My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 86 Stain
"Basil, bay leaves, garlic, onion, and a pinch of salt—mix them together, crush them well, then pour in one cup of water," Riley instructed, his tone calm yet authoritative.
"Once the mixture is ready, bury it in soil dense with death qi and let it rest undisturbed for three days. When the time is up, drink the liquid, and your abdominal pain will be gone."
Beside him, an attendant swiftly transcribed the remedy onto a piece of paper, ensuring every detail was recorded accurately.
With practiced efficiency, he handed the note to the patient, who bowed gratefully before stepping aside.
"Next!" another attendant called out, his voice echoing through the modest but bustling clinic.
A middle-aged man approached, his steps slow and weary. His face bore the weight of exhaustion, deep lines creasing his forehead.
"Good morning, Young Master Riley," he greeted, his voice tinged with fatigue.
"Lately, I’ve been feeling down. No matter what I do, I have no motivation to continue through life. Everything feels empty and dull, like I’m just drifting without purpose."
Riley observed him for a moment, tapping his fingers lightly on the wooden table.
"Oh… that’s a tricky one," he admitted.
"Your spirit is weighed down, but the body and mind are deeply connected. You need chamomile, garlic, ginger, lavender, rosemary, thyme, and turmeric."
The man listened intently as Riley continued,
"Boil them together in fresh water until the aroma fills the air. Let the steam soothe you as it brews. Drink it warm, morning and night, and with time, the heaviness in your heart will lighten."
The attendant scribbled down the instructions, neatly folding the paper before passing it to the man.
"Thank you, Young Master Riley," he murmured, clutching the note with both hands.
Riley simply nodded, already turning his attention to the next patient. His work was far from over.
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With each person Riley healed, Daoist Gentle Dream found herself increasingly astonished.
"So healing can be done like this too?" she marveled. Despite having lived for more than 2,500 years, she had never encountered such unorthodox yet effective prescriptions.
She had studied countless medical techniques, learned from grandmasters, and even seen miraculous healing arts that defied logic—but nothing compared to what she was witnessing now.
Riley’s methods were unlike anything recorded in ancient texts.
His remedies defied conventional alchemy, rejecting expensive spirit herbs and divine pills in favor of ordinary ingredients, yet they worked as if they contained the essence of the heavens.
Even more baffling was how effortlessly he diagnosed ailments, as if he could see through the body with a single glance.
If only she knew that Riley could even raise the dead with a mere touch then her shock would have been much greater than today.
If that revelation ever came to light, even the most esteemed immortals and sect leaders would flock to him, bowing their heads in reverence.
She had seen people bring back the dead before—but always at a great cost, using forbidden techniques or sacrificing something in return. And the dead always came back flawed.
Yet, if this truth would come to light, Riley would no doubt have lots of troubles at his doorsteps.
His hands alone held the power of life and death.
"Next!"
The line of patients stretched endlessly. Some had traveled for days just to see Riley, their expressions filled with desperation and hope.
Among them, a flock of cultivators stood silently.
Though they were used to getting preferential treatment in most places, none dared to cause trouble here.
The reason? A certain infamous incident just days ago.
A group of arrogant cultivators had tried to cut in line, believing their status gave them the right to be treated first.
But before they could even finish their demands, Eve had personally intervened.
Without hesitation, she had beaten them to a pulp, sending them flying out of the clinic with broken limbs and shattered pride.
Even worse, Riley had declared them permanently banned from the hospital.
No medicine, no healing, not even a glance at their injuries.
It was a punishment worse than death for those who relied on their strength to survive.
That story spread like wildfire, and now, not a single cultivator dared to step out of line.
They stood humbly, waiting their turn just like everyone else.
And so the day continued. From sunrise to sunset, Riley healed without pause.
There was no sign of exhaustion on his face, no complaint in his voice.
It was as if healing was as natural to him as breathing.
"Go home, come back tomorrow, and I’ll heal you all," Riley finally announced as night fell, his voice firm yet gentle.
A wave of gratitude swept through the crowd.
"Thank you for your hard work, Young Master Riley!"
"May you be blessed a thousand times over!"
Despite the long wait, not a single person complained. They had seen miracles today.
Even those who hadn’t received treatment yet were willing to return tomorrow without hesitation.
Riley’s presence alone reassured them.
Of course, Riley had made sure that those on the verge of death were treated first, no matter how late they arrived.
Life was precious—he would never let someone die just because they were too late in line.
As the last patient departed and the clinic finally fell silent, Daoist Gentle Dream remained standing there, lost in thought.
She had seen healers, doctors, and even divine physicians in her lifetime. But Riley?
He was something else entirely.
"You have a heart that can embrace the whole world, Young Master Riley—a true saint in the flesh. This city and its people are fortunate to have you," Daoist Gentle Dream praised, her voice carrying a rare note of sincerity.
"I’m awesome, ain’t I?" Riley chuckled, shaking his head. He wasn’t fooled by her flattery.
He could already tell that behind her composed expression, the mind of this wickedly wise woman was racing at light speed.
Daoist Gentle Dream wasn’t the type to admire someone without reason—she was already scheming, weaving plots to take advantage of the situation.
Still, he didn’t particularly care.
With that, he turned and left, unconcerned by the knowing gleam in her eyes.
As expected, Daoist Gentle Dream didn’t follow openly, but she made no attempt to hide her continued interest.
She sent a message back to her sect, though what exactly she reported was unknown.
But instead of leaving, she remained, silently observing Riley from the shadows.
What she saw next only deepened her intrigue.
After a long day of healing, Riley treated himself to a grand feast, eating with the unrestrained appetite of a man who had no worries.
Plates of food vanished before him, each bite taken with the same casual enjoyment he seemed to approach everything with.
His relaxed, almost careless demeanor was something Daoist Gentle Dream found… familiar.
"A man who can overturn the heavens really had no reason to worry…" she mused.
But it was what happened afterward that truly left her stunned.
After satisfying his hunger, Riley moved on to another indulgence—his lovers.
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One after another, they entered his chambers, and Daoist Gentle Dream, against her better judgment, continued to watch.
What she saw made even her, an ancient soul untouched by mortal desires, blush like a maiden.
Riley wasn’t just skilled—he was unnatural. His stamina seemed boundless, his movements fluid and precise, as if he knew exactly how to unravel a woman’s body with the faintest touch.
His lovers melted under him, their moans of pleasure filling the room, completely lost to the world in his embrace.
Even a woman as old as she, who had long surpassed the mortal realm’s fleeting desires, found herself captivated.
Her gaze drifted lower, and her breath hitched.
"How can a cock grow that big?!" she muttered in shock.
Her heart pounded in her chest. She had encountered divine beasts, mythical creatures, and ancient demons, yet never—not once—had she seen something so… impossibly large.
For the first time in centuries, Daoist Gentle Dream found herself genuinely speechless.
More than that, an unwelcome sensation crept over her—a slow, insidious warmth pooling between her legs.
It was subtle at first, a mere tingle, but as she continued watching the scene unfold behind the closed doors of Riley’s home, that warmth grew into something undeniable. Explore more stories with novelbuddy
Wetness gathered, her core aching with a need she hadn’t felt in centuries.
"Why am I feeling this way?" she thought, utterly stunned. This was the second time she felt this. The first was of course last night when she spied first on Riley and company.
Her breathing became uneven, her usually unshakable composure cracking as a foreign heat spread through her body.
She shifted slightly, pressing her thighs together in a futile attempt to suppress the growing sensation, but it only seemed to make things worse.
This was absurd. She last felt this when she was still a newbie in the world of cultivation.
She had lived for over two thousand years. As a powerful cultivator, she had long since honed her senses and emotions to an inhuman degree.
