My Xianxia Harem Life

"Hmmm…" Riley stirred awake, his senses immediately assaulted by the tantalizing aroma of delicious food.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes, only to notice the sunken footprints in the stone floor—remnants of his struggle to control his overwhelming physical strength the night before.

Shaking his head, Riley stood and let his nose guide him. The scent led him to a grand dining hall nestled within the mountain.

The space was simple yet spacious, with sunlight streaming in through large windows, casting a warm glow over the scene.

"You're right on time, young master. The food is hot and ready to eat," Luna greeted him with a bright smile. Beads of sweat glistened on her skin, evidence of her efforts in the kitchen.

She wore a modest house robe, but it did little to hide her natural allure.

Riley's eyes widened as his gaze unintentionally landed on her figure. The robe clung to her curves, the neckline dipping just enough to reveal an enticing view of her cleavage.

Her sweat only added to the allure, accentuating the smooth, radiant surface of her skin. She shifted slightly, thrusting her chest forward, and Riley's heart skipped a beat.

"She's not even wearing a bra!" Riley's mind screamed in panic, and he felt an instant, undeniable reaction.

He swallowed hard, forcing his eyes downward to focus on her feet instead of the dangerously tempting sight before him.

"Thank you, Luna," Riley managed to say, his voice steady despite his internal turmoil.

Luna's smile widened as she served him with care, her movements graceful and deliberate. Riley sat at the dining table, where the aroma of freshly prepared dishes surrounded him.

Plates of steaming rice, fragrant stir-fried vegetables, and tender slices of meat were placed before him.

He took his first bite, and his eyes lit up.

"Hmmm… it's good!" Riley exclaimed, his tone filled with genuine appreciation. He dug in with gusto, eating like a man starved.

Each bite was a burst of flavor, and he couldn't help but marvel at Luna's cooking skills.

Luna watched him eat, a sense of satisfaction and pride evident on her face. She stood nearby, occasionally wiping her hands on her apron, but her eyes lingered on Riley.

"I'm glad you like it, young master," she said softly, her voice warm.

Riley, however, kept his focus firmly on his meal, determined not to let his gaze wander again.

Yet, in the back of his mind, he couldn't shake the image of Luna's teasing smile and her deliberate flaunting of her beauty.

As he finished his meal, he leaned back in his chair, feeling both satisfied and slightly frazzled. "Luna, you're an excellent cook," he said, finally daring to meet her gaze—though only briefly.

"Thank you, young master. It's my pleasure to serve you," Luna replied, her voice dripping with sweetness.

Riley cleared his throat, standing up quickly to avoid prolonging the moment. "I'll be in the Scripture Pavilion if you need me," he said, leaving the dining hall in haste.

"How are you planning to get to the sect, young master?" Luna called out, but Riley had already disappeared before she could finish her question.

With a sigh, Luna cleaned up the dishes, changed into her pristine inner disciple robes, and headed to the mountain's entrance.

Her flying sword, sleek and shimmering, hovered beside her, ready for use. She couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she waited.

"There's no way he can walk all the way to the sect grounds," she mused. The distance was immense—by foot, it would take him until nightfall to arrive.

Confident that Riley would soon realize this and call for her help, she settled in to wait.

Not long after, Luna spotted Riley approaching, his casual stride unhurried.

"Here he comes," she murmured with a sweet smile.

As Riley drew closer, she gestured toward her sword, which hummed softly in the air.

The silvery-white blade was an impressive 15 feet long and 6 feet wide, designed to accommodate both standing and seated passengers.

Of course, standing was far more stylish—a fact Luna always enjoyed showing off.

"I have my flying sword ready, young master. Please, step on," she offered warmly.

To her surprise, Riley simply grinned. "Thank you, Luna, but there's no need for that. I have my own means."

Before Luna could question him, Riley levitated effortlessly a few feet off the ground, hovering as if gravity itself had no claim over him. He smirked at her astonished expression, then added, "See you later—and please have dinner ready for me when I return. I'll bring back some gifts as thanks."

"BOOM!"

And with that, he shot into the sky like a meteor.

His figure became a streak of light as he soared at an incredible speed, far beyond anything Luna's flying sword could achieve at its fastest.

Luna stood frozen, her jaw dropping.

"Has he… has he reached the Golden Core Realm?" she muttered in disbelief.

She knew that only cultivators at the Golden Core Realm could achieve true flight without the aid of treasures or flying tools like swords.

The realization hit her like a thunderclap, and she shook her head in awe.

"I must be dreaming…" she whispered, yet the scene before her was unmistakably real. The sky seemed to glow in Riley's wake, his overwhelming power impossible to ignore.

As the streak of light faded into the horizon, Luna's thoughts raced. The young master she had so easily underestimated only days ago had completely shattered her expectations.

Her gaze lingered on the sky for a long moment, her evaluation of Riley shifting yet again.

"Who... no, is he really the same Riley Mason that the sect has been mocking all these years?" she wondered aloud, determination sparking in her eyes.

She turned back toward the mountain, her mind buzzing. If Riley truly was as powerful as he seemed, staying by his side might be the best decision she'd ever made.

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On the sect grounds, everyone was left stunned as Riley made his entrance in the most dramatic and stylish manner imaginable.