My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 114 Letters

One month had passed since the war, and under Riley's guidance and immense wealth, the two empires had managed to rise from the ashes.

Rebuilding their infrastructure and economy was the easy part; gold and resources could solve those issues quickly.

But the scars of war—the grief of those who had lost loved ones, the devastation of once-thriving cities, and the lingering fear of another conflict—would take far longer to heal.

During this time, Riley received a rather unexpected piece of news.

"Congratulations, Riley. It looks like you've got yourself two new empires under your name," Veronica said with a playful smirk.

"I hear the people have merged them into one and named it the Mason Empire." She chuckled, shaking her head at the foolishness of mortals.

"Imagine that—an entire empire named after you."

She found it amusing, considering how weak these nations were. They had no cultivators, no grand techniques, no divine weapons—just soldiers wielding swords, bows, and riding horses into battle.

Their way of fighting was primitive, almost laughable in a world where powerful cultivators could split mountains and shatter the heavens with a flick of their fingers.

"Mason Empire, huh?" Riley repeated, rolling the name over in his mind. A slow smile tugged at his lips.

"I like the sound of that."

It wasn't hard to understand why the leaders had done this. The rulers of the former empires had likely come together and made the decision out of desperation.

In a world teeming with monstrous beasts, celestial beings, and cultivators who could annihilate armies single-handedly, mere mortals had little hope of survival.

By naming the newly united empire after him, they were openly declaring their allegiance, hoping to secure his favor and protection.

It was a smart move. A political gambit. They were hugging the thigh of a powerful cultivator, placing their bets on his goodwill to keep them safe.

But Riley didn't mind. In fact, he found it amusing. He had always enjoyed helping the weak, and if lending his name to an empire brought peace to its people, then so be it.

Besides, there was nothing wrong with being good. It aligned with his nature—well, most of it.

He might have grown incredibly lewd over time, but deep down, he was still the same good-hearted soul who once called Earth his home.

Katherine, who had been quietly observing the conversation, suddenly let out a laugh.

"What's even more ridiculous is that they're calling you a saint now, Riley. Saint Riley—the savior of the empire." She shot him a teasing grin. "If only they knew what kind of monster you are in bed… I doubt they'd have the stomach to keep calling you that."

Riley smirked but didn't argue.

The three of them stood on a hill overlooking one of the many reconstruction sites. Below them, people worked tirelessly, rebuilding a grand church that had been destroyed during the war.

The sight of ordinary men and women lifting stones, hammering wood, and laying bricks was a stark contrast to the world Riley now lived in—a world where he could summon destruction with a single thought.

And yet, there was something admirable about their efforts. These people had no divine power, no supernatural strength, yet they persevered.

They rebuilt what was lost with nothing but their hands, their will, and their determination.

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This was just one of many construction projects. Across the empire, entire villages had been burned to the ground, cities reduced to rubble.

Families who had lost everything now struggled to rebuild their homes, their lives. It would take years, perhaps decades, before the Mason Empire truly stood on its own feet again.

But Riley would be watching.

And whether they called him a saint or something else entirely, he knew one thing for sure—his influence over this world was only beginning.

"Good luck being the father of more than 100 million souls, dear," Katherine teased, her voice laced with amusement.

Riley chuckled, shaking his head as Veronica smirked beside him.

"That's quite the responsibility, isn't it?" Veronica added, folding her arms. "Maybe they should start calling you Emperor Riley instead of Saint Riley."

"Please, don't give them any more ideas," Riley sighed, though he couldn't help but smile at their teasing.

The three of them laughed before making their way back to their base—a hastily constructed wooden mansion near the beach.

While it wasn't as grand as the palaces of cultivators or the ancient estates of noble families, it had its own charm.

Built with sturdy timber and designed with simplicity in mind, it blended well with the natural beauty surrounding it.

The location had been chosen specifically for its scenic view; the ocean stretched endlessly before them, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore brought a sense of peace.

With the beach right at their doorstep, they could swim whenever they pleased, enjoying moments of leisure between their responsibilities.

As they approached, the delicious aroma of roasting meat and freshly cooked dishes filled the air. The household was alive with activity as everyone busied themselves preparing dinner.

Laughter and conversation intertwined with the crackling of fire and the clinking of dishes.

Among the people bustling about were Fay and Leia. Despite being the women of the most powerful man in the land, they were working just like everyone else, helping with the cooking and serving.

They could have easily stepped back and let others do the work for them, but they chose to contribute, blending in rather than standing apart.

Perhaps it was due to their weaker cultivation levels compared to the others.

Among Riley's women, some had already reached heights where mortals could only dream, standing as warriors and figures of influence. Fay and Leia, however, were not as strong.

And though Riley had never treated them any differently, they still seemed to feel a quiet sense of inferiority.

But to him, none of that mattered. In his eyes, all his women were equal.

He had never cared about differences in power or status—each of them held a special place in his heart, and that was all that truly mattered.