The massage chair was assembled, and Ryan Brooks took out a battery and connected it to the chair’s power supply. Although the battery had a decent capacity, as soon as the massage chair was turned on, the battery’s energy indicator dropped rapidly, and in just half an hour, a high-capacity battery was completely drained. Adam Brooks was considering whether he should go down to the lower realm to get a car battery.

There was also a rice cooker in the warehouse. Immortals didn’t eat grains, but there were always some virtuous immortals who had ascended from the mortal world and wanted to relive the tastes of their past. There were no master chefs in the Immortal Realm, so it was impossible to make anything truly delicious, but for making soup or cooking rice, the rice cooker was a great helper. The only problem was still the energy source.

Adam Brooks felt that if the energy problem wasn’t solved, his business wouldn’t be able to scale up. He had actually thought of a solution long ago, but the plan required the help of a special immortal. In the Immortal Realm, he was just a small fry and didn’t know anyone, so if he needed help, he could only ask Ethan Foster to step in.

After thinking it over, Adam Brooks tucked a beautifully printed gaming magazine he’d bought from the lower realm under his arm, locked up his cave dwelling, and set out to find Ethan Foster. Yaoyuan Hall was one of the top thirty sects in the Immortal Realm, with many disciples. Its mountain gate was located in a prime area of the Immortal Realm, on Ningyao Mountain, one of the thirty-six mountains under heaven.

When Adam Brooks arrived at Ningyao Mountain, he sent Ethan Foster a message talisman. Not long after, the flustered Ethan Foster rushed out: “Old Luo, what are you doing here? If you’ve got something to say, say it quick—my game is still paused.” Adam Brooks pulled him aside: “Don’t be in such a hurry. I came to discuss something with you. Let’s find a place to talk.” Ethan Foster said, “Oh, all right then. Come on, let’s go up the mountain.”

Although Yaoyuan Hall’s gate was on Ningyao Mountain, the mountain wasn’t their exclusive territory. There were no cities in the Immortal Realm; the Three Heavens, Six Sources, Twelve Overseas Continents, and Thirty-Six Mountains under heaven were like cities, gathering large numbers of immortals. It was easy to visit these places, but if you wanted to carve out a place for yourself, that was much harder. Without strength, you needed wealth—the Immortal Realm was no exception.

At the top of the mountain stood a small building, the most famous teahouse on Ningyao Mountain: “Guanyan Pavilion.” The building faced directly toward Yaoyuan Hall’s mountain gate, which towered above a sheer, ten-thousand-foot cliff. Ethan Foster was a local big shot on Ningyao Mountain. Although the owner of Guanyan Pavilion was himself a sixth-rank immortal with considerable power, he still needed Young Master Foster to “look after things.” So when he saw Ethan Foster arrive, he immediately vacated the best room upstairs and invited Ethan Foster and Adam Brooks in.

“Old Luo, what exactly did you come to see me about?” The fragrance of tea wafted through the air, but Ethan Foster was not the type to sit and sip hot tea. Adam Brooks lowered his voice: “I came to ask you for a favor—help me find someone who knows lightning magic.” Ethan Foster frowned: “That’s not easy. Lightning magic is not only difficult but dangerous to cultivate. Not many people in the Immortal Realm practice it.”

“I know it’s not easy, that’s why I came to you.” As he spoke, he slid the magazine across the table. Ethan Foster’s eyes lit up, and he ran his hand over the glossy cover, chuckling: “Old Luo, you really are thoughtful!” Adam Brooks said, “Of course. With our relationship, have I ever gone to the lower realm without thinking of you? Last time it was the five-button optical mouse, the time before that the professional gaming mouse pad, and the time before that the folding keyboard…”

That was true—Ryan Brooks was very attentive to cultivating his client base, so he maintained good relationships with his customers. Besides, Ethan Foster was useful, so how could he not put in the effort? After all, he never lost out on any money, and if he used some of it to buy little gifts to please Ethan Foster, why not?

“Young Foster, this matter is actually good for you too.” Adam Brooks took a sip of the “Huayu Xinfeng” tea in his cup, the fragrance lingering on his palate, and couldn’t help but praise: “Your Ningyao Mountain’s Huayu Xinfeng really deserves its reputation as a famous tea of the Immortal Realm.” “What’s it got to do with me?” Ethan Foster asked absentmindedly as he flipped through the magazine.

“Do you know why I’m looking for someone skilled in lightning magic?” Adam Brooks said mysteriously. “How would I know what you’re up to? Don’t tell me…” Ethan Foster wasn’t stupid—he quickly realized what Adam Brooks was after. He closed the magazine in surprise: “You want to make a generator in the Immortal Realm?” “Exactly!” Adam Brooks slapped the table. “Haha! You understand me, Young Foster!”

Ethan Foster looked troubled: “Old Luo, it’s not that I’m timid, but you know how strict the Immortal Realm is about unauthorized trips to the lower realm these days. If you just dabble a bit, that’s one thing, but if you make a generator and get caught, we’ll both be in serious trouble!”

Adam Brooks waved his hand dismissively: “Relax, I’m not stupid. Using immortal arts to generate a stable current is, at the end of the day, just making a magical artifact, not a machine. What’s there to be afraid of? Besides, I’m not planning to make anything big—just something small. I’ve seen small generators in the human world, only the size of a chair. Ours will be even smaller, so no one will notice. A magical artifact generator, just enough to supply one person’s electricity. For example, your computer—once you have this magical artifact generator, you’ll never run out of power again. You won’t have to worry about your game being interrupted because you’re out of batteries and have to come to me for more.”