Chapter 285: Chapter 285 Swan
Riley returned to his wives aboard the vast flying boat that sailed through the skies like a sovereign of the heavens.
The view beyond the crystal-paneled walls was breathtaking—an endless sea of clouds bathed in golden twilight—but inside the master chamber, something far more intimate was about to unfold.
After three days apart, tension and longing had built up among them like coiled springs.
As soon as the door slid shut behind him, the atmosphere changed.
Riley didn’t need to say a word.
His eyes met his wives’ and the flushed cheeks of the others—and in an instant, bodies collided in a feverish embrace.
Clothes came off like falling petals, and laughter mingled with gasps as they tumbled onto the bed.
It was no ordinary bed—it floated slightly above the floor, suspended by soft spiritual energy, enchanted to adapt to their every whim.
What followed was less of a reunion and more of a celebration—one of flesh, soul, and affection.
Their love-making was fierce and unrestrained, yet filled with tenderness, as if they were rediscovering each other with every touch.
Hours passed unnoticed.
The chamber grew warm with the scent of skin and arousal, and the moans of ecstasy echoed like music across the room.
Eventually, the tempo slowed, their passion giving way to soft kisses and the quiet intimacy of shared breath.
As they rested in each other’s arms, draped in silken sheets and surrounded by the fading glow of spirit lanterns, a question surfaced—one that had been burning in everyone’s minds.
"What did you give that man, Riley?" Eve asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her head rested on his chest, fingers tracing idle circles along his skin.
Around them, the others perked up, eyes curious.
Even the most bashful of his wives leaned in, eager for an answer.
Riley chuckled, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
"Just a piece of metal," he said casually.
"A piece of metal?" Eve echoed, raising an eyebrow.
"Mhm," Riley confirmed. "A relic from myth, really. Something said to be unbreakable. Indestructible, even. At least, that’s what cultivators here believe. It’s rare—extremely rare—but not entirely unique where I come from."
The room went quiet for a moment.
That kind of material—something that could make even a true immortal show such excitement—was practically unheard of.
"Do you have more of that metal, husband?" Elsa asked, her voice eager, eyes lighting up with excitement.
Riley turned to her, amused. "And what would you even do with it, hmm?" he teased.
"I don’t know! Forge something incredible. A sword, maybe. Or armor..." Her imagination was already running wild.
He laughed again, leaning over to press a kiss to her bare shoulder.
"You don’t need that kind of metal, Elsa," he said smoothly.
"What you need is already right here." He gently took her hand and placed it over his heart.
"Solid. Powerful. Dependable. And only yours."
Elsa blushed, smiling shyly. "You’re such a flirt."
"Only with you," he murmured.
Then, without another word, Riley rolled over and climbed atop her, his movements slow but deliberate.
She welcomed him with open arms and a delighted giggle, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Once more, the chamber filled with the sounds of love and longing.
The others watched with amusement, then gradually joined in, drawn by the heat of passion and the unspoken bond they all shared.
It became a new round of wild indulgence, one that stretched deep into the night.
By the time they all lay tangled together once more, breathless and sated, dawn had begun to break outside the flying boat.
The skies were painted in soft hues of rose and gold, but inside, all was still—save for the gentle rise and fall of slumbering forms and the lingering warmth of love.
When they finally arrived back at the Immortal Raven Clan, the grand flying boat slowly descended over the ancient floating palace, its shadow casting a majestic veil across the land.
The arrival was met with awe.
The clan and elders alike looked up to see not only the return of their own but also the presence of a legendary figure—Riley, the one who had shaken the upper realms and now stood at the very heart of their domain.
Among the passengers, Ruby stood at the edge of the deck, gripping the rail tightly as her eyes swept across the familiar landscape of her homeland.
It had been so long, so chaotic, so uncertain. And yet now, she was home... and she was free.
She turned to Riley, her emotions threatening to spill over.
"I still can’t believe this is real," she murmured. Her lips trembled as she bowed deeply, her voice cracking slightly.
"Thank you, young master Riley. Thank you so much—for everything. I owe you more than I can ever repay."
Riley gave her a calm smile and gestured for her to rise.
"No need for all that, Ruby. You served well. Faithfully. You never once betrayed me, even when the days were boring. That alone deserves recognition."
She opened her mouth to speak again, but he raised a hand to stop her.
"You’ve returned to your clan, and your service is done. Ruby Raven, from this moment forward, you are no longer my maid. You’re a free woman, and your life is yours to command."
Her eyes widened slightly, overwhelmed by the finality of those words.
He wasn’t just letting her go—he was giving her a future.
But Riley wasn’t finished.
He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a more serious tone.
"But before you go, I have one last piece of advice for you. Don’t run from your problems anymore. The first time, maybe it was fear. Maybe it was despair. But if you keep doing that, you’ll never overcome the barriers in your heart. And one day, it may become a heart demon—a shadow that haunts your soul. And if that happens, you’ll never break through to the True Immortal Realm."
Ruby’s lips parted in shock. She hadn’t expected such insight—or such genuine concern.
She slowly nodded, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"I understand," she said softly. "I’ll never forget your words, young master. I promise... I’ll live with no regrets from now on."
Riley nodded, satisfied. "Good. That’s all I wanted to hear."
With the matter settled, Riley turned his attention to the larger task at hand.
Standing tall on the flying boat’s platform, he raised his hand, and the air shimmered with radiant energy.
In the next moment, a glowing rift opened behind him, and from it poured forth a veritable flood of life.
Millions of people stepped out from Riley’s soul space, blinking under the bright sky.
The void sanctuary was no more as he relocated everyone to his soul space.
Cultivators of all backgrounds—from the struggling mortals of the lower realm to rising geniuses who had followed him in silence—now found themselves standing on the sacred grounds of the Immortal Raven Clan.
Cries of joy rang out. Many fell to their knees in reverence, overcome by emotion.
"We’re out!"
"This... this place... it’s heaven!"
"I can feel the spiritual energy—it’s so pure!"
The elders of the Raven Clan watched with curiosity and awe.
Though wary at first, they quickly realized that these were not invaders or intruders, but grateful souls blessed by Riley’s mercy.
With trillions of years behind them, and boundless land at their disposal, accommodating a few million cultivators was nothing.
Mountain ranges, spirit valleys, and ancient fields were quickly allocated to house the new arrivals.
And amid the joyful chaos, voices rose in unison to praise the man who had given them a second chance.
"Thank you, Master Riley!"
"I’ll be a cow or horse for you in this life and the next!"
"Just say the word, and I’ll give you my everything!"
"I’ll follow you to the ends of the universe, Master!"
Riley stood quietly, arms crossed behind his back, his long robe fluttering gently in the breeze.
He said nothing, but a faint smile touched his lips.
These people—once bound by fate, poverty, and limitation—now had the freedom to rise.
He had given them the stage. What they did with it was up to them.
To the Raven Clan, it was a stunning show of power and benevolence.
Even the high elders, who usually held themselves in aloof silence, nodded subtly in approval.
Whispers spread quickly—of how Riley had not only ascended through the heavens but brought countless others along with him.
He was not merely a cultivator. He was a legend in the making.
And as night fell and the stars began to shine over the vast domain of the Raven Clan, one truth became clear:
Riley’s presence would forever be etched into their history—not as a guest, but as a force that had changed their world.
"Whatever Master Riley asks for, grant it without hesitation," Evangeline commanded, her voice clear and resolute as she addressed her people.
"We hear and obey," the elders and clan members responded in unison, bowing their heads respectfully.