She Dominates the Immortal Realm with Her HP Bar

After this incident, Yan Luoyue felt that having Yan Gan take care of her might not be such a bad thing after all.

At least, in his human form, Yan Gan didn’t have a shell, didn’t blow bubbles, and didn’t have tiny claws that made clicking noises when he moved around.

As a turtle, Yan Gan was warm-hearted, lively, and a bit of a chatterbox. Even when facing a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, he could gently poke her soft cheeks while chattering away enthusiastically.

If he were taking care of a real baby, they would probably be thoroughly annoyed by his constant babbling.

But Yan Luoyue didn’t mind. Yan Gan’s rambling was actually quite convenient for her, as it gave her more opportunities to learn about this world.

“Every time late autumn comes around, it’s the most boring time of the year,” Yan Gan said, resting his chin on one hand and muttering to himself.

“Most of the clan goes into hibernation, leaving only a few members on duty. You hardly see anyone around the clan grounds.”

Yan Luoyue listened lazily, blowing a small bubble in response.

She had discovered over the past few days that as long as she gave a little response, Yan Gan would happily carry on the conversation by himself, even filling in the gaps with his own imagination. It was quite convenient.

Sure enough, Yan Gan grabbed a small cloth to wipe the corner of Yan Luoyue’s mouth, his tone suddenly cheerful.

“You’re asking if I’m lonely? Haha, big brother isn’t bored at all this year because I get to take care of you!”

Yan Luoyue: “Da.”

“Oh, you’re asking why it’s only me and Sister Yu taking care of you, and where your parents are… Well, Uncle Feng and Auntie, they… they…”

After stumbling over his words for a moment, Yan Gan finally found an excuse:

“They’ve gone on a long trip. They’ll come back when you’re older.”

Yan Luoyue blinked.

Over the past few days, by piecing together conversations between Yan Gan and Yan Yu, she had learned about her origins.

The parents of this body had perished in a sudden demonic disaster just before the hibernation period began.

When news of their deaths reached the clan, someone was sent to handle the aftermath. Near the place where they had died, a pure white turtle egg was found.

That white egg was the shell from which Yan Luoyue had hatched in this life.

In truth, there was no direct evidence to prove that Yan Luoyue was related to Yan Feng and his wife by blood.

However, turtle eggs were usually gathered in one place and collectively cared for by the clan.

Therefore, no one bothered to investigate whether Yan Luoyue was truly the orphan of Yan Feng and his wife.

—After all, it was definitely a turtle egg, so she must be one of the clan’s children. Just raise her.

Yan Gan absentmindedly squeezed Yan Luoyue’s chubby little fist.

When he gently poked it with his fingertip, a small dimple appeared on the back of her milky-white hand, making it look utterly adorable.

He muttered to himself, “The elders who could make decisions are all hibernating, and they didn’t leave any instructions about you… I guess things will probably stay the way they are now, with Sister Yu raising you. Hmm, if that’s the case, I’ll definitely visit more often and help Sister Yu out.”

Yan Luoyue: “Da da.”

“Hehe, you want to say thank you to big brother, don’t you? No need to thank me, big brother doesn’t find it troublesome at all!”

Yan Gan happily picked Yan Luoyue up, carefully nuzzling her soft, chubby cheeks.

After the cheek-to-cheek nuzzle, Yan Gan put Yan Luoyue down, his expression now tinged with confusion.

“I’ve heard people say that newborn babies have a milky scent… but why don’t you smell like milk at all? You just smell like turtle food and bugs.”

Yan Gan nodded thoughtfully. “It seems the rumors are wrong.”

Yan Luoyue: “…”

If he hadn’t brought it up, it would’ve been fine.

But now that he mentioned it, Yan Luoyue couldn’t help but feel a surge of resentment.

—Was this her fault?

—If you want a baby to smell like milk, you should at least give her some milk to drink!

…………

Over the past few days, Yan Luoyue had discovered that the game “Unity of Ten Thousand Realms” shared many similarities with reality.

If the cultivation levels—Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation, and Tribulation Transcendence—were merely coincidental, and her ability to use the Still Water Talisman was her golden finger, then the fact that her alchemy skills from the game could also be applied in reality was more than just a coincidence.

Yan Yu had a personal magical artifact called the “Weaving Algae Net,” which Yan Luoyue had seen once by chance.

At that moment, Yan Luoyue was surprised to find that her experience as a master alchemist in the game also worked in reality.

Take Yan Yu’s Weaving Algae Net, for example. With just one glance, Yan Luoyue’s head started to ache.

Though she had only seen it briefly, it was enough for her to realize that the person who crafted this artifact had used crude methods. The fire control during the material fusion was too weak, causing the main and auxiliary materials to only superficially bond.

The finishing process was also rushed, with insufficient quenching, which gave the artifact a “half-baked” feeling when used.

If artifacts were graded on a scale of 100, this Weaving Algae Net wouldn’t even reach a passing score.

If Yan Luoyue were given the same materials to work with, even if her hands and feet were tied, she wouldn’t produce something like this.

Unfortunately, she was still just a baby and had too many limitations.

Otherwise, Yan Luoyue would have jumped out of bed, grown to three feet tall, and immediately taken the Weaving Algae Net to refine it properly for Yan Yu.

Sigh, she wondered when she would finally grow up.

…And more importantly, whether her strange constitution would allow her to live long enough to grow up.

Whenever she thought about this, Yan Luoyue’s expression was filled with helplessness.

As the saying goes: Don’t talk about people during the day, don’t mention ghosts at night, and if you’re reincarnated as a turtle, don’t boast about your lifespan.

Perhaps because she had inadvertently set the flag of “growing up smoothly,” that very night, Yan Luoyue came down with a high fever.

Yan Luoyue… Yan Luoyue had nothing to say.

Earlier that day, to let in some fresh air, Yan Gan had opened a small crack in the window of the neighboring room for a short while.

He had even made sure to close the door tightly and wrapped Yan Luoyue in an extra layer of blankets.

At the time, Yan Luoyue hadn’t felt cold.

She had her small reservoir of vitality, and her health points had remained above 20, which was perfectly normal.

Who could have guessed that by nightfall, she would suddenly develop a fever?

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Seriously?

Among her various health-draining mechanisms—physical attacks, magical attacks, mental attacks—was there now also a delayed feedback mechanism?

Lying on her back, watching her health bar drop by -0.05 every two minutes, Yan Luoyue didn’t even feel like blowing bubbles anymore.

However, Yan Luoyue wasn’t actually worried about the fever.

She had plenty of medicinal pills stored in her inventory, and in a critical situation, she could easily take one to restore her health points.

While high-level pills were restricted and could only be taken after reaching a certain cultivation level, low-level pills had no such limitations.

For example, the most basic Minor Restoration Pill could restore 50 health points with just one dose—enough to save two Yan Luoyues.

But Yan Yu didn’t know about this, so she was deeply concerned about Yan Luoyue’s sudden illness.

As the caretaker of the incubation room, Yan Yu had overseen the hatching of hundreds of eggs, but this was the first time she had encountered such a fragile little turtle as Yan Luoyue.

After all, turtles were naturally resilient creatures, and as a demon race, their vitality was even stronger.

Generally, as long as a baby turtle successfully hatched and was cared for properly without any natural predators, it was almost impossible for them not to survive.

But Yan Luoyue, who could transform into human form right after hatching and yet had such a fragile constitution, was truly unprecedented.

The baby in the swaddling clothes opened her large, dark eyes, her thick lashes casting a small shadow on her jade-white skin.

She was extremely well-behaved. Even though she was sick and uncomfortable, she didn’t cry or fuss.

The little girl simply stared at Yan Yu.

As if sensing Yan Yu’s worry, every time she heard Yan Yu sigh, she would gently grasp Yan Yu’s finger with her tiny fist and give it a little tug.

Her understanding nature made Yan Yu’s heart ache even more.

A strong sense of urgency welled up in Yan Yu, and she suddenly decided to give the child a name.

Once she was named, it would signify the formal establishment of their adoptive relationship.

That night, the moonlight streaming through the window cast a soft glow over the infant in her arms.

The silvery light fell on the baby’s snow-white skin, making her and the moonlight seem almost indistinguishable in their pure, radiant whiteness.

Yan Yu murmured softly, "I heard that in ancient times, there was a tree called the Falling Moon, which surpassed even the great Toon tree in longevity. It considered a hundred thousand years as a spring, and another hundred thousand years as an autumn... Since you were born so frail, perhaps we should borrow some fortune from this ancient tree and name you after it—Falling Moon."

As soon as she finished speaking, the baby in her arms gave a slight stir.

Yan Yu seemed to sense something and looked down. There, Yan Luoyue curled her tiny eyes into a sweet smile directed at her.

A child's smile is one of the most heartwarming things in the world. Seeing her little grin, Yan Yu couldn't help but smile back.

The next moment, Yan Yu reached out to touch Yan Luoyue's forehead and was surprised to find that her fever had subsided.

Yan Yu exclaimed, "Oh, this...?"

Could it be that naming her to borrow fortune was really this effective?

Yan Luoyue thought to herself: No, actually, I just sneaked a Small Revival Pill while you weren't looking.

Before Yan Yu could finish marveling, an unexpected phenomenon occurred.

The baby in her arms suddenly stiffened, and a large amount of blood began to pour from her nose!

This was only the beginning.

Soon, blood started oozing not just from her nose but also from the corners of her mouth, her eyes, and even the pores of her skin!

Yan Yu gasped in shock.

The blood blurred Yan Luoyue's eyes and her stunned expression.

—Yan Luoyue never could have imagined that after the Small Revival Pill had fully restored her health, it would continue to take effect!

Her initial health points were only 1, and even with the attributes from her hairpin, it only reached 21. However, the Small Revival Pill could replenish 50 health points.

So, after maxing out Yan Luoyue's health bar, the remaining health points began to gush out of her pores.

Although the bleeding didn't hurt or reduce her health, the visual effect was absolutely terrifying!

Yan Luoyue caught a glimpse of her reflection in Yan Yu's eyes and couldn't bear to look any longer.

This is too tragic, she thought. She was worried that this sight might leave Yan Yu with some psychological trauma.

Yan Luoyue: "..."

How could there possibly be such an unreasonable setting in this world?

…………

Wiping her body, feeding her, checking her temperature.

Then washing the blood-soaked swaddling clothes and blankets with a cleansing spell.

Amidst all the chaos, the tumultuous night finally came to an end.

As dawn approached, Yan Yu was relieved to see that the child was still alive.

That's all that mattered—she was alive.

Although she had only been caring for Yan Luoyue for less than three days, Yan Yu had no other expectations for her besides survival.

Letting out a long sigh, Yan Yu began to ponder seriously: Had she given the child too grand a name by calling her "Falling Moon"?

It's said that in the mortal world, children are easier to raise if they have humble names.

Perhaps... she should change it to something like "Little Earthworm" or "Silly Grasshopper"?