My Xianxia Harem Life

"You’re healed, Elder Michael," Riley said, his voice steady and almost serene, as though the chaos around him didn’t affect him in the slightest.

The disciples froze, their collective breath caught in their throats. The air grew thick with disbelief, as if time itself had slowed.

They had just witnessed Elder Michael—one of the strongest figures among them—crippled by pain, his body ravaged by injuries, and now… now he was standing there, seemingly unharmed.

He regained full health and no longer coughed up blood.

For a moment, no one could speak. It was as if the world had stopped moving, the implications of Riley’s words too extraordinary to process.

The disciples stared at Elder Michael, who, despite still clutching his sword, seemed almost bewildered.

Elder Michael looked down at himself in confusion. His body had been ravaged, his organs damaged beyond belief. He had been certain that he was on the verge of death.

And yet, now, there was no trace of injury, no sign of the agony he had felt moments ago. His body felt… whole and in perfect condition.

"You—" Elder Michael began, his voice shaky with the shock of it all.

"How is this possible?"

Riley simply shrugged, his smile never fading.

"The technique I used is not conventional. It’s not something you would expect, but it works. I had to use a more... unorthodox method to trigger your healing."

The disciples were still too stunned to react, their minds racing to catch up with what had just happened.

The shock was slowly giving way to awe, their earlier panic replaced by a quiet reverence for the power Riley had just demonstrated.

It was clear now—Elder Michael wasn’t just healed, he was completely restored.

As for Elder Michael, he sheathed his sword slowly, his eyes never leaving Riley. Despite the confusion and surprise, there was a deep, begrudging respect in his gaze now.

He had thought that this would be his final day, that he would die from his injuries. But Riley’s actions had defied all logic, and he was standing here, fully healed.

Elder Michael hesitated when he remembered something extremely important to him.

"How about my…" He couldn’t bring himself to ask in front of the disciples. It was too embarrassing. The issue weighed heavily on him—his most important concern.

After all, he had a wife waiting for him back home. Wives, to be exact, as he had a harem to care for. With his little brother out of commission, Elder Michael feared the worst.

A sharp pang in his groin almost made him cry on the spot. The thought of his wives cheating on him now that he lacked the necessary "tool" to perform sent him spiraling into despair.

"It’s fine, Elder Michael. Trust me," Riley reassured him, leaning in to whisper.

"Although this is the first time I’ve used this technique, its success rate is 100 percent. At least on all the animal trials I’ve conducted."

Riley’s words left Elder Michael frozen, unsure whether to laugh or cry. The mixture of relief and uncertainty showed plainly on his face, much to Riley’s amusement.

Riley took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over the scene of destruction. Surprisingly, he didn’t feel bad or nauseous.

It was likely due to the original Riley’s rigorous training, which involved slaughtering wild spirit beasts in the forest for combat experience. To Riley now, killing felt like a normal part of life.

"We should continue our journey, Elder Michael," Riley suggested.

"It would be a shame for our disciples to stop here. I know for a fact that they’ve been training for years just to attend this event."

Elder Michael’s expression was conflicted. He had nearly died today, and the experience had made him treasure his life more than ever.

"Don’t worry. You can always send a message to the sect master. As for safety, my grandfather left me enough of those treasures to last several lifetimes. Hehehe." Riley grinned, flicking his fingers.

The gesture made everyone, including Elder Michael, flinch. The memory of the earlier palm strike from the heavens was still fresh in their minds.

"You all need to relax. I’m just playing around," Riley said with a laugh.

"That’s not funny at all, Elder Riley!" a few disciples grumbled.

"Well, do as you say, Elder Riley," Elder Michael finally agreed. He trusted Riley with his life and already owed him one.

Ten minutes later, their flying boat surged into the skies once more. In their wake, several people arrived at the site of the battle, only to find that Lucas Prince’s remains were mysteriously missing.

***

"Sigh. It’s really hard to capture the interest of a goddess. They’re so used to being the center of attention," Riley muttered to himself, leaning back in his chair.

"She didn’t even bat an eye when I passed by earlier," he mused, shaking his head.

"Should I approach her?" he wondered, tapping his fingers thoughtfully on the table. The idea was tempting.

There was something undeniably intriguing about her aloofness, something that made him want to unravel the mystery she represented.

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he dismissed it with a wave of his hand.

"Nah… I’m an elder of the sect. It would be improper for me to make the first move. It might even look desperate," he reasoned, nodding to himself.

"I’ll just take it one step at a time. I have all the time in the world," Riley said to himself, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"Besides, it’s a good thing I’ve managed to right some of that bastard Lucas Prince’s wrongs in the meantime."

Satisfied with his decision to remain patient and good deeds with Lucas Prince’s vile business, Riley allowed his thoughts to drift elsewhere.

He stretched, feeling the tension leave his shoulders, and decided that fretting over Leia wasn’t worth his energy.

Instead, he set out to find Elder Michael. A good game of chess would be the perfect distraction, and who knew? Perhaps the goddess would eventually come to him on her own terms.

Patience, after all, was a virtue. Or so they said.