She Dominates the Immortal Realm with Her HP Bar

After repeated trials, Yan Luoyue confirmed that the game inventory from *Wanjie Guiyi* (*Unification of All Realms*) had traveled through time and space with her.

The items in the inventory were just as she remembered, spanning ten pages, arranged from low to high levels.

For some unknown reason, the last nine pages were temporarily locked, leaving only the first page accessible to her.

The first page contained mostly beginner-level items, which were perfect for her current situation.

After some consideration, Yan Luoyue first took out a low-level **Tranquil Water Talisman**.

This type of talisman had a mild effect, making it ideal for experimentation.

After a round of testing, Yan Luoyue discovered something.

She could only take items out of the inventory but couldn’t put anything back in.

It seemed she would have to be cautious when retrieving items in the future, lest she end up with something she couldn’t explain.

Once she finished studying the inventory, she could start examining its contents to save her dangerously low health bar.

The most straightforward method, of course, would be to equip herself with every health-boosting item available, stacking up hundreds of points of vitality.

But that wasn’t possible.

According to the game’s mechanics, characters had to meet specific cultivation requirements before they could use equipment.

Some higher-level talismans and elixirs were also subject to this rule.

In other words, a cultivator in the **Qi Refining Stage** couldn’t use equipment meant for the **Foundation Establishment Stage**, and a **Foundation Establishment Stage** cultivator couldn’t use **Golden Core Stage** equipment…

When playing the game, Yan Luoyue had never considered this a problem.

After all, every new account started at level 1, with cultivation defaulting to the lowest tier of the **Qi Refining Stage**.

But now, it was a huge issue!

The game’s developers had clearly never anticipated a scenario where a character like Yan Luoyue—with zero cultivation, a health value of 1, and a level of Lv0—would exist in the system!

This was a bug!

After a brief moment of thought, Yan Luoyue quickly came up with a new plan.

—In the game, almost all equipment had cultivation requirements for equipping.

The keyword here was *almost*, because there was one type of equipment that could bypass this rule.

That was player-crafted equipment.

This was a unique feature of *Wanjie Guiyi*.

In the game world, players could choose paths other than the standard cultivation progression: alchemy, talisman-making, formation crafting… and, of course, artifact forging.

In addition to the system-provided recipes, players could also experiment with their own formulas for artifacts, elixirs, and formations.

These player-created items were generally referred to as “custom items.”

As one of the top artifact forgers in the game, Yan Luoyue had once developed a forging technique that could imbue equipment with the property of “ignoring cultivation requirements.”

Although she often used this technique on high-level equipment, she had also practiced it on low-level gear.

In theory, those items should be on the first page… Ah, found them!

Yan Luoyue let out a delighted squeak.

Since these were her early practice pieces, the quality control on these items wasn’t exactly stable, and some of them had rather peculiar attributes.

For example, there were boots with the trait “Trip Every Ten Steps, Break a Leg Every Thousand Miles,” a hair ribbon labeled “Why Grow Old with You? Gradual Hair Dye in Three Days,” and a bat-winged cloak that boasted “Fly Like a Lovebird, Land with Luck E.”

Player-crafted equipment often had these kinds of Easter eggs.

These strange and amusing details made the game feel incredibly lifelike and were part of the reason why so many players were obsessed with *Wanjie Guiyi*.

After carefully sorting through the items, Yan Luoyue finally selected a piece of equipment that boosted her health.

As one of her early experimental creations, it also came with a rather unfortunate side effect.

—“When equipped, the player’s health will increase by 20; however, every fifteen minutes, the player will lose 10% of their current health.”

This bizarre combination of health gain and loss reminded Yan Luoyue of those perplexing math problems involving filling and draining a pool.

Thus, she named the item “Xiao Ming’s Water Tank.”

Yan Luoyue’s current health regeneration rate was about 1 point every five minutes.

Gaining 20 points of health while losing 10% every ten minutes was clearly a terrible deal.

But Yan Luoyue’s starting health was pitifully low!

Even with the extra 20 points, one-tenth of her health was only 2.1 points, and fifteen minutes was more than enough time to fully recover!

This was a case of the equipment losing out while she came out ahead.

Yan Luoyue: Bet you didn’t see that coming—I don’t even have enough health to lose!

Her movements, though quiet, were enough to rouse the sharp-eared demon cultivator nearby.

Yan Yu groggily opened her eyes, still half-asleep, and reached out to pat Yan Luoyue’s direction.

Yan Luoyue immediately retracted her hand, acting as innocent as could be.

Yan Yu patted the baby while mumbling, “Good girl, good baby… Huh? Did you wet yourself?!”

This was no small matter. Yan Yu bolted upright, lit the oil lamp in the room, and felt the damp spot on the bedding. She then checked Yan Luoyue’s dry swaddling cloth, utterly baffled.

Yan Yu hesitated before asking, “How… did you wet the blanket without wetting yourself?”

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Heaven knows, that wasn’t…

Well, actually, it was the **Tranquil Water Talisman** she had been experimenting with earlier.

The next morning, Yan Yu went to the incubation room for her shift, leaving Yan Gan to look after Yan Luoyue.

Seizing this opportunity, Yan Luoyue took “Xiao Ming’s Water Tank” out of her inventory.

It wasn’t until she held the item in her hand that Yan Luoyue realized it had a minor, albeit harmless, flaw.

—The item’s appearance was that of a wooden hairpin.

And Yan Luoyue, at the moment, only had a tiny tuft of baby hair on the crown of her head.

Forget styling her hair—she couldn’t even manage a tiny ponytail.

“…”

Fortunately, the system’s definition of “equipping” was quite flexible. As long as Yan Luoyue held the hairpin in her hand, the equipment’s attributes would activate. Otherwise, the sight of her trying to use the hairpin would have been too ridiculous to imagine.

Clutching the wooden hairpin in her tiny fist, Yan Luoyue turned toward the rising sun crawling up the window frame and flashed a smile brighter than the sunlight itself.

The sensation of her health bar suddenly multiplying by 20 was as exhilarating as winning the lottery and becoming an overnight millionaire.

For the time being, she no longer had to worry about her health bar teetering on the edge of disaster—unless…

“Huh?” Yan Gan’s handsome face suddenly appeared in her field of vision.

“Why are you holding a hairpin? Did Sister Yu give it to you? Oh no, you’re just a baby turtle—you could hurt yourself!”

With a gentle stroke of Yan Luoyue’s cheek, Yan Gan carefully took the hairpin from her hand and cooed soothingly,

“There, there, how about I give you a ball to play with instead?”

No!

Brother Turtle, let go of that!

That’s not just a hairpin—it’s my lifeline right now!

Yan Luoyue’s dark eyes widened in alarm.

An infant’s strength was no match for Yan Gan’s, and she could only watch helplessly as “Xiao Ming’s Water Tank” was taken away and casually tucked into his own hair as he played with her.

Her chubby little face suddenly showed a look of sheer panic.

—You fool, take that thing off right now! It’s fine for me to wear, but it’s going to be a disaster for you!

In her desperation, Yan Luoyue accidentally choked on her own saliva.

In an instant, a flurry of -0.1 damage indicators filled her vision, accompanied by the flashing red warning of her critically low health.

Unbelievable—choking on saliva was actually a continuous damage effect.

“…”

She was exhausted, truly exhausted.

Under Yan Luoyue’s numb gaze, her health bar plummeted from a full 1 point to a mere 0.3 in less than three seconds.

The change in her health was immediately reflected in her physical state. The next moment, Yan Gan leapt up in terror, his hands trembling as he scooped Yan Luoyue into his arms.

“Sister Yu!” he shouted, sprinting toward the door. “Ahhhh, Sister Yu—the baby’s turned deathly pale!!!”

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Plip-plop, plip-plop—wet droplets fell onto Yan Luoyue’s swaddling cloth from above.

Yan Gan had only run halfway before realizing something was off. He wiped his nose absentmindedly, then froze in shock.

He muttered to himself, utterly confused, “Huh? Why am I bleeding from my nose?”

Yan Luoyue: Because you didn’t take off Xiao Ming’s Water Tank, you dummy!

To be honest, that morning was quite chaotic.

As for how she later resorted to acting cute, throwing tantrums, and using every trick in the book to finally retrieve the hairpin, Yan Luoyue truly couldn’t bear to recall it.

She had already made up her mind to permanently erase that scene from her memory.

That evening, when Yan Yu returned home, she also saw the wooden hairpin.

Like Yan Gan, she initially thought it was just a toy someone had brought to amuse the child.

However, Yan Yu’s approach was much more mature than Yan Gan’s.

She didn’t try to snatch it away forcefully but instead attempted to trade it with a smooth wooden ornament.

Seeing how Yan Luoyue clung to the hairpin, refusing to let go, Yan Yu smiled patiently. She wrapped several layers of cloth around the pointed end of the hairpin and then covered it with a soft, skin-friendly silk pouch.

After this, the "Little Ming’s Reservoir" was officially approved.

Yan Luoyue was instantly won over by Yan Yu’s gentle and kind way of handling things.

The next day, before Yan Yu went on duty, Yan Luoyue grabbed onto a corner of her robe, refusing to let go.

—She absolutely didn’t want Yan Gan to take care of her again. Between the two of them, it was hard to say who was taking care of whom.

Yan Yu thought for a moment and actually ended up carrying Yan Luoyue to the incubation room.

Coincidentally, that day, several new turtle eggs had hatched in the incubation room, and the mothers of the hatchlings had also arrived upon hearing the news.

These middle-aged women had serene expressions, and upon seeing Yan Luoyue, they all marveled in amazement.

While the turtle clan was known for their long lifespans, even they had never seen a baby turtle so young already in human form.

Someone suggested, “Why don’t we let the babies stay together?”

Instinctively, upon hearing this, Yan Luoyue felt a chill run down her spine.

The next second, she heard Yan Yu, ever gentle and kind, reply with a smile, “Sure, they’re all baby turtles. They should get along just fine.”

Immediately after, several baby turtles were placed one by one onto the large heated kang. Once all the baby turtles were settled, Yan Luoyue was also placed among them.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

What, I’m considered a baby turtle too?

The newly hatched turtles were still a bit clumsy and awkward in their movements, looking utterly innocent and adorable.

These freshly hatched baby turtles, still blowing bubbles, had shells of various colors—some black, some patterned, and some green.

As if out of curiosity, the baby turtles began crawling over each other’s shells.

Before long, the little turtles grew tired and started looking around.

Then, as expected, all the baby turtles turned their curious gazes toward Yan Luoyue’s head.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Wait, don’t come over here! Don’t crawl on me! And definitely don’t blow bubbles on my head!

The aunties exchanged pleased whispers.

“Look how well they’re playing together.”

“At this age, baby turtles form the strongest bonds.”

“The children are getting along so well, it’s quite lively.”

“…”

Yan Luoyue had a grim premonition that if her new life continued to be filled with such endless surprises, she would be trained into a ninja in this world of cultivation.

Finally, when an especially energetic yellow-shelled baby turtle climbed onto Yan Luoyue’s head for the Nth time, she couldn’t take it anymore.

She grabbed the hairpin and, using the soft cloth-wrapped end, firmly pushed the baby turtle off.

At this, the aunties, who had already been marveling at Yan Luoyue, were even more astonished.

“Oh, she can do such precise movements just one day after hatching?”

“She’s truly remarkable. My eldest had been in human form for ten days and still struggled to control her limbs sometimes.”

“She’s indeed a prodigy, able to take human form right after hatching.”

“Yes, she’s practically a divine child—a divine turtle!”

Everyone nodded in agreement, sincerely praising her:

“A divine turtle, a divine turtle, she really is a divine turtle!”

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Yan Luoyue relaxed all her muscles, her eyes lifelessly staring at the ceiling as the baby turtles freely and joyfully crawled all over her.

Some people may be alive, but their eyes are already dead.

And some Ninja Turtles may be alive, but they’ve already died of embarrassment.