Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

Chapter 287: Chapter 287: Entry Of Fan Clan

She looked over at him and asked, "So, what are you going to do after this, Senior Brother Yu?"

Shen Yu smiled, using his chopsticks to gently feed her another piece of chicken, watching with satisfaction as she accepted it.

His golden eyes flashed with a thoroughly amused, dangerous light as his gaze drifted toward the heavily reinforced doors of the Union headquarters.

"I am not going to do anything," he murmured smoothly, his voice dripping with a dark, absolute confidence.

"The chaos outside is going to unfold quite naturally. I have already given the world more than enough of a push."

Ruolan paused, swallowing the tender meat as her sharp intellect picked up on the underlying threat in his words.

She tilted her head, her ocean-blue eyes locked onto his chiseled face.

"What do you mean by that, Senior Brother?"

Shen Yu merely offered her a mysterious, slow smile, leaning back against the sofa.

"You will see in a few days, little alchemist."

Seeing him deliberately hide his plans, she pouted her lips playfully, leaning her soft, robed body heavily against his chest as she whined in a soft, childish voice.

"Please tell meeee..." she begged, tugging lightly at the lapel of his robe, her eyes wide with curious adoration.

"No," Shen Yu replied instantly, a low chuckle escaping his throat as his large hand came up to pinch her pouting lip, utterly unmoved by her cute resistance.

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Two days swept past in a blur of frantic commerce.

The manic frenzy surrounding the Alchemist Union’s hyper-limited, high-purity pills continued to grip the city’s wealthy elites, while the Cao Clan aggressively monopolized the mid-to-lower tiers of the market, catering to the common masses with the massive shipments of standard pills they had acquired from the Tang Clan.

Until that afternoon, the city’s pill market had been as deceptively still as a mirror-like lake.

But that precarious tranquility was completely shattered by a massive stone hurled directly into the center by the Fan Clan.

Without any prior warning, the Fan Clan announced the release of an entirely new, revolutionary pill.

Although its average purity hovered around a modest 90%, its foundational medicinal properties and breakthroughs in modern efficacy far surpassed the aging formulas provided by both the Union and the Cao Clan.

The momentum of the market shifted violently once again.

Driven by pure pragmatism, the fickle populace did exactly what they always did, they turned their backs on the old establishments and flooded the Fan Clan’s storefronts in droves.

Both the Union and the Cao Clan were thrown into complete disarray by this sudden ambush.

The relentless, exhausting market upheavals over the past month had already pushed their logistics and patience to the absolute limit.

And now, the third major merchant superpower of the city, which had been watching silently from the sidelines like a patient predator, had finally jumped into the water, making the currents muddier and more dangerous than ever.

This entire masterstroke was the direct result of Li Na executing Shen Yu’s commands with absolute, flawless precision.

The moment she had received the intelligence that Bai Ruolan had successfully refined a pill of 96% purity, she knew the market was ripe for disruption.

She immediately requested a secret, high-level meeting with the Patriarch of the Fan Clan, presenting them with the advanced pill recipe that Shen Yu had casually provided to her weeks prior.

Li Na had driven a ruthlessly hard bargain. She sold the recipe for a staggering upfront sum of 10,000 low-grade spirit stones, coupled with a legally binding contract securing 20% of all profits generated from the pill’s sales for the next fifteen years.

Though the price tag was astronomically high, the Fan Patriarch, a seasoned veteran who had been analyzing the silent, brewing chaos within the city, decided to take the ultimate gamble.

He possessed the foresight to realize that whoever emerged victorious from this brutal economic warfare would undoubtedly become the sovereign, undisputed pill merchant of the entire city.

With greed and ambition blinding his caution, the patriarch signed the contract, threw his clan’s immense resources into production, and eagerly plunged headfirst into the raging chaos.

Inside the high-walled courtyard of the Fan Clan manor, the air thick with the bitter, herbal tang of rapid alchemical mass production, Patriarch Fan stood looking out over dozens of roaring cauldrons. For the first time in months, a grand grin split his weathered face.

Reports from their commercial pavilions were flooding in by the hour. The new pill, the Core Cleansing Pill, was selling out faster than his clan’s alchemists could stamp them.

The common cultivators, low-tier mercenaries, and minor sect elders who had grown bitter over the Union’s exclusive pricing and the Cao Clan’s stock were practically breaking down the Fan Clan’s doors to get their hands on it.

"Patriarch! The second batch has completely sold out!" a breathless elder reported, running into the courtyard while clutching a ledger heavy with the scent of freshly traded spirit stones.

"The Cao Clan’s storefronts across the street are totally empty. Cultivators are literally leaving their queues to come to us!"

"Good! Keep the furnaces burning!" Patriarch Fan roared, his eyes flashing with a ruthless, soaring ambition.

He squeezed the spatial ring on his finger, which already contained a massive portion of the profit.

"Let the Union and the Cao Clan bleed each other out over the high-purity monopoly. The foundation of the city belongs to us now!"

He knew he was taking a monumental gamble, and that a whopping twenty percent of these profits would have to be secretly channeled back to that mysterious woman, Li Na, for the next fifteen years.

But looking at the sheer volume of wealth pouring in, it was a price he would gladly pay.

He was building an empire on a foundation his rivals didn’t even know existed.

Meanwhile, inside the main hall of the Golden Cauldron Merchant Union, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense, completely devoid of the usual clinical arrogance.

Meng De slammed his fist onto the mahogany table, the sheer force cracking the wood and sending a wave of residual Golden Core Qi rippling through the room.

"Where did this recipe come from?! The Fan Clan has always been the worst in alchemy among us! They don’t have the heritage to develop a pill formula that completely outclasses ours!"