My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 70 Placid

They boarded the flying boat, and the vast sky stretched endlessly before them.

The journey back to the Stone Mountain Sect would take three days, with nothing but the soft hum of the formation-driven vessel and the occasional passing of floating islands to break the monotony.

As the boat drifted smoothly through the clouds, Veronica leaned closer to Riley, her delicate fingers tracing idle patterns on his arm.

"Are you not worried about the Phantom Abyss Sect or the Prince Clan attacking, Riley?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

She had, of course, left the Drunken Immortal Pavilion behind to follow Riley. There was simply no turning back—her body and soul craved him.

She called it love, an intoxicating obsession that had reignited her spirit. Her days of mourning for her late husband were over.

Life was fleeting, and she refused to waste another moment dwelling on the past when her future lay beside Riley.

Riley smirked, his golden eyes flickering with amusement.

"Nope. I highly doubt either of them will act rashly. The Heavenly Sword Sect might have wanted to keep things quiet, but with Matriarch Daoist Silver Sword making an appearance, that alone is enough to shake the balance of power. Those two behemoths won’t dare move until they uncover the truth behind what transpired at the Seven Swords Grand Meet."

Veronica nodded thoughtfully, though a lingering trace of worry remained in her heart. She understood Riley wasn’t a man easily shaken, but the forces at play weren’t ordinary.

Even so, she trusted him completely.

What Riley didn’t reveal was the simple fact that the Prince Clan was already under his control. There was no need for his women to know; such matters were beneath their concern.

His plans had already been set in motion, and everything was falling into place exactly as he anticipated.

The next three days passed uneventfully, just as he had predicted. The sky remained clear, the boat sailed smoothly, and no unexpected attacks or obstacles arose.

His enemies lurked in the shadows, but they would not dare strike—not yet.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the flying boat, a hushed conversation took place between two young women.

"Leia, it’s hopeless," Chloe sighed dramatically, shaking her head.

"Elder Riley already has three drop-dead gorgeous women by his side. Even if you strip naked and throw yourself at him, he might not even glance at your so-called ’priceless treasures.’ He’s already busy with those three clinging to him night and day. I feel bad for you, my friend."

Leia’s expression remained composed, but a flicker of determination shone in her eyes. Chloe, while not unattractive herself, knew she couldn’t compare to Leia’s breathtaking beauty.

That was precisely why she was so eager to push Leia toward Elder Riley—if Leia succeeded, then as her closest companion, Chloe would surely reap the benefits as well.

Leia took a deep breath before responding, her voice calm yet resolute.

"It’s fine. I’ll make a direct approach when we return to the sect."

Chloe’s eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

Leia met her gaze without hesitation. "Of course."

If even Daoist Bright Moon—a woman of unparalleled elegance and prestige—could humble herself to the position of a mere bedwarmer, why should Leia hold onto meaningless pride?

The walls of her cold, aloof demeanor had already begun to crumble.

Her heart beat faster as she envisioned the path ahead. She had once sworn to remain unattached, to devote herself entirely to the dao.

But fate had a way of laughing at one’s convictions. Now, she was prepared to step forward, to abandon restraint and seize what she desired.

All she had to do was take that final step.

***

Three days later, the flying boat arrived back at the Stone Mountain Sect.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Katherine, Veronica, and Eve vanished like phantoms, guiding the flying boat’s descent over the sect with practiced ease.

It went without saying that these three, along with Elder Michael, had already mastered the Untraceable Mist Walker technique—far surpassing the sect’s 24 newer disciples in both skill and application.

Meanwhile, Riley did nothing. He simply leaned back, humming an old song he had once enjoyed on Earth. Even as the boat descended, everything had already been arranged for him.

All he needed to do was step down and go about his business.

As they landed, a group of elders rushed forward, their expressions filled with disbelief.

"What?! We won the Seven Swords Grand Meet?"

"I must be dreaming! Was there some kind of mistake?"

"Did they change the rules or the format of the fights?"

The elders bombarded them with questions, unable to believe the outcome. It didn’t take long for them to learn the truth.

New novel chapt𝒆rs are published on ƒгeewebnovёl.com.

The victory was entirely thanks to Elder Riley—and, more specifically, the powerful technique he had imparted to the disciples.

Realization dawned upon them, and soon, envy followed. If the disciples could achieve such results, then surely they, as elders, could benefit as well.

A few of them stepped forward, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Elder Riley," one of them began, stroking his beard.

"Would you be willing to share your technique with us as well? We, too, would like to master it."

Riley turned to them, his expression utterly indifferent.

"Sorry. My teaching days are over. I’m tired. I’m retired. Please go back, elders. I want to rest."

With that, he turned and walked away without sparing them another glance.

It wasn’t that he was being selfish—after all, he was still a disciple of the Stone Mountain Sect. He would let the sect prosper and would protect it when necessary.

But wasting his days teaching others? That had never been part of his dream.

There were far better ways to spend his time.

And later that night, the sweet, melodic moans echoing through the Thousand Stars Summit made it abundantly clear just what he preferred to do instead.

This symphony of passion played on from night until the first light of dawn. Riley was simply tireless in bed.