My Xianxia Harem Life

While Riley was silently chuckling to himself, savoring the triumph of sealing away the infinite wealth chest within his void sanctuary, the rest of the cultivators stood frozen in disbelief.

The abrupt closure of the secret realm had blindsided them.

Cries of frustration and disappointment echoed in the air, but Riley was already tuning them out.

His plan had gone perfectly.

Among those affected by this sudden turn of events were Diana and Riley's clone.

The two had remained calm throughout, their expressions unreadable as they hovered silently above the confused crowd.

"It's a pity," Diana finally said, breaking the silence as she cast one last glance at the now-vanished entrance to the secret realm.

"But I suppose all good things must come to an end."

Her voice held no regret, only a cool acceptance.

With a slow shake of her head, she began her descent from the sky.

Her long robes fluttered around her like silken wings, catching the fading spiritual energy that lingered in the air.

Riley followed a few steps behind, saying nothing.

His gaze was fixed forward, sharp and focused, as if already thinking ten moves ahead.

Once their feet touched the ground, they didn't stop.

The two figures blurred as they shot through the trees, moving with practiced ease.

The landscape flew past them—mountains, rivers, plains—all a blur as they raced deeper into the wilderness.

Whatever was waiting for them outside the secret realm, they knew it couldn't be ignored.

The trees thickened as they entered a secluded forest—an ancient, dangerous region where magical beasts roamed freely.

It was a place even seasoned cultivators avoided unless they had a death wish.

And yet, the forest was deathly still.

The usual rustle of foliage, the distant roars or growls of beasts—it was all absent.

Not a single creature dared make a sound.

The spiritual pressure emanating from Riley and Diana was so overwhelming, so absolute, that even the apex predators of this land cowered in fear.

A pair of glowing eyes blinked from behind the foliage, then vanished in an instant.

"They're watching," Diana murmured. "But they won't move unless they're desperate."

"Let them watch," Riley replied coolly. "It's good for them to remember what true power feels like."

Eventually, they slowed, arriving at a small, hidden clearing surrounded by trees as thick as fortress walls.

The light here barely pierced through the canopy above, giving the place an eerie, twilight atmosphere.

Riley stopped and looked around.

The forest, as if understanding the gravity of what was about to unfold, remained silent.

"So, will you finally tell me who you really are, Ben?" Diana's voice cut through the silence like a blade—calm, deliberate, but filled with quiet intensity.

They had been talking about trivial things for hours now, dancing around this unspoken truth like two warriors circling each other.

But she was done pretending.

Done hiding from the question that had haunted her ever since they met.

She had waited long enough.

She had watched this man fight. Watched him bleed.

Watched him smile and cry and laugh beside her.

She had seen the storm in his eyes and the calm after it.

There was something ancient in his soul.

Something that didn't match the carefree name he had given her.

"Ben" was too ordinary—too plain—for someone like him.

And now, standing just a few feet apart in the quiet clearing illuminated by silver moonlight, she finally felt certain of one thing: he was no ordinary man.

Diana's heart beat faster as she continued, "I've tried to figure you out, you know. Ever since we met. I've searched for clues, watched you carefully. Your power, your mannerisms, your restraint… None of it fits. You're far too strong to be just some wandering cultivator. And now… now that I can sense it clearly—your cultivation… It's the same as mine. Peak of the Void Tribulation Realm."

The wind rustled the leaves around them. Somewhere far off, an owl hooted.

But between the two of them, the silence was heavy, charged with unspoken truths and emotions left simmering just beneath the surface.

Finally, the man she knew as Ben gave a small smile—tinged with sadness and inevitability.

"You deserve the truth," he said softly.

His fingers rose to his face, and with deliberate slowness, he began to remove the simple mask that had shielded his identity all this time.

It felt like time stopped.

The mask slipped from his face, falling to the ground with a quiet rustle.

Diana's breath hitched.

"You're…" Her eyes widened, voice faltering as the reality of what she was seeing sank in.

The face beneath the mask was both familiar and legendary—one she had only glimpsed once before but she never forgot.

The face of a man feared and revered across countless realms just recently.

"I've heard the rumors," she whispered. "A man who commands dozens of clones, each as strong as the original… who walks through realms untouched, who disappears before anyone can track him."

She took a shaky step forward, heart pounding.

"Riley Mason."

She said the name, slowly, testing it on her tongue like a forbidden fruit.

It felt strange—foreign. But the more she looked at him, the more she saw the truth in it.

The way he stood, the quiet power in his presence, the mysterious smile… it all made sense now.

For a moment, she didn't know what to feel. Shock, disbelief, awe.

And then something warm flooded her chest—relief.

Because no matter who he was, no matter how many masks he wore or secrets he kept, one thing had never changed: the way he looked at her.

Like she was the only thing in the world worth protecting.

Diana's expression softened. A smile bloomed across her face, gentle and full of acceptance.

"You're Riley Mason… And I still love you."

Without giving him a chance to respond, she closed the distance between them in a heartbeat and threw herself into his arms.

Her body pressed against his, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and then she kissed him—fully, deeply, as if to pour every unsaid word, every unspoken emotion into that single moment.

And Riley kissed her back, his arms wrapping around her waist, holding her like she might disappear if he let go.

In that moment, it didn't matter what secrets were kept or names were hidden.

There was no Ben or Riley.

There was just the two of them—two souls colliding beneath the stars, bound not by identity, but by something far deeper.

Love.

The kiss ended several minutes later, slow and lingering, as if neither of them wanted to break the spell.

Their lips parted with a soft sound, their foreheads resting gently against each other.

Both of them were panting now, eyes glazed with heat, bodies practically trembling with desire.

The air around them felt heavier, charged with spiritual energy and raw, unfiltered lust.

Riley's hands slid to her waist, his fingers tightening slightly as he began to lower Diana onto the soft grass beneath them.

His breathing was ragged, and the hunger in his eyes made it clear what he wanted.

What he needed.

But just as his lips hovered over her neck, Diana placed a firm hand on his chest, stopping him in place.

"Wait," she whispered, her voice low and breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

The restraint in her tone clashed with the unmistakable need glistening in her eyes.

"Just one question before we go further."

Riley stilled, eyebrows raised slightly. "What is it?"

Diana's heart pounded as she looked at him, her voice trembling slightly—not from fear, but from anticipation and something far deeper.

"I need to know... are you really Riley? The real one? Or is this just another clone?"

For a second, silence reigned again between them.

Riley stared at her, then a slow, knowing grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"When it comes to battles or distractions, I sometimes send my clones," he said casually. "But when it comes to kissing… and making love," he leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, "I always use my true body. I wouldn't let one of them put a green hat on my head."

Diana blinked at him, surprised—and then laughed softly, shaking her head in exasperation and amusement.

"You're unbelievable."

"Only a little," he teased, brushing his fingers down her arm.

"Good," she whispered, her smile turning sultry. "Because I only want the real you."

With that, she reached up and began undressing, sliding her robe down her shoulders in one graceful motion.

The fabric fell around her feet, revealing her flawless curves bathed in soft moonlight.

Her skin glowed against the night, ethereal and inviting, and the look she gave him made Riley feel like the only man in the world.

He followed suit, discarding his own robes without ceremony, exposing a body tempered by cultivation, hardened by battle, but now softened by affection.

There were no words between them as they came together again, their bodies drawn by gravity stronger than the heavens themselves.

He lowered her onto the bed of grass, his lips finding hers once more—hungrier now, more desperate.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as his hands explored every inch of her body, rediscovering her with reverence and raw need.