"Are you truly the strongest cultivator in the Tower?" Amelia asked as she sat beside me and pressed her hand on my stomach, as if testing my abdomen for elasticity.

  "Strongest is a wide term, Miss Poison. If I wasn't immune to your gifts, then you would be stronger, right?" I asked a bit rhetorical.

  "...I also tested my gift on Lin Fei and he was strangely resistant, if not immune like you." Amelia added in a different tone. And since I didn't approve his kind of testing...

  "That idiot tried to hit on you?" I deduced with my amazing intellect.

  "Until he fell to the ground and puked his guts out, but yes. Not sure why he grabbed my chin without permission." Amelia whispered while grabbing my own chin for a kiss.

  Her lips tasted like medicinal plants, most likely a side effect of her Myriad Toxin Body.

  Instead of answering, I also held her chin gently and returned the kiss, while also placing the Nether Crystal between us. "So hard!" she quipped in a light tone, in a fake innuendo about something else.

  I blinked innocently, and began circulating my qi, while letting one hand wander lower and fondle her ass.

  Closing her eyes, Amelia also began cultivating, and enduring the pain with impressive willpower. Not a single groan, which wasn't natural for a mere Xiantian cultivator. Perhaps her strange body physique also had some bonuses regarding pain?

  I ran the mandatory 100 revolutions, then sank into my inner world with Amelia on top of me, but this time naked.

  "Where are we?" she asked while looking around in surprise.

  "My inner world. Those three members each taste differently." I pointed out with a glance at my spiritual dicks.

  Amelia lost her cool demeanor and blushed heavily, then hugged me tight for some reason. "Do I have to do that?" she demurred in a shy voice.

  "At least with one of them, yes. My wives love the taste, or so they say." I encouraged her with a grin.

  Amelia frowned and sneaked a hand low to grab the nearest dick and test its firmness. "That can't be sanitary."

  My mouth twisted in a smirk. "Do you think it's air you're breathing now?" I asked rhetorically.

  Her gray eyes widened for a minute, as she realized the truth. "We're both only naked souls in here. No air, not even real skin." she said in a wiser tone.

  "Yes, but not really. As a Xiantian cultivator, you already can feel your dantian, right? But the dantian is not a material object. Same with the meridians and later your Dao Heart." I pointed out, with a hand tapping my chest where my Sword Heart had appeared after gaining my Sword Saint rank.

  Amalia drew back a little to examine my full naked body, then chose another dick to play with. "I heard the New Moon Governor has a Dao Heart too. They are something rare, and precious." she whispered, a bit more impressed.

  "Rare, not at all. Anyone can gain a Dao Heart. It just takes practice." I answered wile closing my eyes and relaxing under her hand. A handjob was also a form of Soul Forging via souls interacting and creating friction.

  A few minutes later, a hot breath warmed the tip of my dick, as Amelia gathered sufficient courage to taste my dick.

  However, unlike other women doing this, I could feel my soul change and grow, while Amelia grabbed my two other spirit dicks as handlebars.

  One after another, my dicks blew up like fountains, splashing Amelia's face and chest with my Pure Yang, then the inside of her mouth.

  I opened my eyes as Amelia eagerly slurped each dick in turn for more tasty treasure. "Damn! How can it taste so good?" she asked in amazement, after licking clean all three dicks.

  "What do you think you're eating right now? That's my soul..." I answered with a light voice. Sadly, I couldn't do this with my real love liquids. Not yet anyway.

  My woman stopped to think for a minute, then sighed and embraced me once more. "Sorry, I was being an idiot. I knew this was your soul, but the carnal presentation..." she apologized in a low voice.

  "Indeed, I could serve you tea in here, and make it taste the same. But I wouldn't get the same pleasure." I admitted with a careless shrug.

  "Actually, I don't mind. My body being so toxic meant I never got to experience any love...until now." she said while blushing and hiding her face at my neck.

  "I'm certain your mother loved you." I commented instead.

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  "...She died giving birth to me." Amelia answered in a cold voice.

  Hmmm. That was actually a serious concern. How could her special body even exist, without her mother getting poisoned while pregnant?

  Unless something else killed the mother. Like a poison, but not the child. A poison that changed Amelia while she was a fetus?

  Come to think of it, I didn't even ask who she wanted to kill.

  "You want revenge for your mother's death? On the one who poisoned her, I suspect. " I asked gently.

  "You deduced this from a single sentence?" Amelia wondered as we returned to the Tower, both naked from the waist up.

  She had firm, orange-size breasts that matched her small body quite well. Instead of answering, I leaned closer to lick and taste her breasts, and this time Amelia moaned in pleasure. Repeated circles around her nipples turned them hard, just enough to grab in my mouth and suckle.

  "Oh, just like that!" she revealed in a horny voice, while my hands roamed all over her back and ass.

  I stopped for a minute to steal a long kiss. "Will you be my wife?" I asked curious, before returning to eat my fruits.

  Amelia hugged my head to her chest. "I don't have much choice, with my toxic body. Not if I ever want to feel loved again." she said in a hesitant voice.

  I kept sucking her breasts for a while, until she was hot and flushed with sweat. "I worded my question wrong, sorry. You have a choice between being a wife, a concubine, or simply a friend with benefits. I still get your body, in either ways." I explained politely.

  "...What benefits?" Amelia asked rather directly.

  "Cultivation resources, enough to make you a Saint." I said with a level voice. I couldn't afford too much emotional investment into someone that wasn't here for me.

  "Harsh. But I can see someone greedy for resources selling themselves like that. A lot of someones." Amelia mused in a thoughtful voice.

  Plenty of cultivator sects operated on this exact principle, trading benefits from Elders to disciples and then back, once the disciple became able to return the favors. Or in the case of demonic sects, until the disciple became strong enough to kill and replace their Elder. I was fine either way.

  Amelia way of answering surprised me for a second, as she bent down to extract my dick from my pants, then started slurping on it like a lollipop.

  She had a bit of loli vibes too, with her diminutive stature and young body, but that only made her more exciting. I had a few wives with generous breasts already, I could also try the small size for a change.

  The real thing was pleasant too, if a bit more messy once I blew my load into her mouth. Amelia slurped my Yang liquid without complaint, then returned into my arms to lick her lips and digest her prize. "Warm and salty, with a taste of pills and medicine." she confirmed with a curious tone.

  I just fondled her ass cheeks for a few minutes, enjoying the elastic springy feel. "That was it for today. Go and cultivate now, and come back tomorrow." I told her just as Grandpa appeared at my window.

  Amelia stood up and measured my body with new eyes, then sighed. "We'll try that concubine thing for now. Don't want to make you a widower if I die in my mission." she said in a level voice, then walked out the door while tying her robes.

  My room lit up with purple sigils as Grandpa flew inside. "Seven Divine Swords, Young Master?" he asked in a mild tone.

  "Yes, and each attuned to a different element. And maybe a weapon for Amelia as well. You would know better what she needs." I proposed with a

  calm tone, while taking out the Crimson Iron beam from my ring.

  "This would be a waste if you didn't have more Divine metals." Grandpa nodded as the metal beam flew into a green array and vanished.

  I just held my Nether Crystal out in my palm. "These kinds of treasures must be rare, even in the starfields, right?" I asked instead.

  "Yes, and no. Normal people don't have access to such luxuries, but they don't need them either. Big sects or galactic armies already have much better stuff, while the starfield rulers have also access to universe treasures, true treasures and pinnacle treasures like this Tower. Well, maybe not like this Tower, exactly." Grandpa said with a joking voice, while producing a few holographic swords for me to chose from.

  I went with the fanciest, dragon-inscripted model on the pommel, as well as a snarling lion, a crouching tiger and a howling wolf. "Four dragons in different colors, plus a few regular beasts. The dragon heads will increase the auction price quite a lot."

  Grandpa just grinned, as I added bits of fangs and fur from my treasure vault, as well as a Dragon scale for the sword pommels. "Spending 10 billion spirit stones will not be easy, Young Master." he warned me in amusement, then vanished to start his crafting magic.

  I barely closed my eyes to rest, when a gentle knock on my door woke me up. "Come in!" I yelled while lazily wrapping my robes on top.

  Miss Mei poked her head inside my room, then sneakily entered and closed the door, holding it close with her body as if someone might break in.

  Hmmm. It had been 200 days since this girl had entered my Tower, but she kept quiet and only trained, without much success.

  I examined her from head to toe, paying a closer attention now that she seemed interested in me. Her long white robes hid her body right now, but her dark black eyes and long hair with a pair of bangs framing her face gave her an enchanting grace.

  "Miss Mei, how do you like my Tower?" I asked politely, even raising a bit from my pillow.

  "...are you naked under that pile of robes?" she asked with an amused voice.

  Well, I had my pants on, so no. "That depends, do you want to snuggle under these robes with me?" I wondered with a treasing voice.

  Mei bit her upper lip, then walked to my bed and sat down and peeked a little from above. "I see some skin. Hmmm. Amalia seemed quite happy coming out." she tested with a cute eye bat, which might have worked on Lin Fei or another idiot.

  "You want to know the secret of beating the ghost Saints?" I asked gently, and offered her a small tunnel to crawl inside my robe tent.

  Mei nodded and followed the route, crawing in my arms and under the baggy robes. Now that we were in close contact, I coud feel her soft mounds press into my chest, perhaps as large as Ming.

  "What is the secret, Young Master?" Mei asked while teasing my chest with her nails.

  "There are several steps. First you need a good combat technique, and enough practice to achive Transcendence. Then you need a Saint Soul. And lastly, you need to form your Dao Heart." I answered as her knee crawled higher and rubbed my dick for some reason.

  Mei frowned for a minute, then sobbed and hugged me hard. "Young Master! I'm hopeless then. Please help me." she pleaded in a fake tone of despair.

  "It is good that you know what you need. But my help is not free..." I started saying when Mei leaned closer and captured my lips in an eager kiss.

  Well then. I should help this damsel in distress, like a brave knight in shining...naked skin.