My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 105 Lunch
"…"
A heavy silence filled the air, thick with unspoken tension.
Then, within the confines of the coffin, the old man stirred.
His aged, withered fingers twitched slightly, and a faint ripple of energy spread outward.
He had activated his divine sense, a technique that allowed him to probe the cultivation base of others.
And yet—
His senses told him that Riley Mason was nothing more than a Golden Core realm cultivator.
Impossible.
The old man's ancient mind, sharpened by centuries of wisdom and experience, refused to accept such an absurd result.
He had personally heard of Riley Mason's meteoric rise. The feats alone spoke volumes:
A trash outer disciple, once dismissed by his own sect, had ascended in mere weeks to the rank of an Elder.
He had taught Dao Essence to mere children, something that even seasoned cultivators struggled to comprehend.
And most recently, the most baffling feat of all—he had subdued two Spirit Severing realm cultivators, Daoist Gentle Dream and Daoist White Snow, both renowned figures in their own right.
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This was not the work of a mere Golden Core cultivator.
No, there was only one reasonable explanation.
Some ancient monster had taken possession of Riley Mason's body.
An existence that had long surpassed the limits of ordinary cultivation.
An old monster that concealed its true power behind an unassuming facade.
Perhaps even someone who had transcended mortal understanding altogether.
The old man's heart trembled slightly at the thought. He had lived far too long to be reckless now.
If the being before him was truly an ancient powerhouse, then antagonizing him could mean instant annihilation—not just for himself but for his entire sect.
At that moment, he made his decision.
A show of humility was the only path forward.
The coffin trembled slightly before the old man's voice echoed through the air, steady and controlled despite his deteriorating condition.
"Then I must offer my sincerest apologies for wasting your time, Fellow Daoist." His words carried the weight of wisdom and caution.
"Regardless, the Phantom Abyss Sect wishes to extend a hand of friendship to your honored self."
At those words, the six powerful cultivators who had carried his coffin did not hesitate.
As if they had been given an unspoken command, they moved in perfect unison, their figures vanishing into the air as they soared toward the massive flying boat above.
The crowd below watched in awe, their breath held as the immense vessel began to shift.
The moment stretched—until suddenly, with an unnatural speed, the enormous flying ship vanished into the sky, leaving behind only a lingering pressure in the air.
The city remained frozen in stunned silence.
Only after several moments did the people dare to breathe again.
They whispered among themselves, glancing fearfully at Riley Mason.
He had just sent away the Phantom Abyss Sect without lifting a finger.
He had made a Void Tribulation powerhouse submit with mere words.
This wasn't just strength—this was the mark of absolute dominance.
As realization set in, a collective thought spread like wildfire through the gathered crowd.
Riley Mason was far more terrifying than any of them had ever imagined.
"I'm going to miss you, Riley. But go where you need to go and do what you must. Your mother and I will be waiting for you here." Riley's father spoke with a calm yet heavy heart, his voice steady but filled with emotion.
Riley smiled, nodding. "I know, Father."
Unlike ordinary mortals, he had the potential to live for thousands of years. But he refused to let time separate him from those he loved.
No matter what it took, he would ensure that his parents and those closest to him would accompany him on this journey—for a long, long time.
With that final exchange, Riley and his companions boarded their flying boat, ready to set off toward their next destination.
However, the moment they took to the skies, Riley's sharp senses picked up an unexpected presence aboard.
An uninvited guest.
He turned, eyes glinting with amusement as he spotted a familiar figure.
"Funny seeing you here, Daoist Gentle Dream. I don't recall inviting you on this trip." Riley chuckled, folding his arms as he regarded the woman with interest.
Gentle Dream sighed, her expression sorrowful yet oddly charming.
"Oh, but where else can I go, Young Master Riley?" She batted her eyelashes, her voice laced with both grievance and a hint of playful seduction.
"I was the one who informed our ancestor about your miraculous healing abilities. But since he received no treatment, the Phantom Abyss Sect has decided to punish me.
They expelled me, young master Riley."
She bit her lip, her delicate frame trembling slightly as she took a step closer.
"I'm homeless now, Young Master Riley. Do you truly have the heart to push away a helpless, defenseless, beautiful woman like me?"
Before Riley could respond, another voice scoffed from the side.
"More like a venomous snake."
Daoist White Snow had been silently observing the interaction, and now, her cold, piercing gaze landed on Gentle Dream with undisguised disdain.
Gentle Dream pouted, turning toward White Snow with mock hurt.
"You wound me, Daoist White Snow. How could you say that after everything we've been through?"
White Snow rolled her eyes. "Don't pretend. We all know why you're really here."
Riley merely shook his head.
He had already read Gentle Dream's memories. He knew the truth—her sect wasn't truly punishing her. They had merely sent her as a spy.
A pawn.
But Riley didn't care for the schemes of lesser beings. The plots of ants meant nothing to a dragon.
"Do whatever you want." He waved a hand dismissively, not even sparing Gentle Dream another glance.
Gentle Dream blinked, momentarily surprised by his indifference.
But then, a small smirk formed on her lips as she took her place aboard the ship.
Without another word, the flying boat surged forward, cutting through the skies at top speed as it raced toward its next destination—
The Stone Mountain Sect.
