Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

The grandest pavilion within the Jin Estate was a sprawling, opulent fortress of dark spirit-wood and crimson silk, completely isolated from the rest of the compound by a profound array of silencing and defensive wards.

Inside the lavish master bedroom, the air was thick with the lingering, intoxicating scent of sandalwood and the heavy, humid aftermath of an intense dual cultivation session.

Shen Yu sat up in the massive, silk-draped bed, his bare back resting comfortably against the intricately carved headboard. His pure Yang aura radiated a faint, comforting warmth into the dim room. Beside him, Meng Yan lay perfectly, completely relaxed, her smooth, bare back pressed flush against his chest. She rested her head in the crook of his shoulder, her hazel eyes quietly tracking the sharp, calculating contours of his face in the moonlight.

Shen Yu’s hand rested on her chest, his long fingers casually kneading her soft, pale breasts. It wasn’t a fiercely intimate or demanding touch; he was simply absentmindedly enjoying the pliant warmth of her flesh as his mind churned with strategy.

Sensing the cold, calculating shift in his aura, Meng Yan reached up and gently traced his jawline. "What are you thinking about, Honey?"

Shen Yu’s golden eyes narrowed slightly in the dark. "Nothing. Just thinking about those Peng Clan bastards."

Meng Yan’s expression darkened, her Phoenix bloodline bristling at the mention of his enemies. She sighed with heavy, bitter frustration, leaning her head deeper into his shoulder. "I am sorry, Honey. I feel as though I am failing you by not being able to help with this."

Four days ago, when the Peng Clan’s new pills suddenly flooded the market and began draining the Tang Clan’s newly acquired momentum, Meng Yan had been absolutely furious. She had immediately offered to gather her elite guards and personally burn the Peng Clan’s supply routes to ash.

But Shen Yu had stopped her. He had calmly reminded his fiercely loyal Matriarch that violence was not the answer to every problem, especially not when the two clans were still of roughly equal military strength. An open, bloody war in the streets would only draw the absolute wrath of the City Lord and ruin the medicinal market entirely.

Shen Yu had chosen a different battlefield.

In his previous lives as a demonic grandmaster, he hadn’t just mastered the Blood Path and lethal hand-to-hand combat; he had also been a terrifying Tier-4 Alchemist. His knowledge of spiritual herbs and their hidden properties vastly eclipsed anyone in Thousand Waves City.

Over the last four days, Shen Yu had purchased several bottles of the Peng Clan’s heavily guarded products. Breaking down these low-grade Tier-0 (Body Tempering) and Tier-1 (Qi Condensation) pills had been laughably easy for a soul with his experience. By simply crushing them between his fingers and analyzing the scent and Qi residue, he had flawlessly reverse-engineered their exact materials and measurements.

It had taken him a little trial and error to figure out the exact, flawed order in which the Golden Cauldron Merchant Union refined the herbs, but he had ultimately succeeded.

However, perfectly replicating their pill wasn’t his goal. He had found a fatal flaw.

The Peng Clan’s pills were indeed 10% more effective than the standard Qi-gathering pills on the market. But the violent, forceful way the herbs were merged left behind a microscopic trace of medicinal toxicity. It caused mild, almost imperceptible headaches in the consumer. Most cultivators would dismiss it as simple fatigue from training. But over weeks of continuous consumption, that toxicity would accumulate in the spiritual sea, eventually resulting in crippling, agonizing migraines that could actively derail a cultivator’s foundation.

The ignorant masses of the city, and even the Peng Clan themselves, were completely oblivious to the fact that they were slowly rotting their own martial foundations from the inside out. The alchemists employed by the Peng Clan, along with every other so-called master in Thousand Waves City, simply lacked the profound knowledge required to detect such a deeply buried, insidious flaw.

Drawing upon the supreme alchemical mastery of his past life, Shen Yu had ruthlessly deconstructed and rebuilt the recipe. By merely swapping out two minor stabilizing herbs and precisely manipulating the cauldron’s refining temperature, he forged an absolutely flawless iteration.

His newly birthed pill didn’t just completely eradicate the toxic residue, it pushed the pure cultivation effectiveness to a staggering twenty percent.

Shen Yu looked down at the beautiful, frustrated woman resting against his chest. A wide, deeply predatory smile spread across his face.

His fingers suddenly tightened, pinching the sensitive peak of her breast with a deliberate, claiming force.

"Ahhhh—" Meng Yan let out a sudden, helpless gasp, her spine arching instinctively against him as a shiver of pleasure ran through her.

"Do not apologize," Shen Yu murmured, his voice a dark, melodic rumble that vibrated against her skin. He brushed his lips against the crown of her emerald hair. "You play your role perfectly, my Matriarch. You hold the shield. Now... I draw the sword."

With fluid, predatory grace, he rose from the tangled silk sheets, his imposing figure bathed in the dim light of the chamber. "I must go. It is time to make the first move."

Meng Yan looked up at his sculpted, flawlessly tempered physique and the sharp, handsome contours of his face. The memory of his overwhelming, primordial Yang energy, which had utterly conquered and ravaged her just half an hour prior, still thrummed heavily in her veins. Unable to resist the intoxicating pull of his absolute authority, she slipped off the edge of the massive bed and knelt gracefully at his feet.

"Let me offer a proper blessing for your endeavor, honey," she whispered reverently.

Her soft hands reached out, her touch filled with a desperate, sheer devotion. Looking up into his cold, golden eyes, she leaned forward to worship him, taking him in with an all-consuming eagerness until her breath hitched, tears of overwhelming submission prickling the corners of her eyes.

Shen Yu’s lips curled into a wild, deeply arrogant smile. His hand drifted down to weave into the thick strands of her emerald hair, his grip tightening into a firm fist as he guided her closer, thoroughly enjoying the absolute surrender of the city’s most terrifying Matriarch.