My Xianxia Harem Life

Riley closed his eyes and extended his spiritual sense, gently probing the tightly wound knot of energy blocking Jade’s heart.

It was a delicate obstruction, one that had likely formed from deep emotional trauma or an internal cultivation backlash.

Under normal circumstances, this would have been a trivial matter for someone like him. A flick of his will, a push of spiritual power, and it would dissipate.

But this wasn’t normal. Not even close.

Despite how simple it should have been, this particular blockage was different—volatile, erratic, and deeply intertwined with her life force.

One wrong move, one minor fluctuation in control, and Jade’s heart could rupture into pieces. Death would be instant. Messy. Final.

It was the kind of risk that would make even the most seasoned healers on the continent hesitate.

In fact, they’d likely walk away entirely, refusing to lift a finger unless they were suicidal or had a death wish.

But Riley wasn’t like other healers.

He had long surpassed the realm of ordinary mortals. His understanding of the healing dao had transcended conventional knowledge.

If he were to humbly claim the title of the second-best healer on the continent, not a soul would dare to claim first. That was how vast his reputation had grown—how terrifying his skill had become.

Countless techniques, forbidden arts, and rare medicinal formulas lay at his fingertips, all gained through tireless effort… and a few cheats the system had graciously offered him over the years.

”Just hold on a little longer,” he whispered under his breath, more to himself than to Jade.

He placed his palm gently over her chest, spiritual energy flowing in a controlled stream through his fingertips and into her heart meridian.

At first, everything was smooth. The resistance melted away like snow under the sun. But then—

A violent tremor surged through Jade’s body.

”Ohmmmmm…” she gasped, arching off the bed as pain crashed through her. Sweat bloomed across her forehead and glistened on her skin, drenching her robes.

Her lips quivered, teeth clenched tight as she endured the torment that now ravaged her from within. Her hands gripped the sheets with white knuckles.

Whatever she was experiencing, it was excruciating—beyond physical. Her spirit was shaking.

And that’s when it happened.

Ding!

A mechanical chime echoed inside Riley’s mind. His hands stilled, and his brow furrowed.

A strange wave of déjà vu hit him like a storm.

This… again?

This technique. This feeling. This situation—it all mirrored the past. Specifically, the time he healed Fay, a moment that had forever been etched into his memories.

Back then, too, his standard healing methods had failed. Back then, too, his vast knowledge had fallen short. And now, once more, all of his understanding, all of his mastery, was rendered obsolete.

There was only one technique that could still work under these bizarre circumstances.

Sacred Lustful Restoration.

He stared at Jade, breathing heavily on the bed, her face twisted in pain, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He clenched his jaw, annoyed and unwilling. The name of the technique alone made him want to punch the system in the face.

”Are we seriously doing this again, system?” he asked through his thoughts, exasperated. ”You trying to push me into creating a harem or something?”

There was a pause.

Then, as sweet and innocent as always, the feminine voice of the system replied:

”Negative, host. The system has no idea what you’re talking about.”

Riley groaned, dragging a hand down his face. It was always like this. Feigning innocence. Acting clueless. Yet, every damn time he found himself in this exact kind of situation—with a beautiful woman in pain and the only solution being a technique so intimate it bordered on scandalous.

He looked down at Jade again. Her breathing was ragged now. Her pulse was unstable. If he didn’t act soon, she might not survive the backlash of his earlier attempt.

”Damn it…”

He had no choice.

Again.

With a heavy sigh, Riley began preparing the Sacred Lustful Restoration technique. Not because he wanted to, not because he enjoyed the absurd intimacy it required—but because, at the end of the day, he was a healer.

And healers save lives.

No matter what it costs them.

With a few breaths of hesitation, riley moved to do what he could.

”Ahhhhhh…” Jade gasped, her eyes flying open in shock as she felt Riley’s hands move downward, settling firmly over her breasts. His touch was warm, confident, and far from idle.

His fingers began to move in slow, deliberate circles, massaging her soft mounds with a practiced care that made her heart skip a beat.

Her breath caught, her mind a flurry of conflicting thoughts. Was this really happening? Was this part of the healing… or something more? Her body reacted before her mind could catch up—a shiver running down her spine, her thighs instinctively pressing together as warmth pooled in her pussy.

She opened her mouth to speak, to question, to understand—but Riley’s calm voice beat her to it.

”Clear your mind, Jade,” he said, his tone low and steady, soothing yet commanding. ”Let go of your doubts. I need you to trust me.”

His gaze met hers—earnest, unwavering.

”I’m only doing this for your own good. It’s a healing technique. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Jade’s lips parted slightly, her breath shallow. Those words—gentle, but resolute—settled her nerves. The sincerity in Riley’s voice cut through the haze of confusion, leaving only clarity behind.

”Hmmm…” She couldn’t quite form a proper response. Instead, she gave a small nod, barely noticeable, yet full of quiet acceptance. She was choosing to trust him. Completely.

After all… wasn’t this what she had wanted?

She had seen the other women around Riley—powerful, graceful, devoted—and she had long dreamed of becoming one of them. To stand at his side. To belong to him. And if this was the first step… if this was the moment that would bind her fate to his… then she would welcome it with open arms.