Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

The heavy, rhythmic clatter of iron-shod hooves against the estate’s cobblestones announced the Matriarch’s arrival. The Jin Clan carriage was an opulent statement of sovereign wealth, crafted from dark mahogany reinforced with spirit-iron and draped in banners of deep violet and silver that shimmered under the estate’s lanterns.

As the door swung open, Meng Yan stepped into the night air, the temperature around the carriage instantly plunging. She was a vision of lethal elegance, her midnight-silk robes clinging to a mature, statuesque frame that commanded respect. Her dark emerald hair glowed with a faint luster in the moonlight, and her hazel eyes swept over the Tang Estate with a mixture of curiosity and nostalgia.

The last time she had stood at these gates, she had merely been dropping Shen Yu off, her mind a whirlwind of desperation and budding hope. That was the day after which her life had reset; the day after which the agonizing, incurable disease that had crippled her cultivation was purged by Shen Yu’s touch. He had not only cured her, but he had also claimed her, body and soul.

On that previous visit, she hadn’t ventured inside, her thoughts preoccupied by his bold proposal and the sudden, primal stirrings of a hunger she hadn’t felt in years. She had offered a hurried greeting to Mei Yilan and Lixue before retreating to the safety of her own manor to process the miracle.

Now, looking around, she saw an estate reborn. The Tang ancestral home pulsed with a new, vibrant life; new buildings had been raised, and the very air felt saturated with a thriving spiritual energy. It was no longer a clan on the decline, it was an empire in the making.

Meng Yan’s gaze finally settled on her lover. For a fleeting second, the mask of the cold, composed Matriarch shattered. Her eyes clouded with a volatile mix of love and raw lust as they locked onto Shen Yu’s golden orbs. She could feel his gaze roaming over her, checking her out in her new robes, which hugged every curve of her voluptuous body like a second skin.

Beside him stood Lixue, staring at the newcomer with a sharp, piercing intensity. Meng Yan met those ice-blue eyes head-on. For a moment, it felt as if thousands of invisible swords were leveled at her throat. Though Meng Yan was a full major realm higher in cultivation, the sheer weight of Lixue’s presence was undeniable, the unmistakable pressure of a woman who held the position of the First Wife.

Lixue, in turn, felt the overwhelming heat of Meng Yan’s counter-gaze. It was like standing in the heart of a primordial forest fire, a stifling pressure that threatened to incinerate her composure. But just as the tension reached a breaking point, the weight vanished.

Meng Yan softened, a genuine, joyful smile gracing her lips. It was the look of a woman eager to embrace a new sister, a partner in the eternal family they were building around one man. There was no room for petty jealousy here. Lixue had long ago given Shen Yu her blessing to conquer whomever he desired, provided her status remained unchallenged. For Meng Yan, Shen Yu was her savior; his will was her law.

And beneath the surface, both women shared a silent, practical understanding: Shen Yu was a beast in the bedroom. While they craved his touch, the sheer, relentless power of his stamina meant that having another "sister" to share the burden, to help take the monumental load he offered, was less of a threat and more of a tactical necessity. It allowed them to savor the ecstasy rather than collapsing from pure physical exhaustion.

Lixue returned the smile with an innocent, welcoming tilt of her head. Witnessing the silent pact forming between them, Shen Yu felt a surge of satisfaction.

With the initial greeting concluded, Meng Yan turned her attention toward the true head of the household: Mei Yilan.

The air in the courtyard remained taut, a delicate balance of high-society protocol and the hidden, carnal subtext known only to the three at the center of the storm.

Meng Yan glided forward, her violet silks whispering against the stone. She came to a halt before Mei Yilan, the Matriarch of the Tang Clan. Despite her own terrifying cultivation and the massive wealth of the Jin Clan, Meng Yan offered a respectful, shallow bow, not out of weakness, but as an acknowledgment of the woman who had raised the man she now worshipped.

"Matriarch Tang," Meng Yan said, her voice smooth and polished like a river stone. "It has been too long since we spoke. I must thank you for your hospitality; the energy of this estate has become truly... remarkable under your guidance."

Mei Yilan returned the gesture with the practiced grace of a woman who had spent a decade navigating the cutthroat politics of Thousand Waves City. "The Tang Clan is honored by the presence of the Matriarch Meng. Your arrival is well-timed; the city has been buzzing with the news of our recent collaborations."

Beside her mother, Lixue stood with perfect posture, her hands folded neatly in her sleeves. She didn’t offer the casual, playful banter she had shared with Shen Yu moments before. In the eyes of the servants and the public, Meng Yan was a peer to her mother, a formidable power player who demanded a specific level of decorum.

"Matriarch Meng," Lixue said, her voice clear and formal, though a trace of that secret, shared smile lingered in the corners of her eyes. "It is a pleasure to welcome you officially. The preparations for the expansion into Crimson Iron City have been our primary focus; we hope the arrangements meet the Jin Clan’s standards."

Meng Yan’s gaze flickered to Lixue, a flash of warmth passing between them that Mei Yilan likely mistook for professional respect. "The Tang Clan’s standards have proven to be... exceptional, Young Miss Lixue. I have no doubt our union will be incredibly fruitful."

Shen Yu stepped into the circle, the bridge between these three powerful women. He felt the weight of Meng Yan’s gaze, a gaze that desperately wanted to call him Honey and drop to her knees, but was forced to remain dignified.

"The business potential is indeed vast," Shen Yu added, his voice a low, authoritative rumble that drew all eyes to him. "But even the most ambitious plans require a clear head and a full stomach."

Mei Yilan nodded, her eyes sweeping over the group with maternal pride. She gestured toward the main hall, where the scent of rare spiritual herbs and braised phoenix-wing poultry drifted through the open doors.

"Indeed," Yilan said, her tone softening. "The banquet is served. Let us set aside the ledgers and the market reports for now. The night is young, and we shall enjoy the meal first. We can discuss the finer details of the Crimson Iron City contracts over tea once the dinner is concluded."

"A wise suggestion," Meng Yan replied, her hazel eyes stealing a final, lingering glance at Shen Yu’s chiseled features before she began to walk.

As the group moved toward the banquet hall, the servants scrambled to attend them, oblivious to the fact that the ’real business’ to be discussed after dinner would likely take place on a bed of black silk, rather than across a boardroom table.