She Dominates the Immortal Realm with Her HP Bar

Under the fierce blaze, the medicinal concoction in the pot first developed a translucent, gelatinous layer on its surface. Soon, this gel melted, transforming into a thick, stringy slurry.

Yan Luoyue casually picked up a chopstick, dipped it into the liquid, and held it up to the light to check its color. Satisfied, she nodded.

Yes, it was time.

In the next moment, Yan Luoyue formed a hand seal with both hands, summoning a fiery serpent from the stove, still wreathed in smoke.

With her left hand, she held a spatula and stirred the center of the pot in a counterclockwise motion, creating a small vortex. With her right hand, she manipulated the fiery serpent, guiding it seamlessly into the heart of the vortex.

The flame shot into the medicinal liquid like an arrow, neither flaring up nor extinguishing.

It coiled at the bottom of the pot like a real snake, distinct from the liquid above yet perfectly integrated, refining away the sediment that had settled at the base.

If she had a proper alchemy furnace, this step of introducing fire into the pot could have been skipped.

With a furnace, the refined essence would naturally settle at the bottom, requiring no additional effort.

But since Yan Luoyue didn’t have a furnace, she had to rely on her exceptional skills to compensate.

If a master craftsman had been present, they would have recognized Yan Luoyue’s technique as the advanced crafting method known as “fire enveloped by water.”

Such a textbook-perfect execution wasn’t just for refining medicinal residue. If she had a higher-quality flame, she could even refine water into clothing.

Sang Ji and Yan Gan watched intently, their eyes glued to the scene.

They had doubted Yan Luoyue’s ability to refine the medicine earlier, but now they were filled with admiration.

After all, the skill she displayed was so masterful that even amateurs like them could appreciate it.

Yan Gan whispered to Sang Ji, “My sister is amazing.”

“My sister? She’s my sister too,” Sang Ji corrected. “Our sister is amazing.”

Yan Gan nervously stared at the large cooking pot. “Is it almost done?”

“Not yet,” Sang Ji replied, his broader knowledge as the son of an elder showing. “I’ve heard that whether it’s alchemy or crafting, the final step is the most critical. In alchemy, it’s called ‘revitalization,’ and in crafting, it’s called ‘quenching.’ If this step fails, all the previous effort is wasted.”

Yan Gan grew even more anxious. “So, how do you think our sister is doing with the ‘revitalization’?”

Sang Ji smirked. “If I could tell, I wouldn’t be standing here watching. I’d set up a fortune-telling stall at the market, charging five spirit pearls per reading. In less than a month, I could buy her ten furnaces!”

“…”

Ignoring the banter of her two goofy brothers, Yan Luoyue focused entirely on the pot.

The medicinal residue had been reduced to fine ash, which she wrapped in a flame and separated from the liquid.

Then, with a change in her hand seal, the flame in the pot shifted form.

If the earlier flame had been a coiling serpent, the one now scattered throughout the liquid resembled a shower of sparkling stars.

This was one of the crafting techniques used for quenching, known as “starry sky.”

The Sweet Delight Pill, invented by culinary cultivators and verified by alchemists after countless trials, was a unique formula. Unlike typical pills, it required the crafting technique of “quenching” rather than the alchemical “revitalization” in the final step of solidifying the liquid into a pill.

Only this method could maximize the pill’s efficacy.

The scattered starlike flames burst and danced within the liquid, gradually solidifying it into a paste-like substance.

Yan Luoyue let out a long breath and relaxed her arms.

Though she had performed the refining process with ease, there had been two potential pitfalls.

First, her cultivation level was still low, and if her spiritual energy had run out midway, the entire batch would have been ruined.

Second, she had used ordinary fire, which carried impurities from burning wood. These impurities had to be removed along with the residue, or they would affect the quality of the medicine.

Fortunately, none of these issues arose, and the final product left her thoroughly satisfied.

Her skills hadn’t dulled, so she decided to refine a few more batches that day.

Yan Gan was the first to rush to the pot.

Seeing the black paste inside, he assumed Yan Luoyue had failed and quickly tried to console her.

“It’s okay, little sister. It’s normal for your first try.”

Yan Luoyue smiled. “No, I succeeded.”

“Huh? But this…”

Sang Ji nodded thoughtfully. “I’ve heard that while most pills are round, some special formulas produce different shapes. Little sister, what does this medicine do?”

“It can be taken orally or applied externally. It stops bleeding, relieves pain, reduces swelling, and heals broken bones.”

Sang Ji nodded in understanding. “Ah, an external-use medicine. That makes sense.”

After all, external medicines were usually ointments or powders. No one stuck a pill onto a wound.

With the medicine refined, all that remained was packaging.

When buying the ingredients earlier, Yan Luoyue had also purchased several hundred bamboo boxes from a nearby shop.

Now, the three of them gathered around the pot, each holding a ladle, and began scooping the paste into the boxes with bemused expressions.

Sang Ji couldn’t help but ask, “I’ve heard that high-quality pills need to be stored in containers with specific properties. Did you choose bamboo boxes because they enhance the medicine’s effects?”

“No,” Yan Luoyue replied honestly. “It’s because packaging makes it look more formal, so we can sell it for a higher price.”

Think of mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival or rice dumplings during the Dragon Boat Festival.

As for why bamboo boxes…

“They’re the cheapest. If you buy over a hundred, the shopkeeper gives a 30% discount.”

Sang Ji: “…” He had overthought it.

Yan Gan, however, was delighted. “No wonder you thought of selling pills to make money. Our sister is quite the businesswoman.”

“Our sister? She’s my sister too,” Sang Ji corrected again. “Our sister is quite the businesswoman.”

All the demon clans of the Pingning Mountains lived around the Yunning Great Marsh.

While human markets operated during the day, the demon trading fair was held at night.

Every five days, under the rising moon, demons with goods to trade would gather by the marsh for the Moonlit Market.

Yan Luoyue and her companions arrived early. As soon as school ended, they caught a wild chicken in the hills and hurried to the Moonlit Market to secure a prime spot for their stall.

Yan Gan was full of anticipation. “I wonder how much we’ll sell today.”

Yan Luoyue, however, was more realistic. “It’s our first day, and this medicine has never been seen at the market before. We probably won’t make many sales.”

However, the quality of the sweet and delicious medicinal pills speaks for itself, and repeat customers are bound to be plentiful.

Sang Ji suddenly realized:

"Little sister, you mean we shouldn't rush and should first build a good reputation."

"No," Yan Luoyue said firmly. "What I mean is, even good wine needs promotion. Let's get our marketing going!"

Before the words had fully left her mouth, she pulled out a hand-written red cloth banner from her Drunken Immortal-colored storage pouch and planted it with a thud in front of their stall.

Yan Gan and Sang Ji took a closer look and saw bold, flowing characters written on the banner: "Highly recommended by a famous great demon! Cures all ailments! A miracle medicine you can't afford to miss in your demon life!"

Yan Gan's eyes widened in surprise. "Little sister, when did you prepare this? And where did we get a famous great demon to endorse us?"

Sang Ji, on the other hand, was quite intrigued by the banner, and for some reason, he felt the handwriting looked vaguely familiar.

Taking a couple of steps closer, Sang Ji nearly pressed his face against the fabric before he noticed two tiny characters, smaller than ants, written in front of the words "famous great demon." They read: "Future."

Sang Ji: "..."

So, the full sentence actually read: "Highly recommended by a *future* famous great demon," didn't it?

Yan Luoyue patted her chest without a hint of shame and said to Yan Gan, "Me! I'll vouch for it!"

As for the banner, she had asked Mr. Jiang Tingbai to write it for her that afternoon.

Jiang Tingbai had expressed encouragement for Yan Luoyue's industrious and studious spirit.

As for the exaggerated language, he didn't raise any objections.

In fact, he had even cooperated by writing the word "future" extremely small, likely having seen even more outrageous marketing tactics in the human markets.

Staring at the inked characters on the banner for a while, Yan Gan still felt his knees go weak and his heart grow uneasy.

"Little sister," Yan Gan whispered to her, "this 'cures all ailments' thing... isn't that a bit exaggerated? It doesn't seem quite right, does it?"

Yan Luoyue looked up at Yan Gan, her big eyes blinking innocently. "But I didn't lie."

"Look," Yan Luoyue spun the flagpole, flipping the banner to its back. "See? This is the list of conditions this medicine treats. I really did write a hundred ailments on it."

On the back of the red banner, there was indeed a dense list of tiny characters, which read:

"This medicine treats injuries from falls, bumps, scrapes, rolls, bites, scratches, collisions, burns, and superficial wounds; it heals wounds from knives, swords, axes, hooks, spears, arrows, halberds, and spiked clubs; it disperses blood stasis, relieves pain, reduces fever, fights inflammation, sets bones, and even alleviates hunger pangs..."

Yan Gan: "..."

Sang Ji: "..."

They both felt that something quite unusual had somehow made its way into the list.

"Oh, and there's this too," Yan Luoyue dug into her little pouch, rummaging around for a while before finally pulling out two scrolls of paper.

"Brother, Brother Ji, familiarize yourselves with the content on these. When we start selling, just read from them."

The two unrolled the scrolls and found pre-written sales pitches filled with clever marketing tactics.

"Twenty spirit pearls for one box! You can't lose, you can't go wrong, but you can buy health for yourself and your family!"

"We promise, one box is only twenty spirit pearls, no price hikes, and discounts! Three boxes for 20% off, five boxes for 30% off, ten boxes for a *bone-breaking* discount!"

"Top ten gifts female demons most want to receive during the Moonlit Festival! For the one you love, what are you waiting for?"

"You love me, I love you, the universal miracle medicine is sweet as honey~"

While they were reading the scrolls, Yan Luoyue remained calm and composed. She flipped the banner back to the front and leisurely arranged the bamboo boxes on the stall.

While Yan Luoyue wasn't paying attention, Yan Gan held the scroll and whispered to Sang Ji, his tone filled with admiration.

"How is my little sister so clever?"

"She's my little sister too," Sang Ji corrected habitually. "How is *our* little sister so clever?!"