My Xianxia Harem Life

Of course, the answer to that was no. Eve was still nothing more than Riley’s bedwarmer in his eyes, and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. The same went for Ruby, who remained his maid. Neither of them had the status to be considered anything more.

That night, however, had been satisfying for Riley. He had spent it with Katherine, Veronica, and Leia, indulging in their soft bodies and whispered affections. Moments like those were what made life in this xianxia world tolerable.

But beyond such pleasures, boredom was beginning to creep in.

Riley had initially planned to stay in Greenfield City for a while longer. Meeting his parents in this life had been a novelty, something that gave him a sense of warmth he hadn’t expected.

Yet, as time passed, even that thrill dulled. His parents were alive and well—healthy, happy, and prosperous. There was no drama, no deep struggles, no complicated inheritance fights that would require his intervention.

In short, everything was too peaceful.

Too mundane.

And one week into his stay, trouble had finally come knocking at his doorstep.

”Young Master Riley! Someone is looking for Mistress Eve!” A servant of the clan came running into the courtyard, breathless, his expression laced with urgency.

Riley barely spared him a glance. ”She’s inside,” he said dismissively, reclining lazily on a cushioned seat under the shade of a tree.

He wasn’t interested.

Not in whatever problem had arisen, nor in the daily affairs of this city. Life in this world was beginning to feel tedious. The lack of modern amenities gnawed at him—no movies, no internet, no music streaming at his fingertips. He had power, he had women, and he had wealth. What more was there?

His eyes followed Eve as she left the room and stepped outside. For a brief moment, he wondered if it was anything serious, but he quickly brushed the thought away. It wasn’t his problem.

At least, not yet.

An hour later, Eve returned.

”There are people outside waiting for your help, Young Master Riley,” she informed him, her tone respectful but slightly firm.

Riley exhaled slowly through his nose, tilting his head toward her. ”Oh?” He arched a brow, clearly uninterested. ”I thought you already helped them.”

”I tried,” Eve admitted, her expression calm but slightly troubled. ”But their condition is beyond my abilities. And I don’t even specialize in the healing dao.”

Riley rolled his neck, feeling a slight stiffness in his muscles. He had barely moved all day, spending most of his time lounging, drinking fine wine, and entertaining thoughts of whether he should just leave the city.

Still, his curiosity was mildly piqued.

”What’s the situation?” he asked, more out of obligation than genuine interest.

”A group of people arrived at the city gates earlier,” Eve explained. ”They’re injured—in one part. Its something I don’t have any solution for.”

Riley raised an eyebrow. ”And you’re telling me this because…?”

”They asked for you,” Eve said simply.

That made him pause.

”Me?” Riley finally sat up properly. ”They know my name?”

”They didn’t provide any specifics,” Eve explained, her tone measured. ”All they said was that they desperately need your help. They’re clutching at straws, hoping that anyone can offer assistance. Since I’m with you, they’re assuming you might have some sort of miracle remedy—something other than an aphrodisiac, of course.”

Riley sighed. This was annoying. But at the same time, it was better than doing nothing.

”Fine.” He stood up, stretching his arms lazily. ”I suppose I could use a distraction anyway. I’ve hit a bottleneck in my cultivation.”

That was a lie.

But at least it gave him something to do.

Eve bowed slightly, stepping aside as Riley moved past her. His long black robes billowed slightly in the evening breeze, and his expression remained unreadable as he strode toward the entrance of the clan’s estate.

Outside, he could already see the small gathering of figures waiting for him.

Their faces were haggard, their clothes torn and bloodied. Some leaned against one another for support, while others knelt weakly on the ground, exhaustion written all over them.

The moment they saw him, their gazes lit up with something he hadn’t expected—

Relief.

Almost… reverence.

One of them, a middle-aged man covered in wounds, stumbled forward. His eyes locked onto Riley’s, his voice trembling as he spoke:

”Young Master Riley… please… help us.”

They were just rogue cultivators, but even they knew that Daoist Bright Moon had become Young Master Riley’s companion. News like that traveled fast in the cultivation world. So when they found themselves facing an impossible crisis, they could only come here in a desperate attempt to save themselves.

”I’ll try,” Riley said lazily, glancing over the group. ”What exactly ails all of you?”

At first glance, the men seemed perfectly fine. They weren’t injured, their limbs were intact, and they weren’t writhing in pain—at least not visibly. If there was something wrong, it wasn’t external.

One of them stepped forward hesitantly, his face pale and full of hesitation. ”It’s like this, Young Master… We went out hunting early this morning, just like any other day. But while we were deep in the forest, a strange fog rolled in—suddenly, out of nowhere. It was thick, so thick we couldn’t even see our own hands in front of us.”

Riley raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. ”A mysterious fog? That’s hardly unusual.”

Another man swallowed hard, his voice trembling. ”That wasn’t the problem, Young Master. The real issue was… when the fog lifted, something was missing.”

Riley narrowed his eyes slightly. ”Missing? What exactly was taken?”

The men exchanged nervous glances, their expressions growing increasingly awkward. One of them clenched his fists, his face turning red with shame.

Finally, one of them gathered his courage and blurted it out:

”Our cocks, Young Master Riley! They just… disappeared all of a sudden!”

Silence.

The wind blew softly through the courtyard.

Riley blinked once, then twice.

”…What?”

Unable to bear the shame any longer, one of the men took a deep breath and, without hesitation, yanked down his pants.

Nothing.

No cock, no balls—just smooth, unblemished skin where his manhood had once been.

The rest of the rogue cultivators didn’t even flinch at the display. They had already exposed themselves to Eve in a desperate bid for help, so by now, shame was a foreign concept to them.

Riley’s lips twitched. What the actual fuck?

”I see,” he muttered, rubbing his chin. This was certainly new.

Eve, who had been standing quietly at his side, sighed. ”I tried to help them, but I don’t specialize in the healing Dao. And honestly, I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

”Alright, fine,” Riley said, rolling his shoulders. ”Line up. Let’s get this over with.”

The men hesitated for a moment before quickly obeying, forming a neat row before him.

Riley stretched his legs and cracked his knuckles. Then, without further ado, he raised his foot—

And delivered a brutal kick right between the first man’s legs.

THUD!

The man let out a strangled groan, doubling over. For a brief moment, it seemed like nothing had happened—

Then his eyes went wide.

”My… My little friend! It’s back!” he cried in sheer joy, grabbing at his crotch in disbelief.

Gasps and murmurs rippled through the group. The other men looked at each other, hope rekindling in their eyes.

”Me next, Young Master Riley!”

”Please, restore me too!”

Riley sighed, then moved down the line, delivering powerful kicks to each of them. One by one, they groaned, yelped, and then—

”My dick is back!”

”Hahaha! I’m a man again!”

”Thank the heavens! I thought I’d have to live the rest of my life like a eunuch!”

The once-hopeless group of cultivators was now rejoicing, clutching their crotches like they had just been given a second chance at life.

Eve folded her arms, watching with an unreadable expression. ”…I swear, the longer I stay by your side, the more I question the laws of this world.”

Riley ignored her and turned his gaze toward the forest. While the problem had been resolved, something still didn’t sit right with him.

That fog…

Something about it felt unnatural.

Extending his divine sense, he scanned the area where the men had encountered the mysterious mist. His brows furrowed slightly.

”…So that’s what it is.”

”What did you find?” Eve asked.

Riley smirked. ”A little trouble. And something interesting.”

Deep in the forest, hidden within the veil of lingering fog, was a presence—one that pulsed with eerie, unholy energy. It wasn’t just some random occurrence.

Someone—or something—was behind this.

And that made things much more fun.

”Wait here. I’ll be right back.” Riley said, his voice calm and commanding. Without another word, he shot into the sky, his body leaving the ground with a graceful fluidity. As he ascended, the wind whistled around him, and the landscape below shrank into a patchwork of greens and browns.

He soared higher, his eyes scanning the horizon. He needed to see things from above—his divine sense wasn’t enough; he had to get a clearer view. The strange fog had been one thing, but the presence he felt lingering in the forest was something else entirely.

Riley focused his mind and allowed the wind to rush past him, feeling the pulse of the land beneath. There, hidden just beyond the treeline, was the source of the disturbance—a dark energy that made the air feel thick and heavy.

It was time to get to the bottom of this.