]

In an instant, the ancient stone tablet completely dissolved into a shower of digital dust. In its place, hanging silently in the void of his mind, was a sleek, abyssal-black screen bordered by a softly pulsing, neon-pink glow.

. . .

The next morning, the harsh glare of sunlight cutting through the shredded window curtains finally dragged Shen Yu from his slumber.

He groaned softly, shifting his weight on the hard floorboards. His newly reconstructed muscles hummed with a terrifying, unfamiliar vitality. As his senses returned, the first thing he registered was a heavy, wet warmth anchoring his lower half. Looking down through the mess of torn silk, he realized he was still buried deep inside Lixue.

Moving slowly, he gently withdrew his length, the movement producing a soft, slick sound in the quiet room. Lixue didn’t wake. The fearsome Sword Maiden merely let out a soft, contented murmur, burying her face into his chest, looking utterly exhausted and thoroughly conquered.

Carefully shifting her weight off him, Shen Yu sat up and leaned his back against the splintered wreckage of the bedframe. He dragged a hand through his now iridescent, silver-white hair.

The memories of the night crashed over him like a tidal wave. The desperate, violent sex. The impossibly fast repair of his shattered meridians. The brutal internal war between the Pink Dragon and the Silver Fox. Their terrifying mutation into the Heaven-Seducing Primordial Bloodline. And finally, Lixue’s resonance awakening her bloodline.

It was almost too much to process at once. Seeking clarity, Shen Yu closed his eyes and directed his consciousness inward to examine his newly formed, pristine dantian.

But the moment he looked inside, he wasn’t met with his spiritual sea.

Flicker.

A translucent, black holographic screen materialized directly in his field of vision.

Shen Yu’s golden eyes snapped open, widening in genuine shock. For a ruthless, four-hundred-year-old demonic grandmaster, very little in the world could surprise him. But this?

"What the hell?" Shen Yu whispered into the quiet room, staring at the glowing pink edges hovering in the air. "Where the fuck did a screen come from? Did I... did I actually get a ’Golden Finger’ system after waiting for two lifetimes?"

He had read enough webnovels in his first life as an Earth NEET to recognize the trope instantly.

But the answer wasn’t what he expected.

A cold, neutral, yet undeniably ancient voice echoed directly within his mind, lacking the robotic chime of a true system.

"Negative, Inheritor. This is not a ’System’ bestowed by the heavens. I am the core spirit of the Jade Tablet. Upon the complete healing of your vessel, I extracted the conceptual framework from the deepest, oldest layers of your soul, your first life. I have merely transformed my interface into the visual representation you are most intimately familiar with, to best facilitate your cultivation."

The pink-edged screen flickered, and a stream of data began to flow downward like a waterfall.