My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 347 Grandpa

The sheer weight of history within these evil sects—their collections of spirit stones, divine ores, sacred herbs, ancient manuals, and spiritual essences—was already enough to propel him into a realm that no one living had ever glimpsed.

A mere year passed, and Riley’s harvest was so great that the heavens themselves began to change.

Riley was outside the sect and hid in a secluded mountain teeming with monsters alone.

Dark clouds of tribulation gathered across the immortal skies, lightning bolts the size of continents streaking downward.

Mountains crumbled under the weight of his rising aura.

Oceans boiled, the rivers reversed their flow, and even the distant stars flickered nervously.

Every being in the realm, from mortal farmer to celestial emperor, felt their souls tremble.

And then—it happened.

His body erupted with power.

His flesh hardened into the indestructible fortress of the God Titan Physique, veins glowing like rivers of molten gold, each heartbeat echoing like thunder across the firmament.

His bones resounded with the tone of immortal bells, his marrow seethed with boundless vitality, and his blood carried the resonance of a primordial god.

With this final transformation, Riley became an entity of living perfection.

His cultivation rose alongside it, surging through layer after layer until there was nowhere higher to ascend.

He had broken through the chains of mortality, then immortality, and now stood alone at the realm of Apex Immortal Zenith—a height so unreachable that no living being in this world could contest him.

The skies cleared instantly, bowing in submission.

Tribulation lightning dared not strike him. Instead, it circled like loyal beasts before dispersing into silence.

The realm itself seemed to acknowledge his supremacy.

"Perfect." Riley smiled faintly, his eyes gleaming with supreme satisfaction.

His aura pulsed outward, and entire landscapes responded instinctively.

Mountains prostrated as if kneeling, vast rivers bent their flow toward him, and celestial beasts across the realm howled reverently into the night.

He stretched out his divine sense—endless, unstoppable.

In an instant, he brushed across every village, every sect, every peak, and every ocean.

He reached further, pushing through the fabric of space, until his sense blanketed the entire multiverse of this immortal realm.

Nothing escaped his notice: not the buzzing of insects, not the hidden vaults of gods, not even the faint sighs of forgotten spirits lingering between dimensions. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

And yet... the one he sought was absent.

"The owner of this realm..." Riley muttered, his gaze sharpening. No trace. No echo.

No shadow.

It was as though the master of this place had vanished into a layer beyond perception, hidden even from an apex being.

But Riley was not troubled. Instead, he chuckled, a deep, confident sound that reverberated through the stars.

"He’s probably shy." His smirk widened, radiating unshakable arrogance. "No worries. I have all the time in the world."

Slowly, his divine sense retracted, collapsing back into his body.

The immortal skies calmed, the stars regained their stillness, and balance returned.

Riley folded his arms behind his head, tilting his chin upward toward the endless void above.

For the first time, there was no rush. He had reached the summit.

Now, he could live. Truly live.

Yet deep within his heart, a certainty lingered, one born not of fate but of intuition sharpened by countless battles.

Sooner or later, an old man would come to him—frail in appearance, yet carrying a burden that could not be ignored.

He would beg Riley for help, offering promises, secrets, or perhaps even truths about the origin of this realm itself.

That encounter was inevitable.

Until then, Riley’s smile widened, his voice low and amused as he whispered to the silent universe:

"It’s time for me to have fun here."

***

Riley spent his days in the sect in peace.

Having already reached the peak of the world, he no longer needed to be cautious, and for the first time in what felt like ages, he allowed himself to simply enjoy life without worry.

"Come, wives. Let’s tour the sect and enjoy our time here," Riley said warmly, his gaze sweeping across the women beside him.

Aurora’s lips curved into a soft smile. "Husband, you’re done cultivating?" she asked with gentle curiosity.

"I am. I grew tired, so it’s time for me to relax," Riley replied with a rare look of ease.

His smile carried a warmth that softened the usual sharpness in his eyes.

Edith and Juliet soon joined them, both clearly delighted by his decision.

For too long, their days had revolved around training, duties, and caring for the children.

A day like this, free from burdens, felt like a small luxury.

They boarded a fine carriage drawn by spirit beasts, its polished wood inlaid with delicate patterns of silver and jade.

The group left their babies at home for now, knowing this was a rare chance to fully acquaint themselves with the Sacred Heart Sword Sect without distraction.

As the carriage rolled down the paved paths, the beauty of the sect unfolded before them.

Towering pavilions with crimson roofs and golden edges stood proudly against the backdrop of misty mountains.

Waterfalls cascaded down the cliffs, feeding streams that sparkled like liquid crystal as they wound their way through gardens filled with rare flowers.

Disciples in flowing robes passed by, bowing respectfully the moment they recognized Riley, though he paid the gestures little mind.

Aurora leaned against him, her eyes bright with wonder. "It’s even more beautiful than I imagined."

Juliet clasped Riley’s hand tightly, as though to savor the rare sense of togetherness.

Edith, meanwhile, studied everything with sharp eyes, her curiosity piqued by the grand formations etched subtly into the land itself, each humming with protective energy.

Riley sat back comfortably, content to watch his wives’ joy.

For him, the sect was familiar ground, yet seeing it anew through their eyes gave him a sense of serenity he hadn’t known he longed for.

Today wasn’t about power or cultivation—it was about living, about letting his family share in the heart of the world he now stood atop.

The carriage continued toward the heart of the sect, where the true splendor of the Sacred Heart Sword Sect awaited them.

When they arrived twenty minutes later, the group began their tour by visiting many of the sect’s famed pavilions.

Each structure seemed to carry its own history—majestic halls devoted to sword cultivation, serene gardens for meditation, and towering libraries filled with ancient scrolls.

"Greetings, Senior Disciple Riley," voices echoed repeatedly as they walked.

Every disciple they encountered stopped in their tracks to offer respectful bows.

Even though this was Riley’s first time descending from his cultivation mountain, his reputation preceded him.

Being the direct disciple of a venerable elder was no small matter; it marked him as someone destined for greatness, and none among the younger generation dared to risk offending him.

Riley accepted the greetings with a calm nod, neither arrogant nor overly humble.

His wives noticed the deference he received and exchanged knowing glances.

It was clear that Riley’s name carried a weight far greater than any of them had realized.

"I’m hungry. Let’s eat first," Riley said lightly, steering their outing into a more casual mood.

They entered one of the sect’s elegant dining halls, where spirit chefs prepared dishes infused with qi-rich ingredients.

Platters of glazed spiritual beast meat, fragrant rice glowing faintly with energy, and sweet fruits ripened in heavenly soil were brought to their table.

The flavors were exquisite, both nourishing and invigorating, leaving everyone satisfied yet refreshed.

After their meal, they strolled through the marketplace, browsing stalls where disciples sold talismans, spiritual herbs, and handmade trinkets.

Aurora lingered over a delicate jade hairpin, Juliet admired a fan inscribed with flowing calligraphy, while Edith carefully examined a small vial of medicinal elixir.

Their laughter and chatter drew attention, but disciples kept a respectful distance, whispering in awe at the sight of Riley walking openly with his wives.

By afternoon, however, Riley was not ready to return home. A mischievous gleam flickered in his eyes.

"Let’s try one more place," he suggested.

The carriage swayed gently as it carried them deeper into the sect until they arrived before a lavish building unlike any other—the renowned Pleasure Pavilion.

Its towering red pillars rose like guardians, draped with silken banners that shimmered in the sunlight.

Exotic incense drifted through the air, carrying a fragrance that was both calming and intoxicating.

The sound of soft music—flutes, zithers, and drums—flowed out from within, accompanied by the faint laughter of beautiful maidens entertaining guests.

Aurora arched a brow, clearly intrigued yet cautious.

"The Pleasure Pavilion? Husband, I didn’t expect you to bring us here."

Juliet blushed faintly but gripped Riley’s arm with curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

Edith, however, regarded the place with sharp scrutiny, as though she wanted to see for herself why this establishment held such fame within the sect.

"This is one of the most popular places in the sect," Riley said with an easy smile. "It would be a shame not to see it at least once."

Disciples passing by glanced at the group in astonishment.

The sight of Riley and his wives arriving together at such a place only added to his legend, sparking hushed conversations that spread quickly through the sect.

And so, with a confident stride, Riley led his wives through the open doors of the Pleasure Pavilion, ready to see for themselves what delights it held within.