My Xianxia Harem Life

”Another day, another day to live in service,” Riley murmured to himself, stretching his arms as the morning sun bathed the world in golden light.

He had been bored once—lost, drifting without purpose. But that was a past life, one that no longer mattered. Now, every day felt fulfilling. He had found his calling, and with it came a sense of satisfaction that made even the smallest moments enjoyable.

Of course, there were times he missed the luxuries of the modern world—the convenience of electricity, the ease of ordering food with a tap on a screen, the mindless entertainment that required no effort at all. But in the grand scheme of things, those were minor inconveniences. What he had gained here was far more valuable.

Aside from healing the sick and performing miraculous feats as a doctor, Riley had discovered another passion—one far more personal, indulgent, and, admittedly, hedonistic. His relationships had become just as vital to him as his craft.

There was something undeniably exhilarating about the intimacy he shared with his girlfriends, a feeling of connection that went beyond physical pleasure.

Was it good? Was it bad? He didn’t know, and honestly, he didn’t care. This was who he was now, and he had no intention of fighting it.

Boink!

Boink!

Boink!

Something soft and warm bumped against his leg repeatedly. Riley looked down to find a small, fluffy orange ball bouncing excitedly beside him, its bright eyes filled with anticipation.

A grin tugged at his lips. ”It’s not feeding time yet, Cotton. Behave, or I won’t give you any food later,” he warned, crossing his arms.

”BEEEEEEEEEE!”

Cotton, the tiny creature resembling a sloth covered in orange fluff, immediately stopped bouncing and let out a pitiful wail. With a swift leap, it clung to Riley’s shoulder, its little paws gripping onto his clothes as it nuzzled against his cheek. The warmth of its fur was comforting, like a living plush toy that radiated pure affection.

Riley chuckled, scratching behind Cotton’s ears.

”Good boy. I’ll feed you lots of meat later, I promise.”

Cotton let out a happy chirp, tail swishing as it settled against Riley’s neck. The little glutton could eat almost anything, but his favorite food was meat—large quantities of it. In fact, Riley had once tested just how much Cotton could consume, and to his horror, the tiny creature had nearly swallowed an entire mountain. That experiment had ended quickly. The last thing he needed was to accidentally destroy the landscape because his pet had an insatiable appetite.

Instead, he treated Cotton like a dog—albeit one with bottomless hunger and the ability to devour things much larger than itself. At least meat was an easy solution.

As Riley continued walking, the wind rustled through the trees, carrying the scent of fresh grass and damp earth. The morning was peaceful, the kind of quiet that made him appreciate his life here even more. He had responsibilities, people who depended on him, a purpose that gave him direction. And, of course, he had Cotton, his adorable yet terrifying little companion.

”Come on, buddy. Let’s get to work,” Riley said, adjusting Cotton on his shoulder.

With a chirp of agreement, Cotton settled in for the ride, and together, they strode forward into the day.

”Young Master Riley! Good morning!”

The cheerful voices of the gathered townspeople rang out as they greeted him with excitement and reverence. Riley nodded and smiled in return, his expression calm yet approachable. Though he had long grown accustomed to their admiration, he still found it amusing how quickly his reputation had spread.

Near his modest family ancestral house, he had set up a makeshift hospital, a simple yet well-maintained space where injured, sick, and desperate people sought his aid. He asked for nothing in return, offering his services completely free of charge. It wasn’t just kindness—he found joy in watching the awed expressions of those who witnessed his divine abilities firsthand. And besides, it wasn’t like he was running out of spiritual energy anytime soon.

His healing abilities were nothing short of miraculous. People came to him with broken bones, deadly illnesses, and even conditions deemed incurable by mortal physicians, yet all left fully restored. Even the most skeptical soon became firm believers in his skills.

Of course, there were certain techniques he absolutely refused to use—namely, Sacred Lustful Restoration. That one was far too much for anyone to handle. Even he had his limits.

It wouldn’t be ideal for people to constantly witness him kicking men in the balls.

After that unfortunate episode, Riley immediately sought a more humane approach. Consulting his Omniscient Dao Codex, he created a refined version of Divine Healing, ensuring no future patient would have to endure such traumatizing treatment ever again.

Character Stats

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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, Omniscient Dao Codex, Supreme Sutra of Seduction

Divine Rank Techniques Created: Divine Step, Divine Healing

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

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Riley sighed as he reviewed his ever-growing list of skills. If there was one thing he lacked, it was creativity in naming techniques.

”Divine Healing”? ”Divine Step”?” Sure, they were accurate, but they lacked the flair of ancient mystical arts.

Not that he cared. Fancy names were for cultivators who had time to sit around waxing poetic about their abilities. He preferred results over theatrics.

Divine Healing - an unparalleled divine healing technique that transcends mortal medicine and cultivation. Said to originate from the will of the heavens, it is a technique reserved for celestial beings and godlike healers.

Unlike conventional healing arts, Divine Healing does not merely mend wounds—it rewrites the very essence of life itself. With a single touch, Riley could:

Regenerate missing limbs and shattered meridians.

Purge poisons, curses, and demonic corruption.

Restore youth and extend one’s lifespan.

Reverse death, provided the soul had not yet fully dissipated.

In the end, Riley was truly the greatest doctor alive in this world. Not only could he heal any wound, but he could reverse death itself and even extend a person’s lifespan—a feat that defied logic and reason. There wasn’t a single physician, alchemist, or healer who could even come close to his abilities.

But for him, it was just another day of work.

”Time to grind,” Riley murmured to himself as he stepped into the hospital.

What had once been a simple tent at the start had, over time, grown into a proper wooden building, large enough to accommodate at least a hundred patients at a time. The city people had built it for him, out of gratitude and admiration, a sign of how deeply they respected him.

And usually, the place was lively and bustling—full of chatter, laughter, and the occasional groans of patients recovering from injuries.

But today was different.

The moment he stepped inside, he noticed it—an unnatural silence hung in the air. Patients sat still, whispering amongst themselves. Even the healers and assistants who normally moved around busily had frozen in place, their gazes all fixed toward the same direction.

Riley narrowed his eyes.

There had been troublemakers before—rowdy cultivators who thought they could throw their weight around here, demanding priority treatment or causing unnecessary chaos. But those incidents had been swiftly taken care of, thanks to Eve, who had no tolerance for nonsense. And so far, no one had been foolish enough to try again.

So… what was it this time?

His gaze followed the direction of the crowd’s attention, and that’s when he saw her.

Sitting at the forefront, right in his usual chair, was an exceptionally beautiful woman.

Her presence was overwhelming—not in an oppressive way, but in how effortlessly she commanded attention. Her beauty was the kind that could topple kingdoms, the kind that men would wage wars over, and the kind that could bring even the most disciplined minds to their knees.

Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders like flowing silk, framing a face so flawless that it felt almost unreal. Her eyes held a mysterious allure, carrying both intelligence and mischief within them, and when she smiled, it was the kind of smile that could melt hearts.

Any other man would have fallen for her instantly.

But Riley was not just any man.

She met his gaze with a knowing smirk, her voice smooth and laced with amusement. ”Young Master Riley, it’s an honor to finally meet you.”

The way she spoke—it was neither overly flirtatious nor overly respectful. It was confident, as though she already knew exactly what kind of effect she had on people.

But Riley?

He felt nothing.

If anything, he was annoyed.

His eyes flicked toward the chair she was sitting in—his chair.

And without the slightest hesitation, he spoke.

”Stand up. You’re in my chair.”

His voice was calm but unimpressed, carrying not a shred of admiration, hesitation, or reverence.

The silence in the room grew even heavier.