So he remembered the fire-breathing rabbit he had killed, and that dead bat—he hadn’t put it into his Sumeru Ring, finding it disgusting.

However, he did put the rabbit in, thinking maybe it could be eaten.

Casually asking around, he learned that the rabbit wasn’t poisonous and could be eaten, but those cultivating cold-attribute techniques should eat less of it.

Then he spent three spirit stones to buy some meat and put it into the Sumeru Ring, spent one spirit stone to treat the woman to a meal, two for lodging, and the next day gave the woman another spirit stone as a tip, leaving him with only three spirit stones in hand.

Living in the Immortal Realm was truly not easy.

His spider silk still hadn’t been redeemed, but he wasn’t in a hurry—he had a month’s worth of work, and could redeem it for three spirit stones. If he redeemed it now, he’d be penniless again.

But Andrew Brooks felt it was all worth it, because after meditating for a night, he vaguely sensed he was on the verge of breaking through to Level Two Wandering Immortal. After all, he had only seriously cultivated in the Immortal Realm for half a day.

High investment often means high returns.

The next day, after checking out, he used a disposable lighter to exchange for the right to drink tea at a tea stall for half a day—there were many here who could use fire-type immortal arts, but to produce fire without any immortal energy fluctuations was a rare little gadget.

During this half day, he finished reading the book in his hand and memorized it thoroughly, then went to the mission courtyard again.

After some consideration, he chose another life-type mission—hunting for the antlers of a Thunder Deer.

The Thunder Deer was a Level Two wild beast, extremely fast, capable of releasing lightning in an instant. Generally, even Level Five Wandering Immortals couldn’t do anything to them—after the lightning strike, the person hit would be paralyzed for a while, and by then, the deer would have long escaped.

The antlers of the Thunder Deer contained pure lightning power, making them perfect for low-level lightning cultivators to use for training.

But the deer was also peculiar, as if it deeply understood the saying “the elephant is killed for its tusks, the clam is cut open for its pearl.” When it couldn’t escape in time, it would release lightning between its antlers, destroying its own foundation and leaving the hunter empty-handed.

Andrew Brooks was a Level One Wandering Immortal, posing no real threat to the Thunder Deer, but after learning more about this world, he realized… he might be able to kill monsters above his level.

He could still knock out Level Two earthworms, and as for Level Three wild boars… he just didn’t bother, since there was no profit. If he really wanted to, killing a wild boar was no big deal.

As for the paralysis caused by lightning, that was easy to handle—just wear an iron pot on his head, tie an iron chain to the pot’s handle, let it drag all the way to the ground, and attach a big iron block at the end. That would do the trick.

Confidently, he accepted the mission, used his last three spirit stones as collateral, and obtained information about a Thunder Deer’s habitat. Without delay, he left the city immediately.

By the time he arrived at the Thunder Deer’s location, it was basically midnight. Not wanting to reveal his Sumeru Ring, he carried the fire-breathing rabbit in his hand, built a fire, and broke the rabbit down into skewers to roast over the flames.

He was roasting a wild beast, but the seasonings were brought from Earth. The reputation of the great foodie empire was well-deserved. Just as the rabbit was almost done, a figure flashed nearby, and a middle-aged man sat down. “Smells great!”

“This is mine!” Andrew Brooks said coolly. He knew that Level One Wandering Immortals were at the bottom of the Immortal Realm, but even if his strength was at the bottom, he couldn’t lose in terms of presence.

“Two spirit stones for half,” the middle-aged man said, not trying to bully him.

“Three spirit stones,” Andrew Brooks countered. A fire-breathing rabbit was worth about one spirit stone—he’d checked yesterday—but once cooked, and with Earth’s seasonings, three spirit stones for half wasn’t asking too much.

“Deal,” the middle-aged man tossed him three spirit stones. “Here for the deer antlers?”

“Yeah,” Andrew Brooks grunted, pocketed the three spirit stones, and casually drew a line in the ashes. “That half is yours, this half is mine.”

The middle-aged man patted his storage pouch, took out a gourd and a cup, poured himself a glass of fine wine. The aroma was rich—worthy of being a product of the Immortal Realm.

He glanced sidelong at the young man beside him. “Want a drink?”

Andrew Brooks shook his head. With his Level One Wandering Immortal cultivation, out here in the wild, he didn’t want to eat or drink anything from others.

Besides, he’d sold that half of the rabbit for money—how could he just drink the fine wine for free?

But with the few pitiful spirit stones in his pocket, he probably couldn’t afford such fine wine anyway.

The middle-aged man glanced at him, said nothing more, sipped his wine, and started gnawing on the rabbit.

Andrew Brooks devoured his half of the rabbit like a whirlwind, then closed his eyes to meditate. The immortal spiritual energy in the Immortal Realm was so abundant, he couldn’t bear to waste even a moment.

The middle-aged man ate slowly, savoring every bite. It took him nearly half an hour to finish.

After putting away his cup and gourd, he stood up, glanced at the young man meditating, and was about to leave when he suddenly froze. “This spiritual energy…”

The next moment, immortal spiritual energy from all directions slowly began to gather, and as time passed, the speed increased, surging toward the body that was meditating.