Please, Immortals, Take Your Seats

On the night of the Winter Solstice, Chen Shou was publicly struck from the clan register by the clan chief: "You are born under an ill-starred fate. You may not take your place at the table." With nowhere else to turn, a character for "feast" burned into his palm, and he obtained a fragment of the Feast Register. While other cultivators meditate and seclude themselves to cultivate, he cultivates by attending feasts. Every funeral feast in the mortal world is connected to a lingering soul. Host a feast, and your cultivation rises by one level. But this trade has one rule: once the feast is over, everything must be cleaned up.