My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 67 Edge

"She looks like a goddess descended to the mortal realm," another added, his eyes wide.

"She must be a high-level cultivator from a powerful sect. Someone like her wouldn’t visit our little Stone Mountain Sect otherwise," a third guessed, nodding as though trying to convince himself.

"Even if she’s here to challenge us, I wouldn’t mind losing to her. I’d be honored just to speak to her!"

A group of female disciples stood nearby, their reactions a mix of admiration and envy.

"How does someone look so perfect? It’s unfair!" one of them muttered, crossing her arms.

"Her spiritual aura is so refined. She’s not just beautiful; she’s powerful, too. You can feel it even from here," another whispered, biting her lip.

"Do you think she’s here to see Elder Michael? Or maybe Daoist Midnight Lotus?"

"No," a male disciple interrupted, shaking his head. "I believe she specifically came here for Elder Riley."

The mention of Riley’s name sent a new wave of murmurs through the courtyard.

"Elder Riley? Of course! Who else would attract a woman like that?"

"It’s always Elder Riley," someone grumbled in mock jealousy. "First the two beauties from yesterday, and now this goddess? Does the heavens just hand him blessings on a silver platter?"

As the chatter continued, the beautiful woman remained composed, her calm demeanor only adding to her ethereal charm.

She waited patiently, her gaze scanning the courtyard, her presence commanding without a single word.

Less than a dozen breaths later, some finally gathered the courage to address the beautiful woman.

"Daoist Bright Moon! You grace our humble courtyard with your presence! I am Elder Michael of the Stone Mountain Sect." Elder Michael panicked as he arrived and bowed deeply towards the stunning woman.

Daoist Bright Moon was only 100 years old today, yet she was already at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm. This was the same cultivation base as the Stone Mountain Sect Master, who was already more than 1,000 years old.

It was clear that Daoist Bright Moon’s talent and future were absolutely limitless. She was also the only daughter of the Heavenly Sword Sect Master, Nolan Shaper.

Her meteoric rise in cultivation had made her famous decades prior, her brilliance evident to all who witnessed her growth.

Elder Michael could already think of one or two reasons why Daoist Bright Moon had graced their sect with her presence today.

"Good morning, Elder Michael. I apologize for coming unannounced, but could you please summon Young Master Riley? I have something important to discuss with him," Daoist Bright Moon said.

"I will do so at once, Daoist Bright Moon." Elder Michael immediately rushed to deliver the message, his heart racing at the thought of failing such an esteemed figure.

A few minutes later, Elder Michael returned with an awkward smile.

"I apologize, Daoist Bright Moon, but Young Master Riley said it’s not yet time for him to accept visitors. He’s still eating breakfast," Elder Michael reported, clearly uncomfortable. He could only hope Daoist Bright Moon wouldn’t take offense.

"It’s a small matter, Elder Michael. It’s my fault for coming here without an invitation. I can wait," Daoist Bright Moon replied with a gentle smile. Her poise and grace made every male disciple’s heart leap.

"God, she’s beautiful!" one of the disciples couldn’t hold back, his voice filled with awe as he felt as though Cupid himself had struck his heart.

Daoist Bright Moon stood calmly amidst the crowd of male disciples, her serene smile betraying none of her thoughts as she waited patiently.

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Her presence alone commanded attention, her ethereal beauty and composed demeanor making her seem otherworldly.

The disciples exchanged whispers, their curiosity piqued by her mysterious air, but she paid them no mind.

Three hours later, Riley descended the steps with Katherine and Veronica walking beside him.

Riley looked refreshed, having shared a leisurely breakfast with his girlfriends before beginning their usual morning training routine.

As the three approached the training field, they were greeted with quiet murmurs from the disciples, their gazes shifting between the elegant Daoist Bright Moon and the striking trio that had just arrived.

The moment Katherine and Veronica laid eyes on Daoist Bright Moon, the atmosphere shifted. Subtle hostility sparked between the women, though none of them spoke.

Their glances, however, betrayed their thoughts: suspicion, wariness, and unspoken judgment.

They disliked one another instantly and for nearly identical reasons—each saw the others as a threat, vying for Riley’s attention.

Breaking the tense silence, Daoist Bright Moon stepped forward, her tone calm yet deliberate.

"Young Master Riley, I am Eve Shaper. I have something important to discuss with you. Could we speak in private?"

Katherine and Veronica’s gazes sharpened at the suggestion, but Riley raised a hand to forestall any reaction. He met Daoist Bright Moon’s gaze evenly and responded in an unhurried voice.

"Speak freely. I don’t like keeping secrets from anyone."

Unbeknownst to those present, Riley had already uncovered the entirety of Daoist Bright Moon’s intentions. Using his unique ability, he had copied her memories the moment they crossed paths.

He knew exactly why she was here and what she wanted. Normally, Riley had little patience for those who tried to manipulate or take advantage of him.

However, as his eyes lingered on her, her exceptional beauty softened his irritation, prompting him to hear her out.

The field grew silent, every pair of eyes fixed on Daoist Bright Moon.

Riley’s response had surprised her—she had clearly hoped for a private audience—but she quickly adjusted her composure. After a brief pause, she stepped forward again.

Then, to everyone’s shock,

Thud!

Daoist Bright Moon dropped to her knees, her elegant robes pooling on the dusty ground as she bowed deeply before Riley.

"Young Master Riley, please take me as your disciple," she said firmly, her voice carrying both humility and determination.

Her forehead touched the dirt, a gesture of absolute deference. The watching disciples gasped, their murmurs growing louder.

Katherine and Veronica exchanged incredulous looks, their expressions shifting from disdain to disbelief.