Once Chen Hao learned where Electric Crystals came from, he went straight to the source. "Thunder God, Thunder God, are you there? It's urgent!"
Only after a long while did the Thunder God reply. "What is it, fellow Immortal Little Charlatan?"
"Thunder God, do you have any Electric Crystals left?" Chen Hao rushed straight to the point, skipping the preliminaries.
"Electric Crystals? Of course I do. Are you looking to modify your phone's power supply too? Fixed price: one hundred Daoist Merit Points." The Thunder God was straightforward, answering exactly what Chen Hao wanted to ask.
Chen Hao replied, "No problem, but I have a few questions for you."
The Thunder God said, "Humbly seeking advice—I like that about you. Then I won't beat around the bush either. My consultation fees are very high: one hundred Daoist Merit Points per question."
Holy shit! I haven't talked to this guy in a while. When did he become as money-grubbing as Supreme Lord Lao? Chen Hao cursed inwardly while trying to bargain. "Can you make it cheaper? One hundred Daoist Merit Points is too expensive."
"No. First question answered. Please pay one hundred Daoist Merit Points to continue asking."
"Fuck!"
Chen Hao nearly burst into tears. Ten million curses stampeded through his mind, and he dared not ask anything else carelessly for fear of getting fleeced again. He could only transfer the points to the Thunder God first. "Ding! You transferred one hundred Daoist Merit Points to the Thunder God."
After receiving the payment, the Thunder God replied with a smile, "Nice and quick. Question two."
"How do I remove an Electric Crystal? How many do you have? How big is your largest one? How much electricity can it supply?" Chen Hao fired off four questions in succession.
The Thunder God answered