Chen Wei's days of confinement began.
Those days were a perfect blend of pain and pleasure.
The pleasure was real: beautiful mountains, clear waters, and a stunning immortal woman keeping him company every day.
But the pain was just as real.
Because he really was copying out the heavenly laws. It wasn't just for show. Using mortal brush and ink, he copied the "Heavenly Court Inspection Regulations" and the "Three Realms Immortals' Conduct Standards" onto sheets of rice paper, stroke by painstaking stroke.
A full hundred times.
Truth be told, Chen Wei had only himself to blame.
Originally, the Great Heavenly Venerable's Imperial Decree about reading and copying the heavenly laws every day had merely been a formality.
How could Yang Chan actually make Chen Wei copy them?
Naturally, she would have found some other punishment, like making him cook tangyuan with a different filling every day. His life would have been more heavenly than an immortal's.
Until the third day.
Yang Chan went to bathe in the Spirit Spring behind the mountain. Halfway through her soak, she asked Chen Wei to bring her Immortal Robe.
A man and a woman alone, bathing in the Spirit Spring.
And she wanted him to deliver clothes?
Of course Chen Wei didn't dare. To avoid any appearance of impropriety, he formed a hand seal for Remote Object Retrieval.
And then he suffered for it.
Invoking her authority as the Third Holy Mother, Yang Chan issued an Imperial Decree: as a serious offender of the Heavenly Court, Chen Wei had compounded his crimes by using immortal power without permission during his confinement!
Chen Wei was dumbstruck.
"Prisoners have no right to argue." With a wave of her little hand, Yang Chan passed sentence. "You will copy the heavenly laws a hundred times every day.