My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 150 Return

Riley arched an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over them with amusement and growing desire. A slow smirk curled his lips as he took a step closer.

"Well, well, well," he mused, chuckling. "Is it my birthday?"

The women exchanged playful glances, their lips curving into knowing smiles.

Without another word, Riley shut the door behind him, sealing himself inside with the four beauties who had so eagerly awaited his return.

If they had gone through all this effort for him, who was he to deny them?

And as the night unfolded, Riley once again proved why he was a man worthy of their devotion.

For hours, their moans filled the chamber, their bodies entangled in a night of unparalleled pleasure.

And when dawn finally broke, they lay together, utterly spent yet completely satisfied, knowing that this was only the beginning.

***

Time passed slowly yet blissfully for Riley. Each day was filled with indulgence, pleasure, and the unwavering devotion of his many lovers.

They competed for his attention in playful yet seductive ways, their passion for him only growing stronger with time.

Every night was a new experience, filled with whispered promises, lingering touches, and the sweet sounds of satisfaction.

But while he enjoyed their affection, Riley never allowed himself to grow complacent.

He balanced his indulgent nights with rigorous training sessions alongside Bianca, his ever-diligent disciple.

She was relentless in her pursuit of knowledge, her hunger for mastery in medicine rivaling his own thirst for strength.

They trained together, pushing their limits, refining their skills.

Over time, Bianca had developed into a formidable healer, one whose reputation was steadily rising throughout the empire.

And so, a year passed in the Mason Empire.

The empire's grand anniversary arrived, bringing with it a celebration of unparalleled scale.

The streets were alive with music, laughter, and feasts fit for royalty.

Towering banners of gold and crimson fluttered in the breeze, fireworks lit up the night sky, and the air buzzed with excitement as citizens reveled in the festivities.

Nobles held lavish banquets, commoners drank and danced in the streets, and for a single day, all worries were set aside in favor of pure merriment.

Yet, amidst the joy and celebration, Bianca's mind was elsewhere.

She sat in Riley's chambers, unusually quiet. Her fingers drummed against the wooden table as she mulled over something that had been gnawing at her thoughts for months.

Finally, after a long moment of contemplation, she spoke.

"Master…" she began, her voice softer than usual. "Is it possible to bring the dead back to life?"

The question hung in the air, heavier than anything she had ever asked before.

For the past year, Bianca had poured herself into the study of medicine, achieving breakthroughs that once seemed impossible.

She had mastered techniques that defied logic, techniques that could heal wounds others deemed fatal.

But no matter how much she learned, no matter how skilled she became, she could not escape one undeniable truth—she had no power over death.

Or so she thought.

Riley turned to her, his gaze sharp and assessing. He did not speak immediately, taking a moment to read the depth of emotion in her eyes.

Finally, he answered, his voice calm yet absolute.

"Of course it's possible. Nothing is impossible in this world—as long as you have the imagination to create it."

Bianca's breath hitched. Her hands clenched into fists as a spark of hope ignited within her, growing into something brighter, something more desperate.

She had expected skepticism, doubt, perhaps even a dismissive remark telling her to stop chasing the impossible.

Instead, Riley spoke as if resurrection was merely another problem waiting to be solved, as if it were nothing more than a puzzle with a yet-undiscovered solution.

Her heart pounded.

If he believed it was possible, then maybe… just maybe, she had not been chasing a foolish dream.

But Riley sighed inwardly. He had seen that look before—the kind of reckless hope that could drive a person to do the unimaginable.

He already knew exactly where this was going.

Bianca's eyes shone with excitement as she leaned forward, her heart pounding in her chest.

The very idea of defying death itself sent a thrill through her veins.

"Can you teach me how to do it, Master?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

Riley exhaled softly, amused by her eagerness.

"Of course. What do you think I've been teaching you all this time?" He leaned back in his chair, studying her.

"You need to master the basics first—lay a solid foundation. Only then can you even dream of attempting something as complex as resurrection."

Bianca's breath hitched as she quickly bowed, her voice filled with reverence.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master!"

Riley waved a hand dismissively.

"No need for that. Just do your best, always. If you remain dedicated, you'll reach that level someday."

His words struck her like a hammer. This wasn't going to be a short journey.

It wasn't something she could learn in a matter of months or even years. It would take time—perhaps far longer than she had initially imagined.

"How long will it take for me to reach that level, Master?" she asked, a trace of uncertainty creeping into her voice.

Riley didn't answer right away. Instead, he turned his gaze toward her, his piercing eyes stripping away every layer of bravado she had.

Bianca swallowed hard.

She had experienced this sensation before—that feeling of being utterly exposed under Riley's gaze, as if every secret thought, every hidden doubt, and every hope she harbored were laid bare before him.

She clenched her fists, trying to steady herself, but the weight of his stare pressed down on her. It was a reminder of just how vast the gap between them still was.

Finally, Riley raised a single finger.

Bianca's heart pounded. Her lips parted slightly as she tried to guess his meaning.

"One year?" she asked, her voice laced with hope.

Riley said nothing.

Her throat tightened.

"One decade?" she tried again, feeling her initial excitement begin to wane.

Still, he remained silent, his finger unmoving.

Bianca's breath came slower now, realization creeping up on her like a slow, inevitable tide.

A shiver ran down her spine.