She Dominates the Immortal Realm with Her HP Bar-Chapter 32

The first batch of storage pouches and swords custom-made by Zhaoxin Residence was quickly completed.

Yan Luoyue had previously arranged the delivery time with them.

As for the location, before the matters with the Lu family were settled, Yan Luoyue had no intention of setting foot in Ruyi City again.

After some negotiation, they decided to hold the exchange at the Moonlit Market, which was considered neutral ground for the demon race.

Familiarity breeds ease—this time, Yan Luoyue once again randomly selected a lucky food stall as the meeting point.

Since entering the refining trade, she had come to appreciate the Moonlit Market’s unique advantages more and more.

Each market session, the stall locations were never fixed, the operating hours unpredictable, and even the stall owners changed constantly.

Even if someone were determined to investigate activity at the Moonlit Market, with these three variables in play, reconstructing the scene would be nearly impossible—let alone extracting the information they sought.

The market’s "lack of rules" was, in fact, its greatest cover.

The manager of Zhaoxin Residence arrived even earlier than Yan Luoyue.

Spotting the striking black-robed figure of the refiner from a distance, he immediately rose to his feet with utmost deference.

Beside him sat a stunningly beautiful woman—the same female cultivator who had intervened on Yan Luoyue’s behalf that day.

Noticing Yan Luoyue’s gaze, the woman offered a lazy smile, making no move to stand, merely raising a hand in a casual wave.

"I recall this fellow cultivator serves as a guest advisor for Zhaoxin Residence?" Yan Luoyue nodded slightly, her voice—a low, raspy baritone—betraying no emotion. "Thank you for your assistance last time."

Zhuo'er studied Yan Luoyue with an amused glint in her eyes.

Her gaze, bright as rippling water, held not flirtation but a pointed implication.

"Master seems far cooler toward me this time. Could it be you resent my interference in your business?"

Yan Luoyue shook her head, her reply curt. "You overthink it."

The weapons were delivered first. Yan Luoyue placed four standard storage pouches on the table and slid them toward the manager.

She had assumed the glamorous woman would find an excuse to discreetly withdraw during the exchange.

To her surprise, Zhuo'er remained seated, utterly unperturbed.

Even more startling, the manager made no effort to dismiss her. Instead, he began inspecting the swords in her presence.

Witnessing this, Yan Luoyue fell silent for a moment before turning toward the manager. She tapped the table once with a bent knuckle.

Though her face remained shrouded in the cloak’s shadows, the meaning behind the gesture was unmistakable.

Her question to the manager was clear—*What’s going on?*

*Why bring this woman to the handover?*

Even if the goods required a high-level cultivator for escort, couldn’t the guest advisor be temporarily excused during inspection?

If the manager failed to explain himself adequately, Yan Luoyue would sever all ties with Zhaoxin Residence after this transaction.

Recognizing the implied distrust, the manager rose again, offering a contrite bow.

"My deepest apologies, Master. I didn’t mean to deceive you last time."

"Allow me to properly introduce—this Lady Zhuo'er is, in fact, one of our establishment’s proprietors."

Ah. No wonder the woman had participated in the dealings with such unshakable confidence.

Zhuo'er nodded. Propping her cheek on one hand, the flickering lantern light accentuated her jade-like complexion.

"Forgive us, Master. During our last meeting, you hadn’t yet formalized your partnership with Zhaoxin Residence. Thus, my true identity couldn’t be revealed."

Here, she smiled faintly and gestured to the storage pouches.

"But after witnessing your skill, I realized we’d judged you by petty standards."

"With talents like yours, you’ll soar to the realm of golden-scaled dragons soon enough. Our humble affairs will seem like child’s play to you."

As she spoke, Zhuo'er placed an object on the table, using a handkerchief as a buffer.

It was an invitation—a lavish scarlet card adorned with gold flecks, its opulence transforming even the greasy, worn surface of the food stall’s table.

At its center, the characters "Hundred Refinements" shimmered in cinnabar and gilt.

The lower right corner bore a silver emblem: a three-legged cauldron with a hammer and chisel floating above its mouth—the universal sigil of a refiner in this world.

A flicker of understanding crossed Yan Luoyue’s expression.

"This is—"

"An invitation to the Hundred Refinements Assembly. Keep it for yourself, or gift it as you please."

Zhuo'er motioned gracefully toward the card, her smile radiant.

"Additionally, I’ve heard whispers… the next Assembly may unveil a world-shaking secret."

In the *Myriad Realms Return* game, similar gatherings existed. True to its name, the Hundred Refinements Assembly was an exclusive convention for refiners.

Here, "Refinements" represented the crafters, while "Hundred" denoted rank.

Held once every decade, the Assembly issued a strictly limited number of invitations.

All passes were distributed before the conclusion of the previous event and could only be transferred, never supplemented.

The invitation Zhuo'er offered Yan Luoyue was dated several years in the future.

Calculating silently, Yan Luoyue estimated her vitality would have reached a far safer threshold by then.

Beyond the Hundred Refinements Assembly, there existed even higher-level gatherings like the Thousand Refinements Assembly and the Ten Thousand Refinements Assembly. However, these latter two were currently beyond Yan Luoyue’s reach.

In truth, just an invitation to the Hundred Refinements Assembly alone could fetch at least a thousand low-grade spirit stones—and even then, it was nearly impossible to come by.

Zhuo’er’s apology gift had struck right at Yan Luoyue’s heart.

As a refining artisan, she naturally didn’t want to miss such a grand event.

Generally speaking, these kinds of grand gatherings always featured specialized refining competitions.

Since arriving in this world, Yan Luoyue had never had the chance to spar with others in her craft, and the thought of it made her fingers itch with anticipation.

But to refine a piece worthy of such a stage, she needed to find a suitable flame first.

It didn’t necessarily have to be a rare innate flame. With the right separation technique, even some meticulously cultivated acquired flames would work for Yan Luoyue.

Putting on a serious face and furrowing her delicate brows, Yan Luoyue mentally listed out a plan.

First, her clan members, Sister Yu, and her two brothers were definitely dead ends when it came to flame-related clues.

Before Yan Luoyue, the Tortoise Clan had never produced a renowned refining artisan, so they had little knowledge of refining matters. Even the Great Elder, the most powerful among them, couldn’t explain the differences between flame types.

Second, the manager of the Prosperity Pavilion might have some leads, but she’d need to adopt a different disguise first.

After all, in the manager’s mind, the young girl Yan Luoyue, the cloaked refining artisan, and the mysterious "master" behind them were all esteemed figures in the refining world.

With such lofty statuses, how could they possibly trouble a small-town manager for something as trivial as an acquired flame?

Lastly, the highest-level contact Yan Luoyue currently had was Jiang Tingbai.

However…

Yan Luoyue sighed deeply.

When it came to flame-related clues, Jiang Tingbai was the most likely to know something.

Unfortunately, he was both poor and unskilled in refining… *ahem*—what Yan Luoyue meant was, Jiang Tingbai maintained an upright and incorruptible character while knowing only the bare basics of refining. He probably couldn’t offer much help in this regard.

Still, it wouldn’t hurt to ask him for advice.

Yan Luoyue mulled over this until the next day’s class.

With various life-saving artifacts safeguarding her, Yan Luoyue had grown bolder lately and occasionally attended martial classes with her two brothers.

Most of the time, during these classes, Yan Luoyue didn’t participate in sparring.

Instead, she’d set up a small stool beside the instructor, holding her little water bottle and sipping mung bean soup from time to time.

Occasionally, when the instructor led the students in practicing stances and techniques, Yan Luoyue would stand at the front row and mimic the movements.

But for some reason, every time she kicked up her little chubby legs, snickers would rise from behind her.

When Yan Luoyue swiftly turned around, the boys would all put on solemn expressions, and some would even ask with exaggerated concern, “What’s wrong, little sister? Did something happen?”

Yan Luoyue: “……”

She saw right through them—they were all a bunch of mischievous little demons!

But today’s martial class was different—it was an outdoor combat session.

The students of the Elite Class weren’t new to field training.

Usually, in such classes, experienced instructors would first sweep the area with their spiritual senses to ensure safety.

Once confirmed, they’d divide the students into small groups and assign them specific targets to hunt.

Today, the student paired with Sang Ji happened to be Brother Tang.

Now *this* was an old acquaintance.

Ever since being beaten down by Yan Gan and Sang Ji, Brother Tang had adopted a stubborn “fall nine times, rise ten” mentality. In many martial classes, he’d doggedly challenge them, his unyielding spirit almost admirable.

Now that the two of them were grouped together, it was truly a case of “when foes meet, their eyes blaze with fury.”

Before Sang Ji could even react, Brother Tang turned his head away in disgust and spat out venomously, “Sang *dog*.”

If he was going to provoke first, Sang Ji was more than happy to respond.

When it came to mocking, Sang Ji was at least a dimension above Brother Tang.

With a lazy smirk, he unscrewed his bamboo cup of mung bean soup and pointed at Brother Tang tauntingly. “Just you wait—wait till the *soup* cools.”

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The double entendre instantly sent Brother Tang into a rage.

Yan Luoyue had been watching from the sidelines, but Sang Ji’s remark was just too good.

And then she suddenly remembered—Brother Tang was actually a pheasant demon.

Instantly, the famous line *“The chicken soup is here—”* flashed in her mind, and she couldn’t help but let out a snort.

Her laughter wasn’t loud, and she stifled it quickly.

But to Brother Tang’s ears, it was like poking a hornet’s nest.

Eyes blazing, Brother Tang finally found a target for his pent-up fury.

He stomped toward Yan Luoyue. “What, just because I can’t beat your brother, you think I can’t beat *you*?”

Sang Ji’s expression darkened instantly. “If you’ve got any shame, take it out on *me*. What does this have to do with my sister?”

“If it’s got nothing to do with her, then she shouldn’t have laughed!”

Brother Tang gnashed his teeth, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Sang Ji—then, without another thought, he lunged at Yan Luoyue.

“I’ve had enough of this little turtle brat! Last time, it was *her* who snitched to Jiang Tingbai and got you out of trouble, wasn’t it?”

Sang Ji immediately reached out to grab Brother Tang, his fingertips just brushing against the fabric of Tang’s back. Yan Gan, who had been assigned to another group, also noticed the commotion and hurried over in their direction.

But none of them moved as fast as Yan Luoyue.

In the split second before Brother Tang’s looming shadow could descend upon her, Yan Luoyue swiftly pulled a jade bracelet from her backpack.

This was the highest-level defensive gear she could currently wield with her cultivation level—capable of deflecting attacks within a certain range.

Given the circumstances, Yan Luoyue wasn’t the least bit flustered.

After all, in less than half a second, Sang Ji would have Brother Tang restrained.

The teacher’s gaze had already snapped toward them, and a silver sphere shot from his hand like a streak of light.

With her defensive artifact at the ready, Yan Luoyue had no reason to fear whatever reckless move Brother Tang might make… Huh? Wait—what?!

Brother Tang’s swinging fist never landed on Yan Luoyue.

He neither struck nor cursed at her. Instead, with a smirk brimming with malice, he scattered a handful of small spheres at her feet.

“Cry for your big brother now, you little brat.”

Yan Luoyue dodged the spheres in time—but not the aftermath.

The moment the spheres hit the ground, dozens of intricate patterns of light unfurled, weaving chaotically across the floor.

Sang Ji sucked in a sharp breath. “Teleportation arrays!”

Damn it, he should have remembered—Brother Tang had splurged on random teleportation arrays at a stall during the Hundred Refinements Assembly!

Yan Luoyue reacted instantly, bolting away.

But the combined pull of over a dozen activated teleportation arrays was overwhelming, their force yanking at her limbs like invisible hands.

Worse still, this was neither an attack nor something her defenses could block. Neither the jade bracelet she’d just drawn nor the blood-restoring hairpin could do a thing against it.

The teacher arrived just in time, his sword slashing down onto the arrays and shattering a large section of the formations.

Normally, damaging a teleportation array would halt the process immediately—for the safety of the person being transported.

But for some reason, these dozen or so arrays kept functioning!

Small random teleportation arrays typically had a range of no more than a few miles.

Because overlapping them could cause interference, no one in their right mind would activate multiple at once. Using over ten simultaneously was practically unheard of.

To make matters worse, Brother Tang hadn’t bought these arrays from a reputable shop but from a shady roadside stall—a completely unregulated product that didn’t even stop functioning when damaged.

Under these compounded circumstances, Yan Luoyue was whisked far beyond the usual teleportation range.

At the moment, she didn’t yet know the full reasons behind this.

All she knew was that she hadn’t escaped the arrays’ radius in time.

The next second, a brilliant flash of light blinded her. When her vision cleared, she was… elsewhere.

Yan Luoyue scanned her surroundings, mentally assessing her location.

The air was damp and murky, moss clinging to towering stone walls. Stalactites hung overhead, dripping water at irregular intervals. A faint, musty stench lingered in the air, tinged with something metallic—like blood.

From all signs, she was either in a massive cave or deep inside a mountain.

And the lingering scent suggested this might be the territory of some beast or demonic creature.

Considering this, Yan Luoyue first tucked herself into an inconspicuous corner before pulling out her… well, not her smartwatch, but her communication stone linked to Jiang Tingbai.

As for exploring the cave or provoking whatever creature might lurk here? Not a chance.

For a delicate elementary schooler like her, “when in trouble, call the teacher” was an instinct engraved into her DNA.

She quickly fired off an urgent message, briefly describing her surroundings.

No need for excessive detail—a powerful sword cultivator like Jiang Tingbai could simply sweep the area with his spiritual sense.

As far as Yan Luoyue knew, random teleportation arrays only had a range of a few miles.

(She didn’t yet realize the anomalies had flung her much farther.)

Normally, a successful message would trigger an alert for both sender and recipient.

For instance, the notification tone she’d set for Jiang Tingbai’s communication stone was: *“You’ve got a new sword order—please check it promptly.”*

But after waiting a full quarter-hour, no confirmation came.

To test the connection, Yan Luoyue sent a few more messages. None went through.

“…”

Her expression darkened as realization settled in.

To her knowledge, communication stones failed under only three conditions:

First, the stone was broken.

Second, the distance between users exceeded its range.

The third reason was something few knew—only those familiar with the crafting process, like Yan Luoyue, would be aware of it.

Namely, the presence of certain rare natural treasures with unique auras—such as a born-of-heaven anomalous flame.

The question was… which scenario was she facing now?

As Yan Luoyue was deep in thought, a sudden gust of demonic wind howled past her face!

The violent gust carried an unmistakable, scorching stench of rot. It moved with terrifying speed, and since Yan Luoyue was distracted while leaning against a stone wall, she had no time to dodge.

With a sharp *clang*,

the foul wind struck her face, shattering the jade bracelet on her wrist into two pieces.

Seizing the momentary delay caused by the blocked attack, Yan Luoyue slipped under the creature’s armpit and dashed to a more open area where she could maneuver freely.

Only then did she get a clear look at the source of the stench.

It was a… bizarre-looking creature.

Its appearance somewhat resembled a lynx, but instead of fur, its body was covered in scab-like scales. Its claws were not the soft pads of a feline but instead resembled the gnarled, razor-sharp talons of a chicken.

The beast’s scales were unnervingly vibrant, pulsing with a grotesque, bloody hue with every breath it took, evoking an instinctive revulsion.

Recognizing the threat, Yan Luoyue’s expression turned grave as she silently slipped half her hand into her storage pouch.

She quickly assessed the tools at her disposal.

Aside from standard talismans and magical artifacts, she had also crafted some personal protective gear.

The creature had an unusually large nose, suggesting heightened olfactory senses—meaning a specialized version of her palm thunder attack might be particularly effective.

However, the cave was narrow, and the stagnant air would make it difficult to disperse any toxins. Even if she used the gas mask she’d prepared, the lingering fumes would still harm her.

Xiao Ming’s water reservoir had blood-draining properties—perhaps she could try that.

She also had her newly forged treasure, *"Me and Horse Share an Average Fortune of a Hundred Billion"*…

In an instant, Yan Luoyue mentally reviewed all her options.

Meanwhile, her hands were already in motion. When she withdrew them from her storage pouch, her fingers were packed with flame talismans and thunder talismans.

The damp, foul air in the cave grew tense and electric.

Just as Yan Luoyue and the beast locked eyes, the situation on the verge of eruption, a third figure suddenly descended from above!

In the dim, oppressive environment, this unexpected hero shone like the brightest disco ball in the room!

—Yes, literally. Their skin was coated in a faint golden radiance, shifting in brilliance with every movement, making them a literal, glowing beacon of light.

The dazzling display was so distracting that it wasn’t until the figure landed on the beast’s back in a tiger-pinning stance that Yan Luoyue realized it was a fair-skinned young woman.

The girl wore an extremely plain gray nun’s robe, sans cassock, with a prickly buzzcut that stuck straight up—as if she hadn’t shaved it in days. She must have been a young nun from some unknown convent.

Her hands were wrapped in thick layers of cloth, so densely wound that they resembled a pair of boxing gloves.

She must have noticed Yan Luoyue’s presence the moment she descended.

That was why she had chosen to mount the beast’s back, forcefully yanking the scruff of its neck to steer it away from Yan Luoyue’s direction.

The sudden appearance of a radiant foe enraged the beast.

It let out a deafening roar, thrashing violently before rearing up on its hind legs in an attempt to throw the nun off.

The abrupt ninety-degree flip caught even Yan Luoyue off guard.

The young nun was jolted violently, sliding from the beast’s shoulders all the way down to its lower back in an instant.

Yet, just as quickly, she adapted.

Her legs clamped tightly around the lynx-like creature’s abdomen, and her right hand—still gripping its loose neck scales—tightened with renewed force.

But the "boxing gloves" made it hard to maintain her grip—something both the nun and the beast realized at the same time.

A second later, the beast gave another fierce shake, freeing most of its neck from her grasp.

Without hesitation, the nun delivered a powerful kick to the creature’s side, using the recoil to launch herself backward.

She clenched her fists, pushed off the cave wall with her right foot for extra momentum, and dove back at the beast in a high-speed aerial assault!

If those two flying kicks had been the turning point in this battle, what happened next was the decisive factor in her dominance.

With a solemn chant, she recited: *"The Buddha is merciful—"*

Her voice, polished by Buddhist practice, carried a serene and soothing tone.

But the phrase… didn’t end there.

Immediately after the scripture came—*"Your mom—"*?!

Yan Luoyue nearly rubbed her ears in disbelief, wondering if she’d misheard.

Alongside this… unconventional prayer, the cave echoed with the nun’s relentless barrage of punches—each fist moving like a rapid-fire machine gun, hammering the lynx’s skull at a rate of over a dozen strikes per second!

*"Ratatatatatat—"*

The scene unfolding before Yan Luoyue was nothing short of surreal.

Too stunned to speak, she could only watch, utterly captivated by this… *enlightened* beatdown.

*"Ratatatatat—"*

This was the sound of the little nun's Vajra Iron Fist hammering down.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

This was the pained yelps of the lynx-like beast.

"Buddha’s mercy my ass, Buddha’s mercy my ass…"

This was the furious chant of the little nun as she struck.

Yan Luoyue: "…"

To be honest, this scene couldn’t help but leave Yan Luoyue feeling somewhat dazed.

For a moment, she even had the illusion of witnessing something like "Homage to the Gatling Bodhisattva, spinning 3,600 times per minute to grant deliverance…"

Wait a second—

This eloquent and reasonable little master, Yan Luoyue seemed to have met her before!

She was… the one mentioned in the Shuilian Convent’s announcement during the recent Gathering of Talents—the very Jing Xuan who had "persuaded" three flower thieves to embrace celibacy!

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