My Xianxia Harem Life

Riley’s eyes fell on the woman before him, and there was no denying her beauty. She was easily one of the most stunning women he had seen in this world.

Her delicate features, fair skin, and ethereal presence could enchant even the most disciplined of men. However, Riley had long since changed.

Before, a woman like her might have sent his heart racing, his mind clouded with desire.

But after spending night after night with Katherine, Veronica, and Leia—three unparalleled beauties in their own right—his perspective had shifted.

He had experienced the kind of passion that could bring men to their knees, yet it no longer ruled him.

Now, no matter how breathtaking a woman was, he remained unaffected. Desire no longer dictated his actions.

His gaze lingered on her, sharp and unwavering, and the young woman shuddered. It was as if he could see through her, stripping away all pretense and laying her bare, though she remained clothed in her pristine white dress.

The sensation was foreign, unsettling. Her fingers twitched at her sides, instinctively wanting to shield herself, but what was the point?

The feeling had nothing to do with what she was wearing and everything to do with the man before her.

"This is Fay Ironwood, the daughter of our sect master," Daoist White Snow said, his voice carrying a hint of desperation.

"She has suffered from extreme cold in her body since childhood. We’ve exhausted every remedy, but nothing has worked. Please, Young Master Riley, heal her! The Phantom Abyss Sect will owe you a great favor if you do."

There was a plea in his tone, an urgency that spoke of countless failed attempts and mounting despair. Fay stood silently, her expression composed, but her hands were clenched at her sides.

She had lived with this affliction all her life, and she no longer entertained hope. Countless healers, alchemists, and cultivators had tried—and failed—to cure her.

She had resigned herself to this fate long ago.

But now, they were placing their hopes in Riley.

"I don’t need favors. Helping those in need is enough to make me happy," Riley said, his voice calm and unwavering. Then, without hesitation, he stepped closer to Fay, his sharp gaze settling on her delicate frame.

With just a single look, he understood what was wrong with her. The icy aura within her body wasn’t merely an affliction—it was something far more complex.

Yet what puzzled him was that even with his divine healing technique, he could not conjure a remedy to alleviate her condition. This was unusual.

No matter how severe an illness or injury, his abilities had always provided a solution. But this time, nothing surfaced. It was as if the very nature of her ailment defied ordinary healing.

"Give me your hands," Riley said, his tone gentle yet firm.

Fay hesitated only for a brief moment before extending her trembling hands toward him. She had suffered from this sickness since birth, trapped in a body that felt more like a prison than her own flesh.

The pain, the unbearable cold that gnawed at her bones, had been her constant companion.

There were nights she lay awake, her body shivering so violently that she feared she might not wake up the next morning.

If not for the love she held for her parents and siblings, she might have given up long ago. The thought had crossed her mind more times than she cared to admit.

To end it all, to escape this relentless torment. But she endured—for them.

Riley took her hands in his, and the moment their skin met, a strange sensation washed over her. His palms were warm—warmer than anything she had ever felt.

A shudder ran through her body, but not from cold this time.

Her heart skipped a beat, and a soft blush spread across her cheeks. This was the first time a man outside her family had ever held her hands, and she had no idea how to react.

She had spent her life avoiding close contact, fearing that her frigid touch would drive people away. But Riley held her hands without hesitation, as if the icy chill that plagued her meant nothing to him.

Her mind swirled with unfamiliar emotions. Embarrassment, gratitude, curiosity—and something deeper she couldn’t quite name.

"Ahhh…" Fay moaned softly a minute later, her breath hitching as an unfamiliar warmth spread from Riley’s hands into her own.

The heat traveled through her veins, sinking deep into her core, where a perpetual cold had resided since birth.

It was intoxicating, overwhelming—so much so that she instinctively pulled her hand back, as if burned.

Her face turned an even deeper shade of red, her wide eyes darting to Riley in shock.

Even a blind man could tell that something indecent had just happened between them, though no one dared voice it aloud. The oppressive silence in the hall only amplified the tension.

Yet, despite her alarm, Fay couldn’t ignore the lingering sensation—the strange, alien comfort of warmth, something she had never truly known before.

Her delicate fingers curled slightly as if trying to grasp the fading heat, reluctant to let it go.

On the other side of the room, kneeling in disgrace, Daoist White Snow struggled against the numbness that bound her.

The moment Riley intervened, she had felt something sever her connection to the Dao, a force stronger than anything she had ever encountered. This was of course the Mind Palace Master technique of Riley who could easily control her thoughts to Riley’s liking.

Her limbs were heavy, unresponsive, yet her mouth could still move, and she used it to issue a warning.

"What is the meaning of this, Young Master Riley?" she demanded, her voice sharp despite her weakened state.

"If Fay’s father hears of this, you will have the entire force of the Phantom Abyss Sect descending upon you!"

A lesser man might have flinched at such a declaration, but Riley merely let out a cold chuckle. His gaze darkened, exuding a silent pressure that weighed down on everyone present.

"You come begging for my help, and yet you dare threaten me?" he scoffed, his voice filled with unmasked disdain. "How laughable."

With a dismissive wave of his hand, a ripple of unseen energy pulsed through the air, making White Snow’s body tremble involuntarily.

"Leave," Riley commanded. "Even if your entire sect were to come, I’d make them kneel before me just as you are now."

White Snow clenched her teeth, humiliation washing over her. She wanted to retaliate, but her power was still beyond her grasp.

"Please, Young Master Riley." Fay’s trembling voice broke the momentary silence, drawing all eyes back to her.

She stepped forward, looking at him with pleading eyes, her lips quivering.

"Aunt White Snow only wants what’s best for me," she said, trying to ease the tension. "But please… help me. I’ve suffered for so long already."

Tears welled up in her eyes, glistening like dewdrops in the morning light. The pain—the unrelenting, ceaseless agony that had plagued her since birth—was a burden no one could understand.

Every breath, every movement, every second of her existence was steeped in suffering.

But now…

For the first time, warmth had touched her.

Fay looked down at her hands, marveling at the unfamiliar sensation. Her fingertips tingled, still carrying traces of Riley’s heat. She flexed them slowly, as if afraid the feeling would vanish.

Then, as the realization sank in, the dam she had held for so long finally broke.

Tears spilled down her cheeks, silent at first, then in sobs that shook her frail body.

Riley let out a slow sigh, his expression unreadable as he watched the broken young woman before him. He had encountered countless cultivators, arrogant geniuses, and beggars groveling at his feet.

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She was someone who had known only suffering.

His divine healing technique had yet to be used, but now, he saw firsthand that the Sacred Lustful Restoration was working as intended. A test, a mere touch, had already brought her warmth.

He stepped closer, his gaze unwavering.

"I have a way to heal you," he said, his voice measured, "but you must be prepared. My methods will be… unconventional."

Fay didn’t hesitate. She wiped her tears, her expression firm despite the lingering wetness on her cheeks.

"As long as you heal me, Young Master Riley, I will follow you—even through the Abyss Ocean. My life is yours."

A sharp inhale came from White Snow.

"Young Miss Fay! You can’t!" she gasped in horror, her voice rising in desperation. "You don’t understand what you’re saying!"

Fay turned to her, a bittersweet smile gracing her lips. "You don’t understand, Aunt White Snow," she whispered.

"I’m tired. So, so tired. I don’t want to feel pain anymore… I don’t want to suffer anymore."

White Snow could only watch in stunned silence, her heart heavy with grief.

Riley, however, simply nodded. "So be it."

He extended his hand. "Come with me."

Without hesitation, Fay placed her trembling fingers in his palm, sealing her fate.