She Dominates the Immortal Realm with Her HP Bar

Before the Talent Recruitment Fair arrived, Yan Luoyue successfully completed an order for a thousand storage pouches.

She imprinted Jiang Tingbai’s handwritten slogan—*"Canglang Sect, Awooo~"*—along with her own hand-drawn chibi wolf head design. Using a specially formulated ink she had tempered herself and a unique artifact-crafting technique called *"Biting the Verdant Mountain,"* she firmly embossed the designs onto customized storage pouches.

As the saying goes, *"You get what you pay for."* That extra spirit stone for the printing fee wasn’t just for show.

Yan Luoyue could guarantee with her reputation that even if these pouches wore out over time, the imprints would remain as fresh as new, never fading or peeling.

On the day of the Talent Recruitment Fair, the academy unexpectedly declared a holiday for all students.

Yan Gan’s imagination ran wild: *"Could it be that the academy is being considerate of our eagerness to join the excitement?"*

Sang Ji, ever the thoughtful one, offered a more practical explanation: *"Most likely, they’re encouraging us to attend so we can learn about the various sects and prepare for the future."*

As for Yan Luoyue—being the most well-behaved and dependable of the three—she had already informed Sister Yu in advance. Now, she happily set out with her two brothers.

The Talent Recruitment Fair, held once every decade, was not just a grand event for nearby sects to recruit disciples, but also an excellent opportunity for cultivators to engage in free trade.

Around the recruitment area, cultivators had spontaneously organized several marketplaces. The bustling crowds, fluttering banners, and convergence of visitors from all directions made it even livelier than the Lantern Festival.

This trip was an eye-opener for Yan Luoyue.

Had she not seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn’t have realized how vast the Yunning Great Marsh was—home to over a hundred sects, large and small, in its vicinity.

The cultivators from different sects each had distinct attire and demeanors, making the experience truly enlightening after just one round of browsing.

Yan Luoyue pointed a small finger toward a brightly decorated wall adorned with red eaves and colorful jade inlays.

*"Brother Ji, what’s that wall over there?"*

Sang Ji glanced up and answered casually, *"Oh, that’s the notice board. People post all kinds of announcements there. Want to take a look?"*

As he spoke, he and Yan Gan hunched their shoulders to carve a path through the crowd, lifting Yan Luoyue up to the board.

The wall was studded with jade slips of varying colors. Yan Luoyue channeled a wisp of spiritual energy into her fingertips and tentatively touched a few, quickly grasping their purpose.

The red jade slips—the fewest in number—contained important bulletins.

Not only were they recorded in jade slip form, but paper versions were also posted below, likely so that mortals without cultivation could read them too.

Yan Luoyue skimmed through them and noticed that the most recent red slip dated back two years.

The notice stated that the demon realm’s seal had shown abnormal activity, confirming the escape of a *great demon*. A reward of *a thousand low-grade spirit stones* was offered for any leads. Cultivators and mortals alike were advised to remain vigilant—though self-preservation came first.

Unlike the other red slips, which all concluded with follow-up updates, this one had gone silent after the bounty was announced, meaning the great demon still remained at large.

The more plentiful blue slips contained sect announcements.

Some were recruitment notices, while others detailed rare materials certain sects were seeking.

Yan Gan flipped through a few before nudging Sang Ji’s arm and pointing to one in particular.

Once the two had finished reading, they exchanged knowing smirks.

Curious, Yan Luoyue also reached out with her spiritual energy to check.

A minute later, she was left speechless.

It was a notice from the *Water Lily Nunnery*, stating that disciple *Shen Jingxuan* had committed a grave offense and was henceforth expelled, severing all ties with the sect.

As for what exactly this little nun had done…

The announcement phrased it *very* euphemistically:

During her training journey, *Shen Jingxuan* had captured three notorious rapists.

Her sect had instructed her to *"guide them toward enlightenment through Buddhist teachings."*

So, *Shen Jingxuan* chose a straightforward, *permanent* solution—she removed their *"roots of affliction"* for them.

Judging by certain veiled wordings, she hadn’t even used a blade.

She’d *ripped them off by hand.*

Yan Luoyue: *"……"*

Well.

*Good for her.*

Now she understood why Sang Ji and Yan Gan had been grinning so mischievously.

Noticing where her gaze had lingered, Sang Ji hastily covered her eyes. *"Ah, little sister, baby turtles shouldn’t see things like this."*

Yan Luoyue shook her head and pried his hand away, pretending to point at the most abundant white slips instead. *"I was looking at these!"*

The white slips contained messages posted freely by cultivators—everything from bold love confessions and information requests to cultivation insights.

They had only stood there for a short while before the crowd thickened behind them.

After a quiet exchange with Yan Luoyue, Sang Ji led her away from the board.

Just as they squeezed out of the throng, an excited shout reached their ears:

*"Hey, have you heard? Everyone who signs up for the Canglang Sect’s preliminary trials gets a free storage pouch!"*

*"Only the first thousand applicants, first come first served—hurry, brothers!"*

The news spread like wildfire, instantly stirring up fervent reactions.

*"What? There’s such a good deal?"*

*"Where’s the Canglang Sect’s recruitment spot?"*

*"Quick, quick, let’s go together!"*

The trio exchanged glances, all wearing the same knowing smiles.

Watching the surging crowd, Sang Ji adjusted Yan Luoyue on his arm and followed the flow.

*"Come on, little sister, let’s go check it out too."*

Even from a distance, they could easily spot the Canglang Sect’s recruitment area.

No surprise—while other sects had set up their own booths, only the Canglang Sect’s had a line stretching dozens of meters, packed with eager applicants.

Nearby smaller sects watched the spectacle with envy.

*Tsk, giving away a thousand storage pouches just to attract disciples? The Canglang Sect sure has deep pockets.*

*Damn it, why didn’t we think of offering sign-up gifts?*

The simpler-minded disciples could only stare longingly, while the sharper ones had already sent messengers back to their sects:

*—Can we scramble together some freebies? They don’t need to be as good as storage pouches, but we need quantity!*

Alas, even if they rushed to commission an artisan now, it’d be too late. Their only hope was to raid their own storerooms for last-minute incentives.

The shrewdest among them, however, saw right through the Canglang Sect’s scheme.

They weren’t afraid of being copied—because no hastily arranged giveaway could compete with *storage pouches*.

What other item was universally recognized, coveted by both cultivators and mortals alike, and so distinctly associated with their brand?

Even if some sects were willing to bleed their coffers dry and grit their teeth to procure a thousand storage pouches as free gifts, the fact that these pouches weren’t stamped with their sect’s name would still leave something to be desired.

One could easily imagine that, inspired by the Canglang Sect’s approach, all the other sects would pull out all the stops at the next Talent Gathering, each trying to outshine the others.

But at this year’s event, the numerous small and mid-sized sects could only watch helplessly as the Canglang Sect stole the spotlight.

The Canglang Sect even dispatched a disciple to maintain order in the registration line—a familiar face, none other than Wu Pingyuan, whom everyone recognized.

He answered the crowd’s questions loudly.

“That’s right! The first thousand applicants are guaranteed an exquisite storage pouch!”

“Don’t worry if you don’t get one! Just signing up for our preliminary entrance exam gives you a chance to be randomly selected for a free cultivation starter kit!”

“No need to rush, fellow cultivators! Just line up neatly here…”

This particularly modern-sounding script was the brainchild of Yan Luoyue, included with the storage pouches upon delivery.

In essence, while effectively maintaining order, it also managed to inject a distinctly earthy, marketplace vibe into what should have been an ethereal and dignified cultivation recruitment event—akin to elderly folks lining up outside a lecture hall for free eggs.

The mastermind behind this, Yan Luoyue, rubbed the tip of her nose and gazed innocently at the sky.

Surprisingly, however, a significant number of those queuing up for the Canglang Sect were female cultivators.

One particularly nosy cultivator couldn’t resist asking why, only to receive an unexpected answer.

“There are two reasons. First, because a ‘healthy beauty’ trend is sweeping the cultivation world right now.”

“And the second?”

“The second… Well, obviously because the storage pouches the Canglang Sect is giving away are just too adorable!”

And they weren’t wrong.

Just take a look at the applicants registering at the booth.

On the left, a female cultivator rolled up her sleeves, revealing slender, jade-white arms.

The cultivator ahead of her tactfully advised, “Esteemed sister, the Canglang Sect is famously a body-refinement sect, you know.”

“Exactly! That’s precisely why I’m here!”

The next second, with a spirited “Ya-hey—!”, the woman flung open the giant cloth bundle on her back and hefted two massive, person-sized spiked mallets!

She gave the weapons a playful swing, sending a gust of wind whipping through the air.

“What, just because I’m a woman, I can’t line up here?”

The gleam of the mallets’ spikes reflected ominously on the advising cultivator’s face, sending him stumbling back a step.

“N-No, of course not! Ah, please, feel free to cut in front of me. Honestly, with you standing behind me, my neck feels a bit… chilly.”

Meanwhile, on the right, another female cultivator gracefully plucked the strings of her pipa, eliciting a cascade of clear, melodious notes.

The registration disciple helpfully pointed out, “Junior Sister, the music cultivation sects are over there. You might be in the wrong line.”

The pipa player tilted her head with a soft “hmph”, then abruptly flipped the instrument’s long neck around and swung it in a full arc—carving a crater three meters wide into the ground.

“Senior Brother, don’t underestimate me. This is an iron pipa—I’ve been training in both body and music cultivation from the start.”

The disciple scratched his head. “Ah, my mistake! Don’t mind me, Junior Sister. I’ll register you right away!”

Then there were those whose logic was… harder to follow.

Like the woman who rubbed her hands together, secretly forming a seal, and promptly conjured a massive fireball.

The registration disciple stared, dumbfounded. “Junior Sister… are you a dual practitioner of body and spell cultivation too?”

“No.” The woman maintained a deadpan expression. “Can’t you tell? This is friction-generated heat—fire from hand-drilling. By extension, that makes me a body cultivator.”

The disciple’s face twitched. “...Junior Sister, be serious. I grew up poor and have stayed poor my whole life, but I’ve never gone around calling myself a sword cultivator!”

Undeterred, the woman gripped the edge of the registration table and pleaded earnestly:

“Just let me sign up, okay? Whether I get selected or not doesn’t matter—or I’ll even buy one! It’s just… that free storage pouch is really, really cute!”

The disciple: “...”

This lone incident was but a microcosm of the scene at the Canglang Sect’s registration area.

At this Talent Gathering, everyone watched helplessly as wave after wave of promising mortal candidates were scooped up by the Canglang Sect.

Some couldn’t resist muttering sourly in private: “Since when has a mere body-refinement sect ever been this glorious? It’s just flash bought with petty coin.”

The mortals in line overheard this but didn’t even blink.

They knew nothing of body refinement or otherwise. They only knew this sect had splurged on a thousand storage pouches to attract talent.

So what if it was “flash bought with coin”?

A willingness to spend money at least proved the sect valued them.

A tangible storage pouch in hand beat the empty promises of other sects any day.

Meanwhile, deep in his cavern abode, the Canglang Sect Leader sat upright, receiving message after message.

Most came from leaders and elders of other sects—some congratulatory, some envious, and others inquiring about which merchant the Canglang Sect had commissioned for the storage pouches, and whether bulk discounts were available.

The flood of correspondence left him grinning ear to ear—until a silver flash from the communication stone gave him pause.

“Hm? The Yijian Sect?” He straightened slightly. “Now that’s unexpected.”

The Yijian Sect, a major sword cultivation power near the Yunning Great Marsh, typically had little to do with small and mid-sized sects like theirs—beyond collecting “tribute fees,” that is.

Wait… could it be…?

A possibility occurred to him, and his expression turned complicated.

Surely they weren’t planning to cherry-pick the best new disciples as “tribute”?

This concerned the sect’s future for decades, even centuries to come. He’d have to stand firm and refuse at all costs.

Yet when he read the message, the sect leader froze in genuine surprise.

There was no mention of tribute.

Instead, the Yijian Sect first offered tepid congratulations on the Canglang Sect’s successful recruitment, then politely suggested potential “exchanges” between their sects in the future—though everyone knew such pleasantries were empty formalities.

Only at the end did they casually drop their true purpose:

*We are aware your sect’s storage pouches were not commissioned from any merchant, but are the personal work of a certain artificer.*

*Might we inquire as to this master’s name? What gifts would be appropriate to invite their expertise? And how might we contact them?*

*Our Yijian Sect wishes to place an order. We hope you might facilitate an introduction.*

The Canglang Sect Leader: “...”

Well then.

This was… certainly not the request he’d anticipated.

It is widely known that sword cultivators are poor because they don’t engage in productive work.

However, generally speaking, it’s usually individual sword cultivators or a specific peak within a sect that inherits the sword cultivation tradition that ends up impoverished. It’s rare for an entire sword cultivation sect to be poor.

Let me say it again—because sword cultivation sects can just sit back and collect protection fees.

Other sects have their own assets and can at least sustain themselves.

With full granaries comes the knowledge of etiquette, and since collecting protection fees isn’t exactly honorable, they can’t do it openly.

But when it comes to pure sword cultivation sects…

Well, if they can manage to keep hundreds or even thousands of humanoid weapons of mass destruction under control, that’s already giving everyone else the greatest face possible.

From what the Canglang Sect’s leader knew, the Yijian Sect had always cooperated with the Lou Clan when ordering magical artifacts.

What wind had blown today that such an arrogant sword cultivation sect was now inquiring about a previously unknown, mysterious artificer?

The Canglang Sect leader hesitated slightly, delaying his response for a moment.

But before he could reply, the usually aloof and proud Yijian Sect sent another message!

This time, they stated that if the master was unwilling to hand over a communication stone, it wasn’t a problem. However, they noted that the complimentary storage bags from the Canglang Sect this time were quite good and requested that someone be sent to deliver one.

The Canglang Sect leader initially intended to contact the young master directly.

He had already pressed the communication stone, but after reading the Yijian Sect’s second message, he reconsidered and withdrew his hand.

Instead, he dispatched a disciple to rush a storage bag to the Yijian Sect, along with two modest gifts, while carefully phrasing his inquiry—

What was so special about this storage bag that it had caught the Yijian Sect’s eye? He sincerely hoped the Yijian Sect would enlighten him.

On the other end of the communication stone, the Yijian Sect’s tone was clearly impatient but still answered.

It wasn’t the storage bag itself that was special—it was the five words printed on it: “Canglang Sect, Aowoo~”

Especially the “Aowoo” part. The sword qi in those two characters was executed in a single stroke, brimming with untamed charm. It carried the elegance of a white crane soaring into the clouds and the grandeur of the universe embracing all things.

A disciple from their sect had obtained one by chance and immediately reported it to the elders.

Three or four elders gathered to study it and, after much deliberation, actually detected a hint of extremely subtle yet self-contained sword intent within those two characters.

The Canglang Sect leader: “!”

A sharp inhale—sword intent.

Just seeing those two words, the Canglang Sect leader understood everything.

For every sword cultivator, the chance to personally observe sword intent was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. And if one could comprehend sword intent, it was a pursuit worth dying for—enlightenment at dawn, death at dusk.

Out of a hundred cultivators, only one might become a sword cultivator.

Out of ten thousand sword cultivators, barely one might grasp sword intent.

For a remote place like Yunning Great Marsh, even a major sect like the Yijian Sect was said to have only half a sword intent tucked away in their leader’s possession as a last resort.

No wonder even these haughty sword cultivators spoke of the mysterious artificer with such reverence.

To casually imprint sword intent on the most ordinary storage bags—good heavens, what kind of background did this master have?!

No one would have guessed that the mysterious master was currently sitting in her brother’s arms, leisurely strolling through the market.

At the Gathering of Talents, the second fastest thing circulating was spirit stones—the fastest was gossip.

No sooner had Yan Luoyue and the others finished watching the commotion at the Canglang Sect’s stall than rumors about the adorable storage bags had already spread from one end of the gathering to the other.

As they made their way through the crowd, their ears were bombarded with discussions about the Canglang Sect, storage bags, and related topics.

Given that there were far too many sects in the vicinity of Yunning Great Marsh with “wolf” in their names—aside from the Canglang Sect, there were also the Yuelang Sect, Tianlang Sect, Yaolang Sect, Yinlang Sect, Heilang Sect…

This made the Canglang Sect blend into the crowd, and as the gossip spread, it often got mixed up.

But that didn’t matter, because the Canglang Sect had three unique anti-counterfeiting features.

First, every member of their sect was a body cultivator.

So in the past, when people couldn’t tell these wolf-themed sects apart, they often referred to the Canglang Sect as “that body cultivator sect.”

Second, the Canglang Sect had recently acquired a miraculous ointment.

The immediate effects of this ointment were universally praised by everyone who had witnessed the arena battles.

Given that the black ointment also had a rather amusing nickname, nowadays, if people couldn’t recall the Canglang Sect’s name, they’d just call them “that bunch who use the little turtle ointment.”

Third, the Canglang Sect had distributed a thousand storage bags during recruitment!

Storage bags were nothing new to cultivators.

But no one else’s storage bags were like the Canglang Sect’s—emblazoned with a wolf’s head and shamelessly advertising their own sect!

The kicker was that the phrase “Canglang Sect, Aowoo~” was just too catchy.

After repeatedly messing up the sect’s name, the rumor-mongers tacitly agreed on a new name for the Canglang Sect.

“You know, that Aowoo Sect—”

“Ohhh! I know, the Aowoo Sect! It’s been all the talk today!”

As firsthand witnesses, Sang Ji and Yan Gan blended into the crowd, their ears capturing the Canglang Sect’s transformation from “that bunch who use the little turtle ointment” to “the Aowoo Sect.”

For some reason, when Yan Gan looked down at the little girl in his arms, his expression grew slightly complicated.

With dramatic flair, he asked, “Little sister, was this scene also part of your calculations?”

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Yan Luoyue covered her face. “Way too much drama, brother!”