The spring wind called over a curtain of spring rain.0

Chen Ping'an was sitting under the eaves and flipping through the notes of a literati, and he stood up at this moment and reached forward to catch the raindrops.0

Before returning to the Ning Residence from the city wall, Chen Qingdu had asked Chen Ping'an whether he wanted to leave a bonded candle over there. That way, even if he died in battle to the south of the Great Wall, he would at least still have a second chance at life, even if the foundations of his Great Dao were damaged. 0

However, the first step of rubbing one's soul onto a tablet was very grueling, so grueling, in fact, that ordinary cultivators couldn't withstand the pain. When gods and deities in the Majestic World punished their subordinate ghosts and yin spirits by extracting their souls and using them as lamps, the torture didn't necessarily come completely from the pain, but rather from the extreme length of time that their souls were burned for. When looking at the short-term pain, the pain of this punishment didn't hold a candle to the pain of having one's soul etched onto a tablet.0

The second step was to light a candle at one's ancestral hall. After enduring the first step and completing the second, the biggest shortcoming of the bonded candle was how much it would cost to maintain. The candle wicks were crafted using a secret immortal technique, essentially meaning that cultivators would be burning a large amount of immortal coins each day. As such, it was generally only extremely wealthy sect-level forces in the Majestic World that would light bonded candles in the...6