Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

The obsidian table felt cool beneath the flickering candlelight, a stark contrast to the simmering tension radiating between the four cultivators. As the heavy, iron-reinforced doors of the study clicked shut, sealing them within the Qi-warded silence, the atmosphere shifted instantly. The veneer of polite society vanished, replaced by the cold, sharp edge of calculated expansion.

Meng Yan leaned forward, her violet silk rustling. "Let’s look at the hard truth of the board," she began, her voice losing its warmth and becoming the steel-edged tone of the Jin Matriarch. "Crimson Iron City is an old beast with established territories. Currently, the Golden Cauldron Merchant Union holds a forty percent stranglehold on the alchemy and herb trade. They aren’t just merchants; they’re the gatekeepers."

She unfurled a map, her slender finger tracing a jagged path through the northern trade quadrant. "Then you have the Cao and Fan clans. They are the only ones with enough weight to spit in the Union’s eye. The Cao control thirty percent, while the Fan hold twenty. The remaining ten percent is just scrap for the small-time players to fight over." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Mei Yilan traced the lines of the northern quadrant, her expression tightening. "If we enter the markets of Crimson Iron City, the Union won’t just ignore us. They’ve been backing the Peng Clan against us for months. They’ll see our pills as a plague. Local pressure, blocked trade routes, or ’accidental’ caravan raids, they’ll use every dirty trick in the scroll to keep us out of Crimson Iron."

"Exactly," Meng Yan agreed, her hazel eyes flicking to Shen Yu. "The Jin Clan has the storefronts and the muscle, and the Tang Clan has the product. But storefronts are useless if the people are too afraid to walk through the doors, and the product is worthless if it never reaches the shelves."

Shen Yu, who had been leaning back in the shadows, let out a soft, cold chuckle. The candlelight caught the predatory glint in his golden eyes. "In a market this crowded, you don’t ask for a seat at the table. You wait for someone to start choking, and then you offer them a glass of water, at a price."

Lixue smiled, a sharp, dangerous expression that looked far too old for her petite face. "Tang Wei is right. Everyone has a price, especially when they’re desperate. Who among them wouldn’t sell their soul for a pill that actually guarantees a breakthrough?"

"Then the question is," Shen Yu said, his gaze settling on Meng Yan, "who is the hungriest?"

Meng Yan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she slid two dossiers across the obsidian surface. Lixue and Yilan took the papers, the sound of parchment snapping the only noise in the room.

"The Cao Clan," Meng Yan stated. "On the surface, they look like the perfect rivals to the Union. But look at the internal ledgers my shadows recovered. For a decade, they’ve poured every jade stone and spirit herb they own into perfecting a Tier-3 recipe. They gambled their entire fortune on a single breakthrough."

She paused, a smirk touching her lips. "And they failed. The research was a black hole. Now, the Cao are drowning in debt. They have treasures to sell, certainly, but a Clan that starts selling its heirlooms is a Clan that is announcing its death. They’re proud. They’re desperate. And they’re exactly what we need."

"You want to offer them the Tang Clan’s pills to save their reputation," Yilan mused, her eyes scanning the debt figures. "We provide the product, they provide the established name and the shield against the Golden Cauldron Union."

"Not just that," Shen Yu interrupted, his voice a low vibration that commanded the room. "We aren’t just giving them a product. We’re giving them a lifeline that tethers them to us. By the time they realize they’re no longer the ones in control, the Jin and Tang clans will have already swallowed the market."

Mei Yilan tapped her finger rhythmically against the obsidian surface, her eyes narrowed as she stared at the map of the trade routes snaking between the two cities.

"The internal alliance with the Cao is a brilliant stroke," Yilan conceded, her voice dropping into a more serious, tactical register. "But that settles the politics. What about the logistics? Even with the Jin Clan’s muscle, the physical supply line is our greatest vulnerability. If the Golden Cauldron Union realizes they can’t stop us in the city or the storefront, they will stop us on the road. A few ’bandit’ raids on our caravans, a few burned shipments of high-grade herbs, and our profit margins, and our reputation, will bleed out in the dirt."

Lixue leaned forward, her blue eyes sharp. "Mother is right. Crimson Iron City is a long journey through the Mist Forest. The Union has deeper pockets and more mercenaries than the Peng Clan ever did. They won’t just block us; they’ll try to make an example of us."

Shen Yu shifted in his seat, his golden eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight. "Then we stop giving them a target," he said, his voice cold and decisive.

Meng Yan arched an elegant eyebrow. "You mean to stop the shipments entirely? Without the pills, we have no leverage."

"We don’t stop the pills," Shen Yu clarified, a thin smirk playing on his lips. "We stop the transport. Instead of sending finished products across hundreds of miles of dangerous roads, we relocate the production. We send a handpicked team of our most talented Tang Clan alchemists directly into Crimson Iron City."

Yilan blinked, her mind quickly calculating the risks. "Establish a local production hub? It’s bold, but it solves the caravan issue. If the pills are birthed within the city walls, the Union has no supply line to choke."

"Exactly," Shen Yu continued. "But we will not send them alone. We pair each alchemist with a squad of the Tang Clan’s elite shadow guards. They won’t just be guarding a shop; they will be guarding our intellectual property. No harm can befall the alchemists, and no spy will get close enough to sniff the cauldrons."

Meng Yan nodded slowly, her hazel eyes gleaming with approval. "The Jin Clan already has the ’hidden’ properties in the northern quadrant, heavily fortified warehouses with underground chambers. We can turn them into localized alchemy laboratories. The Union will be looking for wagons on the road while the Pills will be concocted right under their noses."

"It’s a complete shift in strategy," Lixue added, her excitement growing. "We ship raw, low-value herbs, which the Union won’t waste their best squads on, and turn them into high-grade gold inside the city. By the time they realize the market is flooded, it’ll be too late to stop the source."

Shen Yu stood up, the movement slow and predatory. "The Union is prepared for a trade war. They aren’t prepared for an occupation. We aren’t just entering Crimson Iron City, Aunt; we are rooting ourselves into its very bedrock."

Yilan looked at her son, then at the two women who were now inextricably tied to his fate. She felt a chill of both pride and fear. "Then the plan is complete. Production moves to the northern quadrant under heavy guard. The Cao will be our face, but the Tang will be the heart."