Compared to these names, Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu suddenly felt a bit embarrassed about their own.
If only Young Master Lei had more culture—he’d definitely have given himself a flashier name.
“And you?” Wan Lei asked, looking at the last quiet girl, the only one who hadn’t introduced herself yet.
The quiet girl glanced at her companions, her cheeks flushing slightly with a shy, bashful expression.
It was clear that this girl, unlike the outgoing Han Xiaoyun, who thrived in social situations, was somewhat socially anxious.
“I… I’m called Bao Bao…”
“Bao Bao?”
What an adorable name! Paired with her cherubic, delicate features and slightly flushed cheeks, it really made people want to give her a hug.
“My surname is Bao, like abalone. My full name is Bao Bao. When I was little, I was… cute, and everyone who saw me wanted to hug me, so my parents just named me that…
Oh, it’s so embarrassing…”
By the end, the girl covered her face. Her three companions were laughing so hard they could barely stand, and in her frustration, she lightly punched the boy in black.
After this brief interaction, Wan Lei and his group had fully memorized their names and distinct personalities:
The tigerish, childlike Xia Yubing, who went by “Hailstorm”;
The stunningly beautiful, mischievous social butterfly Han Xiaoyun;
The steady, wise, and leader-like Wan Qianxin;
And the socially anxious, gentle, and obedient Bao Bao.
“Well, it’s great to meet you all. We’ve been here for a while—let’s hurry and search for the mineral crystals and fire lotuses,” Wan Lei said, then flew forward.
The others, seeing this, didn’t linger to chat with the four youngsters and spread out to search.
After all, they’d have plenty of time to get to know each other while fighting side by side in the days ahead.
The group dispersed to search, but the four youngsters stayed together.
Seeing this, Wan Lei decided to go over and teach them how to maximize efficiency.
As he approached, he noticed Wan Qianxin holding a black, square device. It resembled a spiritual tablet but was much larger, with a spinning circle on it displaying numerous red and green dots.
“What’s that?” Wan Lei asked, intrigued by the Immortal Realm’s technological artifacts.
“This is an energy detection radar. It can detect all energy fluctuations and their intensity within a million-mile radius—far more effective than scanning with human senses.
A Taixu Realm cultivator’s divine sense can only cover about ten thousand miles, but this can scan a million miles.”
“That’s impressive! What do these dots represent?”
“Green dots represent living beings. The brighter the dot, the higher the energy concentration and strength, meaning higher cultivation. Red dots represent fire-attribute energy bodies, like lava beasts.
It can also adjust scanning modes. For example, in a battle, our side would be green, enemies red, and other lifeforms would have different colors. It can even display an enemy’s appearance and cultivation level if their data is in the database.
But right now, there’s no need for that. It’s just Taixu Realm cultivators and lava beasts here, so no need for complex displays that would reduce efficiency.”
“That’s really something. That red dot closest to us—that’s a lava beast, right? Let’s go kill it.”
“Alright, let’s move.”
Wan Qianxin nodded, and Wan Lei signaled for the others to follow as they headed toward the nearest red dot with great momentum.
As they flew, Wan Lei explained the scanner’s functions to the others, leaving Fang Xiaoyu, Yuanjun, and the rest astonished.
Soon, they arrived and saw the lava beast, its massive body half-submerged in magma, with only its spine, like a range of mountain peaks, visible above the surface.
As they approached, the beast stood, raising its head and letting out a roar, warning them to scram.
The roar’s soundwaves rolled toward them, causing sharp pain in their ears and divine senses.
“It’s a Taiheng Realm beast,” Xia Yubing assessed after a glance.
“Taiheng Realm, huh? We can give it a try. The fire lotus it’s guarding must be even better,” Wan Lei said, rubbing his chin as he compared their strength to the beast’s.
The group fell silent for a moment. None of them had ever fought a Taiheng Realm opponent.
Wan Qianxin smiled at Wan Lei and the others. “Since we’ve just teamed up, let us handle this one. It’ll give you a chance to see our strength.”
“Sounds good. The next one’s ours. You take this one, and we’ll cover you. If there’s danger, we’ll step in,” Wan Lei nodded.
It had been a month since they arrived in the Immortal Realm, and they hadn’t had a proper chance to fight. Wan Lei was itching for action.
But since their new companions wanted to show off, he didn’t want to steal their thunder. It was a good opportunity to see what these kids could do.
“Bao Bao, you’re up,” Wan Qianxin said, looking at the quiet girl.
“What? Me?” Bao Bao’s eyes widened as she pointed at her own nose.
“Yes, you. You’ve never even killed a person. This mortal trial is mainly for you to gain experience. Stop dawdling—you have one minute to deal with this beast.”
Wan Lei was stunned. One minute? A Taixu Realm cultivator killing a Taiheng Realm beast?
What kind of cosmic joke was this? Even he couldn’t do that.
Bao Bao pouted unhappily, but under Wan Qianxin’s stern gaze, she nodded reluctantly.
Then, a massive mechanical weapon, nearly as tall as her, appeared in her small hands.
The weapon was robust, circular, with four barrels at the front.
This rugged, violence-aesthetic heavy cannon contrasted sharply with Bao Bao’s cute, petite, loli-like figure, creating a striking sense of dissonance.
Pouting, Bao Bao hoisted the quad-barreled cannon onto her shoulder, opened a small screen, and tapped it a few times. The cannon’s barrels roared, firing four shells toward the beast.
The beast leaped into the air, charging at them, but the shells curved, tracking it and hitting their mark.
BOOM!!!
With a deafening explosion, the beast’s body shattered, falling into the magma sea and sending up waves of flames.
Wan Lei and the others were dumbfounded.
A Taiheng Realm beast, gone in a single shot?
Weren’t they supposed to show their strength? How was this a tech weapon?
As if reading their thoughts, Wan Qianxin smiled and said eight words:
“Flesh is weak, machinery ascends.”