Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

Chapter 260: Chapter 260: Revolutionary Credit System

"Young Master Shen," Li Na spoke up, her voice remaining steady and retaining its sharp, battlefield discipline as she slowly lifted her head to look directly into his gleaming golden eyes.

"If Madam Meng were here to see you using your silver tongue on her guard while the union’s logistics are at stake, I am fairly certain she would demand a heavy compensation in the bedchambers tonight."

Shen Yu looked down at her, a thoroughly amused smile playing on his lips.

"Oh, you don’t have to worry about her. She wouldn’t get upset about me taking another woman."

He paused, his gaze darkening with an exquisite, predatory intent. "Especially if that woman is you, her sworn sister."

Hearing those words drop from his mouth, Li Na’s breath caught.

Her eyes widened in genuine shock.

Shen Yu’s smile only deepened.

"What? Did you truly think she only tells you about her life, and keeps me in the dark? I know everything about her, Li Na. And I also know exactly what she wants. Because she is mine."

He leaned in even closer, the heat of his skin completely overwhelming her senses.

His lips almost grazed her earlobe as he whispered, "Do you even know what ’mine’ means? Do you want to know what it feels like to belong to me?"

He pulled back just an inch, his golden pupils locking onto her trembling gaze, the suffocating distance between them unchanged.

"Hmm? Li’er?"

Shen Yu watched with absolute satisfaction as a fierce, betraying flush bloomed across her sun-kissed cheeks.

Her brilliant green eyes flitted frantically, completely losing their rigid, soldier-like focus.

"I—I..." she stammered, her voice cracking for the very first time.

Amused by her total loss of composure, Shen Yu let out a chuckle.

He smoothly stepped away from her, breaking the heavy tension as he strolled casually around the ironwood desk.

He pulled out her grand leather chair and seated himself, leaning back with the absolute entitlement of a king.

Left standing alone in the center of the room, Li Na didn’t move an inch.

Beneath her indigo martial robes, her thighs instinctively clamped tightly together, a sudden, heavy ache blooming deep within her lower core.

Shen Yu caught the subtle movement, his eyes tracking the clench of her legs. A sharp, wicked smirk curled his lips.

"I guess it won’t take much time at all to teach you, Li’er."

’Fucking hell,’ Li Na thought fiercely, her heart hammering against her ribs as she desperately tried to regain her balance.

"Now then," Shen Yu said, his tone abruptly shifting.

The playful, seductive purr vanished, replaced instantly by a deep, commanding seriousness that resonated with chilling authority.

"Tell me how the logistics operation is proceeding."

Sensing the sudden, professional shift in his aura, Li Na took a sharp breath, forcing her chaotic emotions down.

She gave a disciplined nod, calmed her erratic pulse, and stepped back up to the desk to lay out the strategic maps.

The grand blueprint to conquer Crimson Iron City had actually been laid out long before the assassination attempt on the Tang Clan.

However, due to that sudden crisis and Yilan’s severe injuries, the operation had been temporarily stalled.

Once the dust settled and everything was back on track, Li Na was dispatched as the operational commander to oversee the entire shadow vanguard.

Under her direction, a massive influx of Tang Clan alchemists, alongside elite guards from both the Tang and Jin clans, had quietly slipped into the city.

They had nested securely within the Jin Clan’s local properties, keeping a flawless, low-profile existence.

Because Crimson Iron City had been completely stagnant before their arrival, Li Na’s network had successfully smuggled massive, daily shipments of raw herbs into their subterranean vaults without a single local scout noticing.

For over a month, their hidden alchemists had done nothing but refine high-purity pills, stockpiling a massive arsenal for the day the trap would snap shut.

The moment Shen Yu arrived, the gears of the machine began to turn violently.

He immediately weaponized the city’s existing rivalries, escalating routine marketplace competition into an absolute economic war.

Looking at the man sitting in her chair, Li Na couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of awe.

He was a terrifyingly brilliant strategist.

"We are in an exceptional position," Li Na reported, her finger tracing a supply line on the map.

"Our alchemists are maintaining peak production daily. Even if we enter a brutal, multi-front price war against every major competitor simultaneously, our current stockpile can comfortably bleed them dry for three full months."

"Hmm, good," Shen Yu murmured. "What about the pill shipment to the Cao Clan?"

"We successfully delivered a two-week reserve to their main warehouse just this morning."

"Hmm." He gave a slow, satisfied nod.

Standing up from the desk, Shen Yu activated his disguise techniques.

In a fluid ripple of illusionary Qi, his 6’5" athletic frame shrunk down to a slender six feet.

His stark white hair and golden eyes bled into an unassuming, vibrant green.

Once his transformation into ’Mo Liu’ was complete, he pulled his heavy black cloak over his face.

"Let me inspect the alchemists," he commanded smoothly.

Li Na nodded and led him through the rear reinforced doors into the primary alchemy chambers.

The moment they stepped inside, a wall of stifling, high-temperature air washed over them.

Dozens of alchemists and their assistants were working in perfect, synchronized harmony over blazing cauldrons.

Despite the grueling reality of refining the exact same formulas for a solid month, there wasn’t a single shred of fatigue in their eyes, only a fierce, unyielding determination.

In fact, their efficiency and refining techniques were visibly leagues above any standard alchemist of the same tier.

This terrifyingly disciplined work ethic was the direct result of the revolutionary Credit System Shen Yu had implemented within the clan.

Drawing upon the advanced structural knowledge of his previous life, he had meticulously written down various high-tier alchemy techniques, cultivation insights, and combat techniques.

Rather than distributing them traditionally, he allowed clan members to ’rent’ these techniques using credit points earned through their labor.

These points could only be rewarded through hard work and absolute results, they could not be bought with gold or spirit stones.

By tying their personal, martial advancement directly to their productivity, Shen Yu had forged a workforce that was fiercely loyal, hyper-efficient, and relentlessly motivated.

A faint smile touched Shen Yu’s lips beneath his hood as he watched his people excel.

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