Inside the Central Hall, the Board of Directors stared at the small, plastic-looking disk in Sun Yi’s hand. It hummed quietly, emitting no spiritual pressure.

The Elders scanned it with their Divine Sense. Nothing. No Qi signature, no array formations, no spiritual fluctuations. It was dead weight. Even Patriarch Qingxuan, with centuries of experience, couldn’t categorize it.

“Hmph!” Elder Jin Jue broke the silence. “This is your solution? A toy? It’s not even a First-Tier artifact. Are you mocking us?”

Sun Yi smiled, dismissing the critique like a CEO dealing with a tech-illiterate shareholder. He turned to the Patriarch.

“Chairman, this device operates on a different frequency. It may lack spiritual power, but for a cultivator in the field, it is more valuable than a flying sword. It is the key to unlocking our liquidity crisis.”

“Oh?” Qingxuan leaned forward, intrigued. “Pitch it to me. How does this plastic circle save the company?”

Sun Yi stepped closer, holding the device up. “Gentlemen, meet the Microwave Detector. It has an active scanning radius of ten li. Within that zone, it identifies and tracks every biological entity—human, animal, or demon beast.”

He paused for effect. “The Myriad Demon Forest is a high-risk zone because the high-value assets—the beasts—use stealth mechanics to ambush our employees. It’s a hazardous work environment. But with this,” he tapped the screen, “stealth is obsolete. We eliminate the fog of war.”

Qingxuan’s eyes narrowed. “You claim this device can penetrate perfect concealment techniques?”

“Correct,” Sun Yi nodded. “It renders them exposed. Nowhere to hide.”

“Lies!” Jin Jue shouted. “It has no Qi! How can it see through spiritual concealment?”

“Don’t debate the specs,” Sun Yi said coolly. “Test the product.”

“How?” Qingxuan asked.

“I’ll run a live demo.” Sun Yi flipped the switch. The screen lit up, casting a pale blue glow on his face.

“Look at the interface. White dots represent friendly units—us. Red dots represent potential hostiles—animals and beasts.”

He tapped a red dot on the periphery of the radar. A low-resolution, pixelated image popped up, accompanied by scrolling data text.

“Target identified,” Sun Yi read. “Spirit Pig. Height: 0.8 meters. Length: 1.2 meters. Location: Green Wood Peak livestock pen.”

The Elders leaned in, squinting at the screen.

“This data allows any disciple to perform a threat assessment before engagement,” Sun Yi explained. “They can see the enemy before the enemy sees them. It converts a life-and-death struggle into a calculated farming run.”

“Are you certain?” Qingxuan asked, his skepticism warring with hope. “Can it track a cultivator using high-level stealth?”

“The detection protocol is based on physical mass and density, not spiritual fluctuation,” Sun Yi said. “Stealth techniques mask Qi, not matter. Unless you can turn incorporeal, the radar sees you.”

He gestured to the door. “Chairman, why don’t you play the role of the stealthy beast? Go hide. Use your best concealment.”

“Fine,” Qingxuan stood up, his interest piqued. “Let’s see if your toy is vaporware or the real deal.”

The Patriarch blurred and vanished, shooting out of the hall. He flew to a distant peak, landed, and activated a supreme concealment technique. To the naked eye and Divine Sense, he had ceased to exist.

Back in the hall, Sun Yi and the Elders were glued to the screen. A bright white dot moved across the grid, leaving the building and settling on a peak three miles away.

“Target acquired,” Sun Yi said, pointing at the dot. “Stationary on the North Peak.”

“Impossible,” Jin Jue muttered, sweating. “He must have forgotten to activate his stealth.”

Sun Yi turned to Ye Luo. “Elder Ye, go retrieve the Chairman. Tell him we have a lock.”

Ye Luo flew out immediately. Minutes later, he landed on the North Peak, right next to the invisible Patriarch.

Qingxuan materialized, looking shocked. “You found me? Already?”

“The device works, Patriarch,” Ye Luo said, his voice filled with awe. “It tracked you in real-time. The kid wasn’t lying.”

Qingxuan took a deep breath. “We misjudged him. He wasn’t slacking off in the library; he was in R&D.”

The gloom that had hung over the Patriarch for months vanished. If this device worked as advertised, the Myriad Demon Forest—previously a death trap—would become an open-pit mine for resources. The economic implications were staggering.

They returned to the hall. Qingxuan sat on his throne, looking down at Sun Yi with a warm, approving smile.

“Sun Yi,” Qingxuan said. “I need to field-test this in the Forest personally, but the preliminary results are… promising.”

“Of course,” Sun Yi nodded. “This is just the MVP—Minimum Viable Product. The hardware is crude because our manufacturing tech is outdated. But give me time to iterate, and I can add features like friend-or-foe identification, automated loot tagging, and encrypted comms.”

“More features?” Qingxuan’s eyes lit up. “Tell me.”

Sun Yi grinned, showing his teeth. He turned his head slowly, locking eyes with the pale-faced Elder Jin Jue.

“I’d love to discuss the roadmap, Chairman. But first…” Sun Yi’s voice dropped an octave. “I believe we have a wager to settle.”

The room went silent. All eyes turned to Jin Jue.

The Elder’s face went from pale to a deep, humiliating shade of purple.