With less than 1000 days left until I had to face the outside world again, I decided to focus more on the Soul Forging part of my cultivation. Yes, I had just obtained my 3rd level, which was already something unheard of for someone younger than 20 years old. And very rare, even under 100 years old.

  But the Soul Consolidation Mantra hinted at various soul objects or artifacts, maybe even organs, like my Dao Heart. The Mind Palace, the Soul Altar and the Astral Godhead. Thinking logically, a Mind Palace should be something like a memory vault, or a method to store memories, much like my Perfect Memory perk.

  Floating naked in my inner soul world, I touched the Vajra Tower and willed it to become a Mind Palace. A giant headache assaulted me, as if my mind was being drained and moved elsewhere, until the first floor of my soul tower transformed into an endless library, with uncountable rows of books lined as far as I could see.

  Curious, I picked up the first book, and began reading the Artisan child memories, before I had arrived. The sounds and scents of a small village called Stillwater, the taste of maternal milk...a child had few interesting things to recall.

  I skipped the next row of books and moved to the next. A small child watching his father hammer at various metal artifacts, weapons and tools, sometimes a jewelry box or even a glass orb with glowing runes inside. This was my Artisan background, but in far more detail than what I could remember.

  My kind mother refining pills of a dozen types, pretty much as good as I could do it already. She also failed most Xiantian pills, just like me.

  Next book had my older maternal Grandfather inscribing talismans and arrays, even a special formation to keep insects and vermin away. While the old man wasn't strong, he had skill and experience and never failed, not while the child was watching at least. Possibly an Intermediate Formation Master? I could already make better and far stronger arrays, but I still didn't have that level of skill.

  I left the Mental Palace floor, and moved to the second Tower Floor, and channeled my qi and willpower into creating my Soul Altar. More pain, and without my Unbreakable Willpower perk, I would have probably failed. The second Tower floor transformed into a temple hall, with a majestic altar at the center.

  I wiped my soul tears and stepped in front of the altar, then plunged my hand into the water basin filled with glowing Pure Yang energy. A cold but refreshing sensation flowed over me, gently purifying and strengthening my soul.

  At the same time, various memories of my soul cultivation experiences entered my mind, from simple meditation to dual cultivation with my girls and even the harsher beast soul absorption. This was possibly my upload link to the cloud server managing the souls in Samsara. Only now I could somewhat control the upload, and filter unneeded or unsavory bits. If I wanted to hide something, for example. I couldn't think why I would do that, but at least I could.

  Smiling bitterly, I moved to the last floor, and prepared to assemble my next organ, the Godhead. Then I thought better, I returned to my body, to find my old Grandpa examining me with inscrutable dead eyes.

  "Young Master, there are words of wisdom about patience and being prepared. I won't waste them on you." the old ghost spoke with a dismissive tone.

  "Hmmm. This little Saint is still a teenager for the next 6 months. He can act foolishly for a little while longer." I answered with a casual voice.

  The Spirit Artifact snorted, and shook his head. "The Mind Palace is a relatively easy mental technique, but the Soul Altar is the opposite. A tiny mistake could have your very reincarnation blocked forever. As for the Godhead..." he said with a warning voice.

  I raised an eyebrow and waited.

  "The Godhead is in the same class as the Dao Heart. You would better focus on obtaining the 7th level of Soul Forging before trying to establish a proper Godhead. Or just wait until Divine Realm to be safe." Grandpa advised me with a sigh at the end.

  I frowned at the delaying advice. Surely, this Astral Godhead was an important advancement for my soul cultivation. Why should I delay it? Grandpa wasn't the kind to give me advice to keep me safe or away from suffering. It was often the reverse.

  Pain builds character, or something of that sort.

  "You want me to experience more pain in the Soul Array?" I asked to make sure.

  Grandpa smiled thinly, then flew away like a ghost. Seems I hit the right answer.

  I just lay down on my special, expensive bed to think. That Demon Corporal was still too strong to defeat, even though I could withstand nine of its shouts already. Was it even a soul attack, or just a normal shout mildly empowered with a soul effect from a Divine level entity? Maybe an area of effect soul technique? I tended towards the latter explanation. Some kind of debilitating debuff used in large army battles.

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  Normal Divine soldiers wouldn't be experts at defending their souls, not if they were losing trillions of them in attritional warfare at the starfield gates. Thus, a squad of Demons would gain an advantage and likely defeat an enemy squad suffering from soul-shock.

  But Grandpa wasn't training me to become a cannon fodder soldier. I wasn't certain what the Divine equivalent of a Sword Saint was, but likely also someone able to defeat 50 enemy Divinities by himself. I liked the sound of that, quite a lot.

  A rapid knock on the door, then Amalia sneaked inside my room, and climbed in my bed.

  "Husband, you promised I would become a Saint..." she whispered while sneaking a hand into my pants to draw out my smaller brother.

  "It's barely been 2 days outside. And you agreed to cultivate in all three systems, not just Essence Gathering." I pointed out in a mild voice.

  She pouted for a second, then wrapped her pouting lips around my cockhead and began licking and slurping at it. "Muuh guug!" she mumbled with her mouth full.

  As the pleasant friction tingled my senses, another book began to fill inside my Mind Palace, while my Soul Altar glowed gently. Truth be told, Amalia was already at the peak of Xiantian in Body and Essence cultivation, and only her soul cultivation lagged behind, likely because of her young age, barely 2 years above mine.

  Her Myriad Toxin Body was a special physique that not only emitted poisons on demand, but also absorbed them for extra cultivation. Which would be great in the outside world, but inside the Heavengaze Tower, most toxins were absent.

  On the other hand, low-quality pills were not helping, since blocked meridians and a polluted dantian didn't help anyone. Amalia would need pure and high-quality toxins, not the junk residue inside bad pills. Possibly in the same manner as atomic reactors needing high-grade uranium, not a truck-load of minerals with traces of the stuff inside.

  I should buy some quality toxins from the Treasure House at my next visit.

  Circulating the Soul Consolidation Sutra, we fell into my inner world, where my room and bed were duplicated identically inside the Vajra Tower. Everything except clothes. We didn't need soul clothes.

  "I have an idea. Double soul input!" Amalia demanded while grinning wide, then drew two soul-dicks inside her mouth.

  I grinned even wider at her crazy demand, then began pumping my hips, and concocting a multi-taste cocktails for her pleasure.

  Apples and carrots, mango and papaya, blueberries and raspberries and so on. I could dial my soul glands to produce any taste, then observe her face and soul fluctuations for the result. My Perfect Memory perk was quite handy for this, as long forgotten yogurts recipes and fruit cocktails from another life were proven quite effective.

  "Mhmmm. Taste so good!" she exclaimed after slurping the latest mixed cocktail from my two cocks.

  I just waited, as her soul pulsed and rose, reaching the peak of Xiantian as well. She was almost ready now.

  "The next 1000 days, we will focus only on your Body Cultivation. Due to your special body, your Ascension has to start with the body." I said in a confident tone.

  Amalia placed a hand on her chest, and nodded slowly. "My soul...it has grown to the peak too?"

  With a blink of my eyes and a push of my willpower, we returned to our bodies. "Lay down on your back, my dear concubine."

  I demanded while positioning her body with the head hanging over the side of my bed. Then I plunged my dick deep into her throat, and grabbed her breasts in my palms.

  I was missing having sex for real, but in this way I got quite close to the real thing. Not that having a pretty woman gulping my dick wasn't great, either. I pumped my dick rapidly for a minute, then exploded with liquid love inside her stomach.

  Amalia sat up to digest and refine my potent Yang liquid, and in a few minutes, her cultivation grew a little. I say little, but it was likely 10 times more than regular cultivators could obtain by normally cultivating in one day. My own special Reaction Body was quite helpful for producing a refined Yang liquid after eating lots of herbs and pills, without any toxins.

  Placing my Nether Crystal between her breasts, I just waited until her cultivation was once more solidified into a firm foundation. I could see a few drops of sweat forming at her temples, but Amalia endured the pain like a champion.

  It was amazing really, to see something similar to my Unbreakable Willpower manifesting naturally in someone else.

  "You can come in, Ming." I said at random, and my eldest wife jumped inside from the window.

  "I still fail at the last ghost." Ming Yue complained and sat in my lap, mostly ignoring the newest harem member.

  Amalia opened her eyes, then extracted the crystal from its flesh cage, and dropped it between Ming's breasts. "Sister Ming, you lack a sword inside your heart. That's not something your husband can give you with his tasty dick." she explained in a polite voice, then left like a normal person using the door.

  I sighed inward, since Amalia was right, if a bit too blunt. "You have used a sword for much longer than me, my dear wife. You even have the Sword Aura, which is a rare thing among sword users." I said in a gentle voice, while playing with the twin puppies of my wife.

  "A sword in my heart? Is that...?" Ming mused in a far-away voice.

  "Not literal, no. Your human heart is an organ that pumps blood into the body. Don't confuse your human heart with a Dao Heart, like a mortal. We are talking about the Dao here, the Way you follow in life. If you follow the Way of Justice, then a sword is how you punish the criminals. If you follow the Way of War, then..." I spoke in a level voice, trying to be a bit abstract and mysterious.

  Ming Yue frowned, and leaned on my chest. "If only I was like Lin Fei. The Way of Bloodshed would be rather easy." she complained, missing the point entirely. Lin Fei was a hero, in his own misguided way.

  "If I was Grandpa, I would say that giving too much advice would be bad. Possibly fatal, if the wrong advice is obtained from the right words. Trust in me who trusts in you, my lovely wife. You already know what you want, deep into your heart." I added while sneaking a hand into her robes to play with a hard nipple.

  "...Pervert." she retorted in a blushing voice.

  My dick sprang to duty, encouraged by her words and demeanor. "It seems someone wants a pervert between her lips?"

  I asked with a grin.

  Ming just blushed harder, then leaned down to take my dick between her rosy lips. Guess I was right.