She Dominates the Immortal Realm with Her HP Bar

Yan Yu hadn’t returned yet, and Yan Gan had been pulled away by the clan members to who-knows-where.

On the heated brick bed lay over a hundred baby turtles, still at the age where they could only babble incoherently.

Each of them was small and tender, lined up like cans on a supermarket shelf, waiting for someone to crack them open.

At this moment, as the only person in the entire incubation room with the ability to shapeshift, Yan Luoyue felt an overwhelming pressure.

After quickly scanning her surroundings, Yan Luoyue’s eyes locked onto a set of cabinets leaning against the wall.

The cabinets were originally meant for storing quilts, but now, with all the bedding spread out on the heated bed, the cabinets were empty and perfect for hiding.

Pointing at the cabinets, Yan Luoyue urged the baby turtles, “Quick, go over there!”

She herself scrambled to the cabinets faster than any of the little turtles.

Yan Luoyue yanked open the cabinet door and began scooping up the baby turtles from the bed, stuffing them inside.

Having spent so much time together, the baby turtles, though unable to speak human language, could understand simple commands.

On one side was the menacing aura of a predator approaching from the doorway, and on the other was their familiar playmate. Even the tiniest tail could tell which direction to crawl toward.

The baby turtles began converging toward the cabinets, while Yan Luoyue, with her two small hands, worked tirelessly like a diligent bricklayer, stacking the arriving turtles layer by layer into the cabinet.

Under normal circumstances, stacking three or four layers of lambs, tiger cubs, or even human babies in this manner would have been disastrous.

But since it was baby turtles in the cabinet… well, this weight was nothing to worry about.

The weasel demon watched coldly for a moment, confirming the vulnerability of its prey.

Without hesitation, it twisted its long body, slithering as smoothly as liquid, and slipped into the incubation room with a flick of its tail.

The fresh scent of turtle meat filled its nostrils, and the weasel licked its lips with a curled tongue.

Realizing the demon was closing in, having already crossed the threshold of the main room, Yan Luoyue anxiously sped up her actions.

At this point, there were still over twenty baby turtles that hadn’t made it into the cabinet.

In the face of their natural predator, aside from Yan Luoyue, they had no means of protecting themselves.

In a moment of urgency, Yan Luoyue slapped down a **Tranquil Water Talisman**.

She shouted menacingly, “Go!”

A clear water sphere materialized out of thin air. The weasel deftly dodged it but was still splashed by the droplets, dampening its fur. It paused, licking its claws uncertainly, and halted its advance.

Seizing the moment of hesitation, Yan Luoyue worked with renewed vigor, shoving the remaining baby turtles into the cabinet.

With a loud *thud*, she slammed the cabinet door shut and quickly locked it with both hands, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Since her transmigration, the turtle clan had treated her well, and Yan Yu and Yan Gan were as close as family to her.

If anything happened to these baby turtles in the incubation room, no one would blame Yan Luoyue, still swaddled in her cradle, but she would feel guilty nonetheless. Moreover, Yan Yu and Yan Gan, who were on duty, would be held accountable.

The weasel demon had a long, bloody gash on its back, the flesh torn and the edges of the wound dry and pale.

The injury slowed the weasel’s movements and reduced its margin for error in hunting. If it missed this opportunity, it wouldn’t find another meal to satisfy its hunger anytime soon.

Now, with the hatchlings locked in the cabinet, only Yan Luoyue and the weasel remained outside.

The reduced number of prey made the weasel resolute. It leaped onto the heated bed in a few quick movements and lunged at Yan Luoyue.

—This human infant who had ruined its plans looked soft and tender, the perfect meal to fill its belly.

As the weasel’s shadow loomed over her, Yan Luoyue quickly tore open a **Gust Talisman**.

A sudden whirlwind sprang up, blinding the weasel. It let out a yelp, and Yan Luoyue took the opportunity to crawl a few steps toward the edge of the bed.

If she could, Yan Luoyue would have loved to dramatically wave her hand, unleash a fatal attack, and then glide away, leaving only the weasel’s corpse on the bed.

But remember, most of the items in her inventory had level restrictions.

And Yan Luoyue’s current level was **lv0**.

This meant that, aside from low-level pills like **Minor Healing Pills** and beginner-level talismans like the **Tranquil Water Talisman** and **Gust Talisman**, Yan Luoyue couldn’t use any spiritual tools.

Even a low-level **Fire Talisman**, which dealt minimal damage, required her to be at least **lv1**.

However, despite her lack of offensive capabilities, Yan Luoyue wasn’t panicked by the weasel’s assault.

While the weasel was still blinded, Yan Luoyue reached into the air, grabbed a handful of round pills, and stuffed them into her mouth, puffing out her cheeks.

These pills were all **Minor Healing Pills**, each restoring 50 health points—enough to fully heal her and then some.

Yan Luoyue was prepared for a drawn-out battle. As soon as she saw her health bar drop, she would swallow a pill without hesitation. If her health dropped again, she’d swallow another.

With a stash of pills in her inventory, she could keep this up indefinitely, confident that Yan Gan would return before she ran out.

The simple-minded weasel demon didn’t see through the human’s cunning tactic.

Once the whirlwind dissipated, the weasel let out a low growl, eagerly arching its back and pouncing on Yan Luoyue.

The beast’s sharp claws pierced the infant’s delicate skin, and blood immediately began to flow.

Yan Luoyue quickly swallowed a pill.

With one **Minor Healing Pill** down, her health bar instantly refilled, and the wound healed as if it had never been there.

Not only that, but blood began seeping out of every pore on her body.

“…”

The weasel, about to dig in, jumped back in shock.

In its short life, it had never encountered anything so bizarre.

What was going on? How had the prey become a bloody mess in the blink of an eye? It hadn’t even started eating yet!

With her health fully restored, Yan Luoyue wiped her face, smearing the blood and making herself look even more terrifying.

Sniffing the sweet scent of blood in the air, the weasel hesitated, circling for a moment before decisively swiping at Yan Luoyue again.

Seeing her health bar plummet, Yan Luoyue hurriedly swallowed another pill.

—There was no problem that couldn’t be solved with one **Minor Healing Pill**. If there was, then two would do the trick.

Watching the fresh wound miraculously heal before its eyes, the weasel was utterly dumbfounded.

As a rural demon, everything it had witnessed today completely shook its worldview.

It had encountered powerful hunters and devoured weak prey, but it had never heard of such an unkillable, bizarre creature.

If it weren’t for its injury and the urgent need for sustenance, the weasel demon wouldn’t have bothered with such a strange prey. But alas…

On its third attack, the weasel hesitated for only half a second before making up its mind. It turned slightly, raised its tail toward Yan Luoyue, and then—

With a muffled *poof*, the world seemed to darken.

An overwhelming, pungent stench filled the air, saturating Yan Luoyue’s entire world.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Yan Luoyue was shocked to discover that she had just been farted on by a weasel!

The fart had taken 10 points off her health!

Not only had the weasel’s attack halved her health, but the lingering stench also caused her health to continue dropping.

What had been a straightforward 1v1 turn-based battle had now escalated into a biochemical warfare scenario. This was utterly dishonorable!

Amidst the unbearable stench, Yan Luoyue, tears streaming from the fumes, pinched her nose and swallowed several **Minor Healing Pills**, while also tearing open another **Gust Talisman**.

After doing all this, she crawled out of the stench-covered area, finally daring to take a cautious breath.

Though the **Gust Talisman** quickly dispersed the weasel’s fart, the ordeal wasn’t over.

Sniffing her arm, Yan Luoyue sadly realized that the clean, turtle-food-scented version of herself had been forever lost in that noxious cloud.

“…”

Yan Luoyue’s gaze was vacant as she muttered, “You know…”

The weasel: “?”

Yan Luoyue: “You’ve ruined my chance to be a good person.”

Yan Luoyue: “So, I’ve decided… I’m not going to be human anymore!”

If this can be tolerated, what cannot? If this grudge is not avenged, Yan Luoyue swears she will no longer be a turtle!

With a shift in her gaze, Yan Luoyue quickly altered her battle strategy, opting for offense over defense.

When the weasel pounced for the third time, the infant's tender face revealed a chilling smirk that was utterly out of place for her age, striking fear into the hearts of all who saw it.

In the next second, Yan Luoyue swung her arm, enduring the weasel tearing a chunk of flesh from her, and resolutely thrust a wooden hairpin into the weasel's nostril.

Taking advantage of the weasel's momentary loosened grip as it howled in pain, Yan Luoyue transformed into her turtle form, slipping out from between its teeth, then seamlessly shifted back into human form, swallowing the remaining small rejuvenation pill in her mouth.

Without missing a beat, she pulled out two more small rejuvenation pills from her bag.

The reservoir she had inserted into the weasel's nostril was now lost, and without the equipment's boost, Yan Luoyue's health points reverted to 1.

With this health level, even a single lick from the weasel would be enough to finish her off, let alone its noxious fumes.

Thus, for the sake of her survival, Yan Luoyue had to continuously consume small rejuvenation pills to keep her health bar constantly replenished.

With one handful of pills in her left hand, another in her right, and a mouthful of pills being swallowed, she kept shoving the pills down her throat.

In less time than it takes to drink a cup of tea, Yan Luoyue had stuffed herself full.

Yan Luoyue: *Burp.*

While Yan Luoyue's health bar fluctuated wildly and she kept popping pills, the weasel opposite her underwent a dramatic change.

The sensation of a foreign object lodged in its nostril was indescribably excruciating.

When Yan Luoyue jammed the hairpin into its nostril, she had used every ounce of her strength.

The wooden hairpin penetrated deep into the nerve-filled nasal cavity, and the weasel frantically clawed at it, but it was impossible to remove.

If that were all, the enraged weasel might still have been able to focus on attacking Yan Luoyue.

However, as a special piece of equipment, the wooden hairpin had been refined twice—once by Yan Luoyue and once by a mysterious little snake.

This not only increased its owner's health points but also imbued it with a fierce, untamable nature that continuously drained the wearer's health.

As long as the wearer remained in combat, the reservoir would reduce the wearer's health by 10% every three minutes.

By shoving the hairpin deep into the weasel's nostril, Yan Luoyue had ensured that the weasel would continue to suffer damage and remain in combat indefinitely.

The weasel was already injured.

Combined with the relentless health drain, it finally succumbed to the fatal debuff, its eyes losing their last glimmer of life as its limbs twitched and it collapsed limply onto the bed.

Only after confirming the weasel's death did Yan Luoyue let out a long sigh of relief and slowly approach its corpse.

Though she had eagerly thrust the hairpin in earlier, pulling it out now proved to be a challenge.

The hairpin was lodged so tightly, like a child's head stuck in a fence, that no matter how hard she tugged, it wouldn't budge.

Just as Yan Luoyue was drenched in sweat from the effort, the cotton curtain of the incubation room was suddenly flung aside.

Yan Luoyue looked up to see a group of people led by Yan Gan, followed closely by a crowd of aunties and mothers, rushing into the room in a frenzy, even kicking half the threshold loose in their haste.

Before they even entered, the mothers began calling out their children's names.

"Er Qiuzi!" "Big Green Worm!" "Short Tail!" "Slippery Flower!"

Yan Gan slid onto the bed, his hands icy and trembling so badly he could barely lift the blood-soaked swaddling cloth.

"Luoyue... Luoyue," Yan Gan stuttered, his voice shaking as he gently called out, "Little sister... little sister?"

His ashen face reflected in Yan Luoyue's eyes, his expression utterly lifeless.

Yan Luoyue sighed helplessly, her face caked with dried blood that made it look like a crime scene, and gave Yan Gan a reassuring smile.

"Brother, don't be afraid," Yan Luoyue said softly, reaching out to pat Yan Gan's stiff cheek. "It's over now."

She pointed first to the cabinet on the bed, enunciating clearly, "The little ones are inside."

Then she pointed to the weasel's corpse on the bed and added, "My hairpin."

Everything else could wait; retrieving the reservoir was the top priority.

She had taken so many pills that she was now suffering from overconsumption, her health steadily dropping.

Every thirty seconds, a "-0.01" floated above her head.

Yan Gan had been utterly terrified the moment he saw the blood-soaked bed.

Upon seeing Yan Luoyue alive and well, he, who usually doted on her, didn't follow her instructions to retrieve the hairpin. Instead, he burst into tears.

Ignoring the blood still wet on the swaddling cloth, Yan Gan pressed his forehead against Yan Luoyue's little belly, sobbing uncontrollably.

"It's okay, it's okay... Little sister is fine... I was so scared. I'll never leave my post again..."

Meanwhile, the mothers, who had nearly lost their beloved children, were also in a state of relief.

When they unlocked the cabinet and saw the pile of little turtle hatchlings inside, someone suddenly exclaimed.

"Ah!"

"Why are the little turtles all wilted?"

"Poor things, they must have been scared out of their wits."

"Oh no, it's not that! The little ones were knocked out by the stench!"