She Dominates the Immortal Realm with Her HP Bar

The next morning, Yan Luoyue obediently followed Yan Yu to the incubation room without any fuss or tears.

Yan Gan, who had gotten up early to see them off, was reluctant to let her go. He tried several times to keep Yan Luoyue at home, but Yan Yu, firm in her decision, overruled him without hesitation.

"If you miss your sister, you can always come to the incubation room," Yan Yu said nonchalantly.

Yan Gan's expression turned grave, as if he could already picture himself surrounded by a crowd of aunties and grannies.

Yan Yu paid no mind to the reserved demeanor typical of a young turtle like Yan Gan.

As soon as she carried Yan Luoyue into the incubation room, the baby was immediately swarmed by a group of turtle women.

With her adorable, snow-like appearance and her ability to transform into human form right after birth, Yan Luoyue became the most dazzling star baby in the room.

The familiar earthen kang bed was there, with women chatting on the edges while the center was covered with tiny turtles.

Their round shells were no larger than a coin from her previous life, and their miniature size was unbearably cute.

Hundreds of little turtles were spread out on the kang, yet there was still plenty of space.

When Yan Luoyue arrived, the women happily cleared a spot by pushing aside a dozen or so turtles to the left and right, making room to place her swaddle right in the center.

One of the women gently tucked in Yan Luoyue's blanket and said lovingly,

"Usually, the children learn to transform by imitating their parents. But how can adults and children look the same? The number of times they fail is too heartbreaking to count."

"Now that Luoyue is here, they can see what a baby should look like. It'll save them a lot of trouble."

At that moment, Yan Luoyue finally understood why she was so popular.

Turns out, in this world without preschool education, she was a rare teaching tool.

On the kang, the little turtles cautiously circled around Yan Luoyue.

Their curious, beady eyes examined her closely.

Suddenly, a "plop" sound broke the silence—one of the turtles had blown a bubble at Yan Luoyue!

This burst of a drool bubble seemed to awaken the instincts of the other turtles.

In no time, the "plop plop" sounds surrounded Yan Luoyue in a 3D stereo effect, echoing nonstop.

The little turtles happily blew bubbles while crawling toward Yan Luoyue, their tiny claws tapping rhythmically on the kang.

Yan Luoyue: "..."

She was reminded of the fear she felt when a few turtles had climbed on her before.

But this time, there were far more turtles—an entire group of them.

All the newborns of the year were on this kang.

Though she kept shouting in her heart, "Please don't come any closer," things didn’t go as she wished.

As the cheerful crawling sounds drew nearer, her mind seemed to broadcast a synchronized announcement:

"Report—Yan Luoyue has been surrounded by the turtles on all sides.

The enemy turtles are now attempting to climb onto Yan Luoyue's feet.

The nearest enemy bubble is just one centimeter away from Yan Luoyue!"

Faced with such overwhelming odds, Yan Luoyue looked around, took a deep breath, puffed out her cheeks, and turned them into round, white dumplings.

—"Plop."

Yan Luoyue blew an enormous bubble, even bigger than the turtles' shells!

The little turtles looked up in awe, their eyes wide and unblinking, completely mesmerized.

...

While the turtles curiously studied Yan Luoyue, she was also carefully observing their physical structure.

Just as they would learn to transform into human form by imitating her, Yan Luoyue needed to study their shapes to turn herself into a proper little turtle.

Although she had no cultivation yet, transformation had nothing to do with cultivation.

What set demons apart from beasts was their innate ability to take on two forms.

Aside from their natural demon form, demons could attempt to transform into humans from birth without needing any cultivation.

Just as human babies learn to sit up, roll over, and crawl as they grow, transforming into a human was as natural for demons as eating or drinking.

In theory, transforming into a turtle should be even easier than transforming into a human.

So, Yan Luoyue's situation—learning to transform into a human before mastering her turtle form—was as bizarre as "learning to eat before learning to breathe."

The entire morning, Yan Luoyue practiced transforming into a turtle.

Perhaps lacking a bit of talent in the art of transformation, she made many attempts but showed no signs of success.

Her biggest breakthrough during this time was learning how to retract her neck.

It wasn’t until Yan Yu finished her tasks, picked up Yan Luoyue, and fed her a bowl of powdered paste that Yan Luoyue realized the morning had flown by.

Seeing Yan Yu feed Yan Luoyue, the women gathered around.

"Ah, since this child transformed so early, what do you usually feed her?"

"Here, I just mix this with warm water," Yan Yu said, generously showing the "milk powder pouch" she carried.

The cloth pouch was clean and the size of a sachet, filled halfway with a milky-white powder made from snowflake worms, enough to last Yan Luoyue a day.

The aunties and grannies took a pinch to taste and praised Yan Yu's skill. Some even offered suggestions enthusiastically:

"Eating the same flavor every day, Luoyue must be getting bored. I still have some dried red worms from last year that haven’t been ground yet. I’ll bring you a bag tomorrow to give the little one some variety."

"That’s right! I’ve got some fat green worm powder at home. Don’t be shy, just let me know."

"We’ve got some too…"

"I’ll bring some tomorrow…"

The women chatted warmly, and one even gently pinched Yan Luoyue’s tender, juicy cheek, making playful baby-talk sounds.

"Let me see… Oh, our little Luoyue hasn’t grown any teeth yet. Don’t worry, when you do, Auntie’s house has the freshest toon worms—plump and juicy, bursting with flavor. I’ll grab a handful for you to snack on every day, okay?"

Yan Luoyue: "..."

As she listened to the endless list of worm-based delicacies, Yan Luoyue, who had been diligently eating from her spoon, froze in shock.

No, no, aunties, you’re too kind. Such a rich variety of "auntie love" was more than she could handle.

No wonder Yan Gan didn’t want to come to the incubation room. She had thought it was just teenage shyness, but it turned out this place was a nightmare…

Most babies would instinctively open their mouths in surprise, but this time, Yan Luoyue kept her lips tightly sealed.

Faced with the prospect of a future filled with various worm powders, she instinctively crossed her chubby little arms in front of her chest, forming a big "X."

Yan Luoyue usually took a nap in the afternoon.

But today, she was too terrified by the enthusiastic aunties to sleep.

Every time she closed her eyes, it felt like colorful little worms were swirling in her vision, accompanied by the aunties’ descriptions: "plump and tender," "rich and flavorful," "springy and juicy," "endless aftertaste"…

"..."

Shivering silently, Yan Luoyue opened her eyes and decided to skip her nap altogether.

She chose to continue practicing her transformation, using endless failure to numb herself.

After so many setbacks, her mind began to wander, drifting far away like a wild horse.

Suddenly, a faint, unfamiliar warmth flowed through her, and Yan Luoyue felt a comforting heat in her core. She had finally sensed something different.

Snapping back to reality, she realized what had just happened.

—No wonder demons described transformation as "like an instinct."

It turned out that the power of transformation was as natural as the flow of the Dao, something that happened effortlessly and spontaneously.

The more you forced it, the harder it became.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Luoyue relaxed her limbs and tried to recreate that state of mind—drifting, slightly drowsy, and utterly at ease.

After setting aside most of her thoughts, it seemed as though a force from deep within her bloodline began to emerge. Yan Luoyue didn’t force it to move but allowed it to flow out naturally, like a gentle stream.

In a drowsy state, the sensation on Yan Luoyue’s back suddenly changed.

She opened her eyes as if waking from a dream, glancing around to confirm what had just happened.

—Clearly, she had mastered the trick of transforming into a turtle—well, partially, at least.

So, at this moment, Yan Luoyue’s limbs and head remained unchanged, but her torso had transformed into a round, shell-like structure.

In other words…

Yes, imagine a little turtle lying on its back.

That’s exactly the position Yan Luoyue was in now.

…………

That afternoon, as the sun dipped toward the horizon, Yan Yu carried a smooth, white stone into the incubation room.

The stone was oval-shaped, with a fine texture and a polished surface so smooth that, from a distance, it looked like a turtle egg magnified hundreds of times.

It was also on this afternoon that Yan Luoyue finally witnessed the legendary “bloodline test” in action.

The women who had been sitting by the heated kang, chatting and laughing, took turns stepping forward. They casually pricked their hands or wrists, leaving a faint red mark just deep enough to draw a trace of blood.

As soon as the faint trace of blood touched the smooth surface of the stone, the white stone emitted several beams of light.

The light beams steadily projected onto the heated kang, illuminating the shells of a few small turtles.

Then, the woman would smile, withdraw her hand, and quickly walk over to the kang, scooping up her family’s little turtles into her pouch.

She cheerfully bid farewell to the others.

“I’ll take the kids home now!”

“Go ahead, sister.”

“Don’t forget about weaving the mats tomorrow morning.”

By the next morning, she would bring the little turtles back to be cared for alongside the other newborns of the clan.

After a while, when the clansfolk could easily pick out their own children from the group of nearly identical little turtles, Yan Yu wouldn’t need to bring out the testing stone every day.

The golden-red sun was almost halfway below the horizon.

In the incubation room, the women each took their children, and the number of little turtles left on the heated kang dwindled.

Finally, even the last little yellow-shelled turtle was happily tucked into its mother’s arms, and the incubation room fell quiet.

The kang, which had been full during the day—with aunts and sisters sitting on the edges and tiny turtles crawling all over—was now empty.

Yan Yu let out a slow breath, finally done with the day’s work. She relaxed, stretched her limbs, and let out a long, satisfying stretch.

Just as her arms reached their full extension, her gaze drifted to the center of the kang.

There, a neatly folded baby swaddle lay in the very center.

But the swaddle was empty.

“…”

Yan Yu suddenly remembered that she had brought a child with her to work today.

So, now that her shift was over, where was the child she had brought?

—Where was Yan Luoyue?

Blinking in confusion, Yan Yu’s mind raced through several possibilities.

She instinctively lifted the soft swaddle, glancing toward the door as if expecting someone to return with the baby, apologizing, “Oh, I must have taken the wrong child.”

But the next second, her fingers brushed against something hard.

Yan Yu suddenly looked down, her eyes widening in surprise!

There, a tiny, delicate turtle with a light green shell, no bigger than a coin, was holding the corner of a hairpin in its mouth.

It was struggling, inch by inch, to crawl out of the swaddle.

As if sensing the swaddle being lifted, the little turtle froze.

It slowly raised its head, the hairpin still in its mouth, and its round, black eyes gleamed like two shiny beads.

They seemed to say, “All the other little turtles have been picked up. Are you here to take me home?”

Yan Yu tentatively called out, “…Luoyue?”

The little turtle nodded slowly.

Overjoyed, Yan Yu scooped up the tiny turtle in her hands!

“Luoyue, you’ve learned to transform!”

“Sister, you’ve succeeded in becoming a turtle!”

Two voices rang out simultaneously in the room.

Yan Yu and Yan Luoyue turned toward the second voice to see Yan Gan standing on the threshold of the incubation room, grinning.

Ah, he had arrived half an hour early today, when the aunties hadn’t all left yet.

The young boy, shy and a little embarrassed, hadn’t wanted to admit he was there to pick someone up, so he had spent the time hiding and sneaking around the clan grounds.

Yan Gan walked over, taking the little turtle from Yan Yu’s hands and cradling it carefully, examining it from every angle.

As he looked, Yan Gan suddenly noticed something odd.

“Hmm… Sis Yu,” Yan Gan called hesitantly, “take a look at this…”

“Huh?” Yan Yu didn’t understand.

Yan Gan hesitated. “Look here, at the back. Um, did Sister forget to grow a tail?”

Yan Yu flipped the little turtle over a couple of times. “It seems… she really is missing a tail.”

Yan Gan whispered, “…Ahem, it’s not just ‘seems.’ I think Sister really doesn’t know how to grow one.”

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Right, besides the shell, turtle transformations also required a little tail.

She had been so focused on turning her limbs into claws that she had completely forgotten about the tail!