My Xianxia Harem Life

"What is this?" the old man muttered, his eyes snapping open.

Poof!

But before he could make another move, his entire body dissolved into a cloud of blood-red mist.

In the next instant, the mist reassembled, restoring the old man’s body as though nothing had happened. He gasped in shock, his hands trembling.

The same scene unfolded elsewhere. Within the Prince Clan, Riley set his sights on the strongest cultivator, a towering figure whose sheer presence commanded awe and submission from all around him.

The man, much like the leader of the assassin organization, was reduced to a cloud of blood fog.

Despite the protection of his longevity coffin, a powerful artifact designed to shield him from physical harm and the ravages of time, he was still utterly defenseless against Riley’s divine sense.

The attack was so swift and overwhelming that he didn’t even have time to react, let alone resist.

A moment later, his body reformed anew, thanks to the Sovereign Marionette technique—a divine skill capable of reviving anything, even from a mere fragment of hair left from a corpse.

Riley’s actions were deliberate and calculated. He wasn’t here to cause mass destruction or harm innocents. His targets were the "top dogs"—the powerful elites who held sway over the lives of others.

These were the ones capable of shaping laws and dictating the course of entire clans or organizations. By eliminating them, Riley sought to disrupt the very foundation of their corrupt systems.

With his divine sense still active, Riley observed everything with a calm detachment. No one was aware that the leaders of both the assassin organization and the Prince Clan had been silently eliminated.

His method of killing was disturbingly effective—silent, precise, and utterly devastating.

"With the unimaginable strength of my mind right now, even defensive formations and restrictions can’t hide from my divine sense," Riley mused, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"If I were an assassin, there’s no doubt I could be the strongest to ever wear the assassin’s cloak."

The realization of how lethal his methods were sent a chill down even his own spine.

He had achieved all this with nothing more than his divine sense, a technique that most cultivators would consider a passive tool. To Riley, however, it was a weapon of unparalleled precision.

One should know that the figures he had just eliminated weren’t ordinary individuals.

Both the leader of the assassin organization and the top cultivator of the Prince Clan were Void Tribulation Realm powerhouses like him, albeit at lower stages.

Yet, Riley had erased their existence as easily as swatting flies, from millions of miles away.

Void Tribulation experts weren’t like common cabbages growing in a field. Each one was an unparalleled figure in their own domain, a towering giant of influence and power.

To kill them so effortlessly was a testament to Riley’s overwhelming might—a reminder of just how far he had surpassed his peers.

"Adding the Shadow Master persona in Lucas Prince, I now have the Silent Revenant Order and the Prince Clan under my command," Riley murmured, his mind churning with possibilities.

"Should I combine all three?"

He considered the idea for a moment, his divine sense spanning the vast distances between the three factions.

While the thought of consolidating them under a single banner was tempting, Riley ultimately dismissed it.

"The locations are too far apart, and combining them would only create unnecessary complications," he reasoned.

"It’s better to let them operate autonomously. Their independence will keep them more flexible—and harder for anyone to track back to me."

Satisfied with his decision, Riley retracted his divine sense, the vast web of awareness collapsing back into himself like a receding tide. His expression was calm, but his thoughts were sharp and calculated.

He had already reshaped the power dynamics of two significant forces, and his influence continued to grow in ways that even he couldn’t fully predict.

"System, show me my character status," Riley commanded.

"Ding!" A moment later, his information appeared before him.

***

Host: Riley Mason

Cultivation Base: 10th Stage Void Tribulation Realm

Rewards Acquired: Soul Dominion (17 uses left), Primordial Chaos Physique, Heavenly Judgment Palm, Eternal Fortress of the Divine Realm, Sovereign Marionette, Sacred Lustful Restoration, Mind Palace Master

Minions: Gideon Hunter, Lucas Prince, Elias Page, Tadeo Prince

***

"Shit! I forgot to copy their memories. I could have gathered so much more valuable information about this Xianxia world," Riley muttered aloud, his voice tinged with frustration.

He slapped his forehead, cursing himself for missing such a crucial opportunity. But quickly pushing the thought aside, he refocused, activating his divine sense.

With a subtle twist of his will, he reached out to the bodies of his resurrected minions—Elias Page, the leader of the Silent Revenant Order, and Tadeo Prince, the ancestor of the Prince Clan.

Within moments, Riley’s consciousness sank deep into the fragments of their memories. As his divine sense absorbed their pasts, he felt the weight of millennia unfold before his eyes.

Their memories weren’t mere glimpses; they were complete, detailed, and rich with the horrors these men had lived through.

To his satisfaction, he successfully retrieved the full memories of both men.

"Ughhh... what disgusting pieces of trash," Riley spat in disgust, his face twisted with revulsion. The horrors they had inflicted upon the world were enough to make any righteous person shudder.

Elias had manipulated and killed hundreds of thousands over his long reign, pulling the strings of the Silent Revenant Order like a puppet master.

Tadeo, on the other hand, had twisted the Prince Clan into a machine of political domination and ruthless expansion.

He had murdered his own family, betrayed allies, and burned entire cities to the ground—all to further his own ambitions.

Elias Page had lived for over 18,000 years, while Tadeo Prince’s lifespan stretched to about 15,000 years. In such long lives, the atrocities they had committed were beyond imagination.

Cultivators, driven by insatiable greed, were notorious for committing unspeakable acts—killing, stealing, and lying, all for the sake of resources and power.

Riley felt no remorse whatsoever for ending the lives of these two vile men. After learning what they had done over the centuries, any shred of guilt vanished completely.

"Ignorance really is a blessing," Riley muttered, shaking his head. With a weary sigh, he finally flopped onto the bed, too exhausted to think any longer. The comfort of sleep beckoned, offering a temporary escape from the weight of his thoughts.