My Xianxia Harem Life

Riley took Fay to a private room, his grip firm yet unyielding.

Fay’s group watched in horror, wanting to resist, but how could they?

Riley moved with an overwhelming presence, his every step exuding dominance.

Even within the Golden Core realm, he was untouchable.

He had subdued two Spirit Severing realm powerhouses with such ease that it seemed almost laughable.

No one could comprehend how he managed such a feat, but the truth was undeniable—he did, and that was all that mattered.

"Is Young Master Riley really only at the Golden Core realm?" one person whispered, disbelief clear in their voice.

"Only a fool would believe that," another muttered, shaking their head.

"He’s clearly far beyond that level."

"A Void Tribulation realm expert, then?"

Murmurs rippled through the hospital, fear creeping into their voices as they exchanged nervous glances.

If Riley truly possessed such unfathomable strength, then what did that mean for the balance of power? Who was he, really?

Where did he come from?

No one had answers, only the growing realization that they had severely underestimated him.

Yet Riley himself remained indifferent to their speculation. He cared little for what others thought.

Let them talk. Let them tremble. It made no difference to him.

His patience had already worn thin, and now that Daoist Gentle Dream and White Snow had crossed his bottom line, there was no longer any reason to suppress his true power.

The world would soon learn the weight of his wrath.

Even as he breathed, he knew that word of his actions was spreading in all directions like wildfire.

By now, countless forces would be scrambling for information, trying to piece together the mystery that was Riley.

But to him, it was all meaningless.

Gossip, fear, reverence—it was nothing more than background noise.

The only thing that mattered now was healing Fay. He was at least kind enough to bestow her this gift.

Ding!

Riley waved a hand, and an invisible force swept through the room, sealing it completely.

A faint ripple in the air marked the activation of his improved defensive formation—Little Eternal Fortress.

The intricate array hummed with power, reinforcing the walls and ensuring that no one could intrude, no matter how powerful they were or at least those below Void Tribulation Realm.

Today, he would not be disturbed.

The room itself was simple, almost barren, with only the bare necessities.

There were no decorations, no lavish furnishings—just a chair, a table, and, oddly enough, a bed.

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It was large, more than enough to accommodate two people, standing in stark contrast to the otherwise spartan environment.

Its presence felt deliberate, almost as if it had been placed there with a specific purpose in mind.

"You may lie down on the bed, Fay. I’ll be there shortly," Riley instructed before turning away.

Fay hesitated, her lips pressing together as she eyed the bed warily.

A deep sense of unease crept over her, but the gnawing cold in her bones left her with no room for resistance.

She had already endured too much—the biting frost that seeped into her very marrow, the numbness creeping up her limbs, the constant battle just to keep breathing.

The promise of a cure was the only light in the darkness that surrounded her.

She waited ten breaths, her pride warring with her desperation. Then, finally, she relented.

Slowly, she climbed onto the bed, her movements stiff, her body shivering as she settled onto the soft surface.

Meanwhile, Riley was already lost in thought, conversing with his system.

"Why do I feel like I’m being scammed here, system?" he asked, irritation lacing his thoughts.

"Why doesn’t my Divine Healing Technique work on Fay? I’m supposed to be able to resurrect the dead, but I can’t even cure a simple ailment? What kind of ridiculous logic is that?"

"The system has no answer for that, host," came the system’s flat response.

Riley sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Oh man…" he muttered under his breath.

He wasn’t about to accept defeat so easily.

Without hesitation, he created two new Divine Healing Techniques, each specifically tailored to counteract cold-related afflictions.

He named them Divine Healing 1 and Divine Healing 2—not the most creative names, but their function was what mattered.

Then, he ran countless hypothetical experiments in his mind, considering every possible approach, analyzing every factor that could be causing the failure.

Could it be an issue with the technique itself?

Unlikely. His healing arts had worked flawlessly before.

Was it something unique to Fay’s condition? If so, what exactly made her affliction so different?

One by one, he eliminated possibilities, narrowing down the potential causes.

And yet, no matter what he tried, no matter how many theories he tested in his mind, the result remained the same.

Nothing worked.

His power, which should have been absolute, was useless in the face of whatever strange force plagued Fay.

His fingers curled slightly. This wasn’t normal. And that meant one thing—something, or someone, was behind this.

"Are you forcing me to have a harem, system? Is that it?" Riley asked through his mind, his tone edged with frustration.

"Negative, host," the system replied curtly.

Riley narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t convinced.

He had seen this kind of setup far too many times in stories—an overpowered protagonist, a mysterious illness that no conventional method could cure, and the one technique that conveniently required intimate contact.

It was as if the universe itself was playing a joke on him.

"Don’t lie to me, system. Every other technique I have should work, yet none of them do. But somehow, Sacred Lustful Restoration—of all things—is the only viable option? That doesn’t sound like a coincidence to me."

"The system does not interfere in host’s personal relationships," the system stated matter-of-factly.

"Personal relationships my ass," Riley thought bitterly.

"You’re basically setting me up!" He complained in his mind but the system only has one answer again.

"Negative, host."

No matter how much he argued, the system refused to budge. There was no loophole to exploit, no alternative solution to be found.