Why Endure the Hardships of Cultivation?

Shuangjiang asked tentatively, "How about I trade a large Golden Body Fragment for a little story about your Contract Binding, Old Ancestor Yin Guan?"

The story was hardly little.

Just to release the contract, Chen Ping'an had used an execution blade from the ancient Dragon Slaying Platform. He had used a sheet of Green Talisman Paper to hold his blood, taken a drop of blood essence from his heart, and stripped a wisp from each of his Three Souls and Seven Spirits to infuse into the signature at the end.

An ordinary Dao Cultivator's Contract Binding and Contract Release would never cause such a commotion.

If he passed up a bargain like this, Shuangjiang felt Heaven might strike him down.

Chen Ping'an had no interest in the bargain. With Chang Ming fellow Daoist, an incarnation of the Old Ancestor of Golden Essence copper coins, quite possibly becoming a registered guest of Luopo Mountain, he had a cornucopia at home. These days, Chen Ping'an considered himself thoroughly indifferent to fame and fortune; money would never blind him. The Execution Officer had left, and Old Deafy had followed. No matter how many legs the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures here grew, they could not run out of this prison world. Chen Ping'an had long wanted to ask the Old Great Sword Immortal why he had not emptied the place and handed everything to the Summer Palace to manage, or moved it to the Pill Workshop for disposal. Unfortunately, the Old Great Sword Immortal never gave him the chance. Whenever he appeared, things tended to end badly for Chen Ping'an. Even a mud bodhisattva had a little fire in him. Where couldn't Bao Fu Zhai open for business? Besides, the years ahead might stretch on without end. He needed something to do, like