My Xianxia Harem Life

Chapter 386: Chapter 386 Realm

A month later, word of the grand wedding had spread to every corner of this region.

It was an event unlike any other—something that shook the very foundation of the cultivation world.

Every major power was talking about it.

From the secluded mountains of ancient clans to the great halls of the righteous sects and even the dark valleys of the demonic paths, everyone knew of the wedding that would unite two extraordinary figures.

The invitations, engraved with golden runes and sealed with Riley’s personal mark, had reached the hands of the most influential beings alive.

None dared to ignore it.

Even the reclusive old fogeys who rarely appeared in public had sent envoys bearing congratulatory gifts.

The alliance of Rice City, already powerful, was now destined to ascend to new heights.

On the morning of the ceremony, the streets of Rice City were overflowing with people.

The once modest city had transformed into a shining metropolis of jade and gold.

Floating palaces lined the skies, and spiritual energy condensed into visible mist, forming a protective veil that shimmered like dawn.

The city itself had grown tremendously—its population now exceeding a million souls.

Cultivators from all walks of life had gathered here, drawn by the promise of safety, wealth, and opportunity under Riley’s rule.

In this city, strength was respected, order was absolute, and no one dared challenge his authority.

Riley had long proven his dominance.

Those foolish enough to sow chaos or test the limits of his patience had been dealt with swiftly and mercilessly.

There were no trials, no warnings—only judgment.

The sight of his giant fists descending from the sky to smite offenders had become a legend among the residents.

Since then, none dared to cause even the slightest disturbance.

Rice City had become a sanctuary of peace and power under his watch.

”Master Riley!”

A thunderous roar erupted as he finally appeared. The people fell silent for a heartbeat, struck by awe.

He stood atop the grand staircase of the central pavilion, wearing magnificent red groom attire embroidered with golden phoenix and dragon motifs.

His black hair, tied with a crimson band, fluttered gently in the breeze.

His expression was calm, almost indifferent, yet his presence alone commanded reverence.

He looked every bit the sovereign that he was—the man who built an empire with his own hands, who conquered both hearts and enemies alike.

Behind him stood his closest followers, each a powerhouse in their own right.

The generals of Rice City, the elders of his clan, and even the young prodigies who idolized him all stood in perfect formation.

”Long live Master Riley!” someone shouted, and soon the chant echoed through the city, shaking the heavens.

High above, celestial beasts soared across the sky, their cries echoing in celebration.

Bands of cultivators played spiritual instruments that produced melodies infused with Qi, resonating across the realm.

The entire city was alive, basking in festivity and admiration.

As the wedding procession began, countless eyes turned toward the grand palace gates, awaiting the arrival of the bride.

The world held its breath.

Several minutes later, a sudden ripple of spiritual energy spread through the skies above Rice City.

The crowd turned their eyes upward as a radiant figure appeared amidst clouds dyed crimson by the morning sun.

A magnificent phoenix, wreathed in flames of gold and scarlet, descended gracefully from the heavens.

Each flap of its wings released a trail of fiery motes that painted the sky in shades of dawn and glory.

Upon the phoenix’s back stood Iris—the Thousand Sword Fairy.

Her arrival silenced the world. Even the winds seemed to pause in reverence.

Clad in a flowing bridal robe of deep crimson embroidered with golden lotus and phoenix patterns, she was the embodiment of divine grace.

Her long silvery hair shimmered beneath her veil, catching the light like strands of moonlight set aflame.

Each step she took radiated majesty and power, yet beneath her serene expression, there was a faint blush—an emotion no one thought she was capable of showing.

As the phoenix circled once before descending, the ground trembled faintly, and countless cultivators knelt unconsciously.

The majestic beast landed before the grand palace, and Iris lightly leapt down, her crimson robes fluttering in the air like falling petals. The scene was mesmerizing—ethereal, almost unreal.

Gasps and murmurs filled the city.

”I can’t believe it... I’m truly witnessing the Thousand Sword Fairy’s wedding in my lifetime!” one man exclaimed, his voice trembling with awe.

”Someone actually won her heart,” another said, shaking his head in disbelief. ”But then again... if it’s Master Riley, I suppose no one else could.”

”I just wish it could’ve been me,” a younger cultivator muttered wistfully, earning a few sympathetic laughs from those around him.

Countless men sighed in envy.

For years, Iris had been a symbol of purity and perfection—the untouchable fairy who stood far above the world, wielding her thousand blades and cutting down arrogance wherever it appeared.

Many had tried to court her, but none had ever succeeded.

Her heart had been colder than frost, her sword sharper than heaven’s edge.

And yet, today, that very fairy stood dressed in red, her gaze softening as she looked toward the man waiting at the altar.

Riley, in his resplendent groom attire, stood tall and unshakable, a faint smile touching his lips.

For a brief moment, the power that surrounded him and the divine aura of Iris intertwined, their energies dancing together in a harmonious rhythm.

The crowd could feel it—the resonance between them, like two celestial forces recognizing each other.

”They truly are a perfect pair,” whispered an elder from a righteous sect. ”He rules the earth... and she commands the skies.”

”Even the heavens approve,” another murmured, as the phoenix behind Iris let out a low, melodious cry that echoed across the world.

At that sound, spiritual energy blossomed through the city like a wave of life.

Flowers sprouted from the marble tiles, the air turned fragrant, and even the clouds above took on a rosy hue. It was as if the heavens themselves were blessing their union.

Iris slowly approached Riley, each step accompanied by the soft ringing of divine chimes.

When she finally stood before him, the noise of the crowd faded away.

Only the two of them seemed to exist in that moment—the ruler of Rice City and the fairy who had once lived for nothing but her sword.

***

The wedding celebration lasted an entire day, and the feast that followed stretched into a full week of unending merriment.

Every street in Rice City was alive with music, laughter, and the intoxicating aroma of wine and spirit-infused dishes.

Lanterns of jade and crimson light floated in the sky, painting the night in hues of celebration.

Within the grand pavilion, tables stretched as far as the eye could see.

Dishes crafted from spiritual beasts, fruits that glowed with Qi, and wines aged for centuries were served without end.

The cultivators, proud and arrogant as they were, indulged with gusto.

Yet beneath the joy and laughter, there was tension—a quiet storm brewing between rival factions seated side by side.

Trash talk filled the air like a low hum of thunder before the rain.

”Once this wedding’s over, I’ll make you a decoration in my hall,” one elder from a demonic sect sneered, taking a long drink from his cup.

”Fool!” came the retort from across the table, a righteous sect cultivator glaring daggers. ”I’ll chop you to pieces and feed your corpse to my fish.”

”I can’t wait to kill you,” a third added with a smile that was anything but friendly.

”Ha! You couldn’t kill me even if I stood still,” another jeered.

A wave of stifled laughter and murmurs spread around them.

The air crackled faintly with suppressed killing intent, but not a single person dared to release even a trace of spiritual power.

They all knew what it would mean to disrupt the wedding of Riley—the Ash Maker.

Stories of his wrath had already spread far and wide.

One fool had once dared to cause trouble during a minor celebration in the city; by dawn, only ashes remained.

Since then, the title ”Ash Maker” had become a warning whispered by all who valued their lives.

And so, the gathered cultivators resorted to the only kind of battle that wouldn’t invite annihilation—words and indulgence.

They bickered, insulted, and bragged, all while keeping their spiritual pressure tightly sealed.

What began as verbal sparring soon turned into a contest of appetite and endurance.

Cups clinked, platters emptied, and barrels of spirit wine vanished one after another.

”You call that drinking? My sect’s toddlers drink stronger stuff!”

”Say that again after you wake up tomorrow!”

”Coward—drink another jug if you dare!”

The night roared with laughter and the clash of prideful egos.

Some cultivators collapsed beneath the tables, others continued feasting long past reason, while a few old monsters quietly chuckled, watching the younger generation make fools of themselves.

Meanwhile, Riley sat at the highest seat beside his new bride, Iris, observing it all with a faint smile.

His sharp eyes missed nothing, yet he said little.

Everyone present knew that as long as he remained silent, all was well.

But if he so much as frowned, entire sects might vanish by morning.

Iris, in her crimson robes, smiled faintly as she watched the chaotic harmony unfold before her.

”Your city is... lively,” she said softly.

Riley chuckled, his gaze warm as he replied, ”Let them enjoy themselves. It’s not often the world gathers without spilling blood.”

For seven days and seven nights, Rice City shone brighter than ever before.

There were no duels, no fights—only celebration.

The righteous and the wicked, the noble and the rogue, all drank under the same roof, bound by one shared truth: none dared to challenge the man who made even the heavens tremble.

On the night of the eighth day, Riley and his new wife, Iris, were finally left alone in their wedding chamber. I

The festivities had faded, the laughter of guests now only a distant echo beyond the palace walls.

A soft glow from spirit lamps filled the room with warmth, casting gentle shadows that danced across the silken drapes and crimson bedding.

For the first time since their union, there were no eyes watching, no voices intruding—only the two of them.

The world outside seemed to hold its breath.

What followed that night was something words could never capture—a moment of tenderness, passion, and quiet understanding that would remain etched in their hearts forever.

It was a memory neither would forget for as long as they lived.