What was the most profitable business during a war? Arms dealing, of course. The Divine Realm's "smithing" was nowhere near the Immortal Realm's league. Apart from the rare Divine Artifacts and Sacred Artifacts, ordinary weapons—like Uncle Futis's Star Hammer—could only scare children in the Immortal Realm with their size. Even their weight was too embarrassing to mention. Immortal Artifacts might look light and delicate, but they were often forged from tons of metal, refined into "Jin essence." The heft of Eldest Senior Brother's golden cudgel was no joke.
Luo Qian was calculating how to smuggle some Imperial Artifacts from the Immortal Realm into the Divine Realm. As he chatted with Gesberti, the three of them walked out of Gesberti's newly renovated mansion. At the entrance, they happened upon several of Gesberti's men shoving a group of people away. "Move along! We don't need craftsmen like you here. Stop pestering us..."
Luo Qian found it strange. Those people were clearly dressed as Alchemists, and the workshop needed more hands. Why turn them away? Seeing his confusion, Gesberti explained, "They're all Potion Makers. Apart from making useless Addiction-Cure Potions, they're no good for anything."
Knowing Luo Qian was unfamiliar with the Divine Realm's history, Futis said, "Six hundred years ago, a once-in-an-age genius appeared in the Divine Realm. Armed with his potions alone, he defeated Great Devil King Donu, then the Demon Realm's greatest fighter, and caused a sensation in both realms. Countless gods rushed to become full-time Potion Makers. But after that great Potion Maker burst onto the scene, he vanished without another word. He left his admirers searching desperately for a way to become supreme fighters through potion-making. There was only one genius, though. The rest achieved little, and with so many Potion Makers around, their trade lost its value.