She Dominates the Immortal Realm with Her HP Bar-Chapter 34

◎A Lifeless Lynx, a Soul Adrift, a Lynx Flayed Alive!◎

Without a second thought, Yan Luoyue tightened her grip on the handkerchief, flicked her wrist, and shifted her toes forward slightly.

The moment she made this move, the lynx demon abruptly leaped back a full step!

It actually worked!

The demon truly feared that emerald scale!

Yan Luoyue’s eyes lit up instantly. Without pausing to ponder why, a plan swiftly took shape in her mind.

Her small hand rose lightly, patting Shen Jingxuan’s lower back. Hidden beneath the loose folds of the monk’s robe, she silently slipped an object into Shen Jingxuan’s palm.

“Master, when the moment comes, put this on it.”

Shen Jingxuan traced the ring-shaped object with her fingers, recognizing by touch that it was a beaded necklace.

“Leave it to me,” she replied evenly.

No sooner had the words left her lips than Shen Jingxuan lunged forward, seizing the moment when the demon recoiled with a whimper. She swung her fist and unleashed an all-out attack!

As the young monk rolled up her sleeves and clenched her fists, Yan Luoyue’s mind inexplicably conjured the grand sound effect of *Lu Zhishen Uprooting a Willow Tree*.

Shen Jingxuan formed the *Vajra Subduing Evil Seal* with her hands, her serene face radiating a solemn golden light reminiscent of a bronze Buddha statue.

Her left hand raised a string of prayer beads as she chanted a Buddhist invocation. Then, gripping the stone-carved beads tightly, she brought them crashing down.

A single punch left a distinct imprint of the prayer beads on the demon’s face.

The blow shattered the lynx’s nose, sending two streams of blood gushing from its nostrils.

The lynx’s nose—tender and sensitive—stung sharply. With a furious snarl, the demon was thoroughly enraged.

Before Shen Jingxuan could retract her fist, the beast snapped its jaws, baring rows of dark violet fangs, and clamped down on her left arm.

Blood seeped between the demon’s teeth like a flowing tide, and Shen Jingxuan’s arm bones cracked audibly.

Yet, this was precisely the moment Shen Jingxuan had been waiting for.

Injured and still weakened by lingering toxins, she knew she had to strike fast, hard, and true to subdue the demon.

Though pain flashed across her face, her hands remained steady. Without hesitation, she pulled out the beaded necklace.

At its center gleamed a blood-red *Heartbound Stone*, pulsing with an eerie glow.

In one fluid motion, Shen Jingxuan looped the necklace around the demon’s throat.

The elastic material expanded obligingly as soon as it touched the lynx’s head, settling snugly around its neck.

At once, the demon’s roar twisted into something strange. Startled, its fangs loosened their grip, allowing Shen Jingxuan to wrench herself free.

Clearly, like Yan Luoyue—who wore an identical necklace—the lynx now sensed the connection forged by the *Heartbound Stone*.

This was Yan Luoyue’s first time using *“Mine and Mark’s Average Net Worth: Billions.”*

Despite the divide of race, species, and even intelligence, for one fleeting instant, Yan Luoyue and the lynx shared a strange emotional resonance.

Yan Luoyue sensed the demon’s fury, bloodlust, and confusion, while the lynx detected her unwavering confidence.

The bald lynx pricked its ears, shoulders tensed, back arched high—a posture of utmost wariness.

In its limited experience, opponents who radiated such certainty were either seasoned veterans or hopelessly naive.

Judging by appearances, this seemed to be a naive child.

Under the demon’s wary gaze, Yan Luoyue removed every healing talisman from her person.

Then, she rummaged through her sleeve and produced… a very, very tiny silver knife, no longer than an adult’s thumb.

At the sight, the lynx’s sparse fur bristled—this had to be an immensely powerful artifact!

But then it watched as…

Huh?

It watched as Yan Luoyue struck a hostage-taker’s pose and pressed the tiny blade—wait, *threateningly*—against her own index finger?

The lynx demon: ???

Never in its demonic life had it been so thoroughly baffled.

With utmost solemnity, Yan Luoyue began negotiations.

“Now that you’re wearing the necklace, you understand me, right? Step aside, let us pass, and we’ll go our separate ways peacefully.”

“—Otherwise, I’ll make sure you learn the meaning of *a lifeless lynx, a soul adrift, a lynx flayed alive!*”

The lynx demon: “…”

If low-level demons could speak, it would have retorted: *“That’s it? THAT’S your threat?”*

What a joke. This soft, pudgy child was brandishing a *nail clipper* and trying to intimidate *it*?

That tiny blade couldn’t even pierce its hide—it’d only manage to nick her own finger.

A mocking, wheezing laugh rattled in the demon’s throat.

The lynx glanced at the short-haired girl it had just shaken off. One of her arms was a mangled mess, and venomous shadows had crept up to her neck.

These two were no longer a threat.

They would be its dinner.

The demon padded forward lightly—only for the child to issue another warning.

“Take one more step, and I’ll cut my finger. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

The bald lynx shook its head disdainfully and pounced.

At the same instant, Yan Luoyue’s slender silver knife drew a faint crimson line across her skin.

Immediately, half the health bar above her head vanished.

But that wasn’t all—as a lingering effect, the tiny cut continued to drain her health at a rate of -0.1 per second.

Meanwhile, mid-leap, the demon suddenly felt an inexplicable weakness surge through its body, as if its organs had been hollowed out.

It plummeted straight down, landing with a resounding *SPLAT*.

“…”

The abrupt turn of events left both the lynx and Shen Jingxuan utterly dumbstruck.

The only one who grasped the truth was Yan Luoyue—a child in appearance, a child in reality, and the *Turtle Clan*’s greatest prodigy!

After all, a little turtle with a mere 10 HP could lose half its health and only go from *weak and pitiful* to *even weaker and more pitiful*.

But for a demon with nearly 10,000 HP to lose half its health in one go, then continue bleeding at 1% per second… *ouch*.

Yan Luoyue blew gently on her injured finger and whispered, “Master, now’s your chance.”

Shen Jingxuan snapped out of her daze.

Summoning her remaining strength despite the poison’s grip, she widened her eyes, clenched her fist, and delivered the final blow.

A lynx demon’s skull was notoriously tough—even a hundred punches would barely dent it.

But this time, under Shen Jingxuan’s strike, the bald lynx’s head shattered like tofu.

——This demon would never understand, even in death, how such a thing could exist in this world. How could weakness become an unstoppable weapon?

Yan Luoyue: It’s very simple—because I’m awesome.

Due to the effects of the Heart-Linking Stone, after the lynx demon died, Yan Luoyue’s health also dropped to 0.5.

This was the most significant modification Yan Luoyue had made to the Heart-Linking Stone.

**[Attribute Name: Fuse

Effect: Before either party’s health drops below 5%, both sides lose health proportionally. Once one party’s health falls below 5%, the Heart-Linking Stone’s synchronization is automatically severed.]**

After the demon collapsed with a thunderous crash, Yan Luoyue stepped forward, wrapped her hand in cloth, and retrieved the beaded necklace.

Clearly, following "Xiao Ming’s Water Tank," the phrase "Ma ○ and I have an average net worth of billions" would become another one of Yan Luoyue’s ultimate weapons.

As long as her health remained this low, and as long as she had a teammate who could deliver the final blow at the critical moment, then—below the Golden Core stage—Yan Luoyue would be invincible.

…………

Using the medicinal pills she carried with her, Yan Luoyue briefly treated Shen Jingxuan’s wounds.

The young nun was poisoned and injured, her gray monk’s robe soaked through with blood.

The top priority now was to get Little Master Jingxuan out of the cave and find help.

As for Xiao Ming’s Water Tank, it remained embedded in the red demon deep within the cave. Yan Luoyue planned to retrieve it later.

Supporting the unsteady Shen Jingxuan as they walked, Yan Luoyue began reflecting on what had just happened.

The battle had been too fast-paced earlier, leaving her no time to ponder the details. Only now, in hindsight, did certain things stand out.

For example… why had that lynx demon been so afraid of a single scale from the little green snake?

Yan Luoyue had kept the scale the little green snake had given her wrapped in a handkerchief the entire time.

Yet, the lynx had still sensed it through the fabric. Unless the demon had X-ray vision, it must have encountered the little green snake’s aura before.

But…

Yan Luoyue frowned slightly.

She still remembered the cool, smooth texture of the little snake, like jade, and how it had obediently closed its eyes, curling into a bracelet around her wrist, its translucent form glowing faintly.

That beautiful, well-behaved, affectionate little snake, who had let Yan Luoyue coil him into a serpent-shaped pancake—why had it inspired such fear in the demon?

If the demon had sensed the little green snake’s aura before, where had the two of them met?

Moreover, this demon was also venomous…

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Though there was no evidence, Yan Luoyue couldn’t help but recall the cultivators of the Lu Clan.

The memory of Lu Clan servants purchasing poisons at the Moonlit Market lingered in her mind.

The Lu Clan’s high-priced demand for venomous creatures, the little green snake captured by the Lu Clan, and this demon that recognized the snake’s aura—could there be a connection between these three?

At first, Yan Luoyue had thought of the little green snake as a Xianxia version of Medusa.

Later, the little green snake had coiled around her wrist like a bracelet, each emerald scale shimmering like sea foam under the moonlight.

That was the first time they had formed a two-way bond.

Then, the little green snake had left in the night, leaving behind a single bloodstained scale—like an unsolved riddle.

And today, in this cave, Yan Luoyue had uncovered the second half of that riddle.

Before this, Yan Luoyue had vaguely considered crafting a tracking compass, but it had only been a passing thought—no concrete plans, no materials purchased, just idle speculation.

Now, though, she was itching to make one.

Lost in thought, the light before her suddenly brightened.

Yan Luoyue blinked in surprise before realizing—she had found the cave’s exit.

…………

Helping Shen Jingxuan outside, Yan Luoyue settled her against a wind-blocking rock and handed her several bottles of medicinal pills.

"This yellow one is a standard antidote. You’ve already taken some, but if the poison flares up again, have another."

"The blue one restores vitality—er, I mean, it boosts your health. You can take one anytime, just in case."

"This little box has topical ointment—Sweet Delicacy Pills. Huh? Never heard of them? What about Little Tortoise Paste… Oh, you’ve heard of that."

Yan Luoyue’s lips twitched. "Well… sure, that works too. Anyway, let me treat your wounds first."

Shen Jingxuan sat cross-legged, her face pale, her left arm dripping with tainted blood.

But the young nun’s back remained straight, as if she were attending an evening scripture recitation.

"You needn’t stand on ceremony, little benefactor. This humble nun’s monastic name is Jingxuan—you may call me Jingxuan directly."

Yan Luoyue continued applying medicine, her large eyes curving into crescents.

"Alright then! I’m Yan Luoyue—just call me Luoyue. That’s what my family calls me."

(Though at home, Sister Yu and Brother Gan sometimes teased her with "Second Locust" or "Little Locust," but that was beside the point.)

After tending to Shen Jingxuan’s wounds and stabilizing the poison, Yan Luoyue took out her communication stone and tried sending a message to Mr. Jiang.

Once again, it failed.

The distance between Chunzhuo Mountain and the Turtle Clan’s territory wasn’t so vast that the communication stone wouldn’t work.

Unless Mr. Jiang had accidentally broken his own stone, there was only one other possibility…

Yan Luoyue turned, her gaze burning as she looked back at the cave.

Something inside was interfering with the communication stone—a rare treasure!

She made up her mind: After ensuring Little Master Jingxuan was safe and detoxified, she would return to search for that treasure and retrieve Xiao Ming’s Water Tank.

Hmm, how to contact someone now…

Before she could think further, a cheerful chirping sounded above her.

The bird’s call was bright and urgent, as if deliberately trying to catch her attention.

Yan Luoyue looked up to see a plump, round little bird with fluffy orange chest feathers—like a tiny tangerine cake—circling overhead!

"Chirp~ Tweet-tweet!"

Yan Luoyue’s eyes lit up. "Huhu?"

Hearing its name, the bird fluttered excitedly. "Tweet! Tweet-tweet!"

Yan Luoyue’s eyes widened, and she suddenly remembered something. She climbed the nearest hillock and scanned the sky.

Against the vast blue expanse, beneath the drifting clouds, dozens of small, nimble orange figures flitted through the forest, calling out in sweet chirps.

They darted through the mountain streams and trees, as if searching for something.

Yan Luoyue took a deep breath. "Everyone… is looking for me?"

Huhu perched on her shoulder and confirmed with a decisive "Tweet!"

Then it took off again, flying to its fellow birds, joyfully spreading the news: "Tweet-tweet~ Chirp-chirp!" Don’t worry—we found her!

Soon after the toothpick birds relayed the message, the academy sent someone to retrieve Yan Luoyue and Shen Jingxuan, bundling them both away.

Coincidentally, the one dispatched to fetch them was none other than the stern and rigid Mr. Dong, who had clashed with Sang Ji on multiple occasions.

Tagging along shamelessly on Mr. Dong’s flying artifact were Yan Gan and Sang Ji.

After confirming his little sister’s safety, Sang Ji finally let out a deep sigh of relief—enough to even provoke Mr. Dong with a teasing remark.

*"I thought you’d scold me with a straight face, telling me to respect my elders and that students shouldn’t freeload rides on their teacher’s artifacts."*

Yan Gan discreetly kicked Sang Ji under the table, sensing his friend was deliberately stirring trouble.

It was as if Sang Ji thought his crocodile hide was too pristine and needed a good thrashing to be turned into a handbag.

Mr. Dong fixed Sang Ji with a level gaze.

The young cultivator’s expression remained as solemn as ever, but this time, he didn’t pull out that glossy vine whip from his sleeve.

*"Worrying for your younger sister’s safety is natural kinship. Far from reprimanding you, I should commend your loyalty and integrity—from now on, I’ll regard you in a new light."*

Sang Ji blinked, rubbing the tip of his nose as the faint defiance on his face faded.

He cleared his throat, saying nothing, but his posture subtly straightened.

It was as if… as if, in that moment, he’d suddenly realized that a monstrous figure he deeply disliked could, aside from breathing fire, also tie a little flower to its horn.

The monster might still be a monster.

But that tiny bloom softened his prejudice, slowly melting away the barriers of the past.

……

Shen Jingxuan was taken to a nearby medical sect near Huajin Prefecture for professional treatment.

As for Yan Luoyue, she was carried back to the academy in turns by Yan Gan and Sang Ji.

Along the way, she pieced together how they had found her.

The moment her disappearance was discovered, the martial arts instructor who had taken them out immediately reported it to the academy.

Like Yan Luoyue’s initial plan, Jiang Tingbai had also tried contacting her via messaging stone.

But as he wasn’t an artificer, he didn’t know certain rare treasures could interfere with the stone’s function.

When the messaging failed, Jiang Tingbai assumed Yan Luoyue had been transported beyond its range.

After a brief explanation, he left on his sword, sweeping the area with his spiritual sense.

Unfortunately, Jiang Tingbai’s luck was poor—he’d chosen the opposite direction of Chunzhuo Mountain. Otherwise, Yan Luoyue would have been found sooner.

The academy left only two instructors behind to supervise the students’ self-study.

The rest employed their own methods, releasing their spiritual senses in all directions to search for Yan Luoyue.

Sang Ji immediately sent his toothpick birds back to his clan, mobilizing the Black Crocodile Clan’s chattering flock.

In the end, it was these adorable little creatures who first located Yan Luoyue.

This time, the tiny toothpick birds had earned a great merit!

Upon receiving the news, not only did Hu-Hu joyfully hop on Yan Luoyue’s shoulder, but Sang Ji’s chest also puffed out more proudly than usual.

Though Mr. Dong usually wore a stern expression, appearing unapproachable, he was surprisingly empathetic.

He waited until the three siblings finished their lively exchange before asking Yan Luoyue about her recent whereabouts.

He privately assumed that since she’d been found near Chunzhuo Mountain, her messaging stone must have been accidentally damaged.

*"The Buddhist nun traveling with you seemed unwell, as if poisoned. Where were you transported to?"*

Yan Luoyue considered her words, omitting her speculations about rare treasures and skipping over the metaphorical comparisons, summarizing her experience briefly.

Yet the moment she uttered the word *"demon entity,"* Mr. Dong’s expression grew grave.

Not just his—even Yan Gan and Sang Ji beside her tensed slightly.

Yan Luoyue hesitated. *"...Sir?"*

Mr. Dong shook his head gently. *"It’s fine. I’ll take you back first."*

As he spoke, he formed a hand seal to let the artifact fly automatically, then released a paper crane messenger—likely to report the demon’s appearance to the academy.

A short while later, Yan Luoyue’s feet finally touched solid ground again.

Upon her return, her classmates swarmed out, abandoning their self-study to surround her in a tight circle.

*"Luoyue, you’re finally back! Are you hurt?"*

Worryingly examining her from head to toe—this was the lawful good type of classmate.

*"Luoyue, you’re back~"*

Casually ruffling the fluffy little balls on her head—this was the chaotic neutral type.

*"HAHAHA Luoyue, guess what? We had a whole day of self-study—it was AWESOME!"*

This one… no question, definitely chaotic evil.

Drowned in their concern, Yan Luoyue responded to each before remembering the most important matter.

*"Wait, where’s Brother Tang?"*

She was going to turn that troublemaker into *"Here comes the chicken soup—!"*

*"......"*

At her question, the classmates’ expressions turned peculiar.

Following their collective gaze, Yan Luoyue was stunned.

In the corner of the classroom, a featherless wild chicken trembled violently, crammed between a cabinet and the wall, shaking like a leaf.

It took Yan Luoyue a full second to process. *"That’s… Brother Tang?! Wait, what happened? Why isn’t he in human form?"*

The classmates chimed in, helping her reconstruct the full story.

After learning of Yan Luoyue’s disappearance, the students of the Li Class had been swiftly brought back. As for Brother Tang, the instigator, he was immediately interrogated by three or four instructors.

At first, Brother Tang hadn’t grasped the severity, answering with a smirk.

Until Jiang Tingbai stood up and fixed him with an icy stare.

Recalling this, Yan Gan sucked in a sharp breath—clearly never having imagined the usually gentle and warm Jiang Tingbai could appear so cold and stern.

Shivering involuntarily, he admitted, *"Even when Brother Ji got thrown off Jiang-sensei’s sword, I wasn’t this scared."*

Sang Ji: *"...Thanks, buddy. You could’ve left that first part out."*

If even Yan Gan, who knew Jiang Tingbai well, was this terrified, Brother Tang—who faced that glare directly—had it worse.

Stammering out a *"I don’t know,"* he was so frightened that he reverted to his demon beast form—clothes not included.

For an adult demon beast, being forced back into their primal form was considered a lifelong humiliation.

Though young demons in their growth phase aren’t usually so particular, transforming back to their original form without even bringing their clothes along is a blunder only baby demons would make—like a child in their teens fumbling with a spoon and spilling rice everywhere.

Sang Ji chimed in with gleeful schadenfreude: “Tsk tsk, how embarrassing.”

Unable to pry any answers from Brother Tang, the teachers exchanged a few words before fanning out in different directions to search for Yan Luoyue.

As for Brother Tang…

Sang Ji—no, *Sang Biao*—his eyes glinting with mischief, flashed a grin so doglike, so *utterly* doglike, it could only belong to a canine.

True to form, he slipped into the teachers’ thatched office, snatched up the pheasant desperately trying to burrow into its clothes, forcibly separated the two, and marched back to the classroom with nothing but the bird in hand.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Then, Yan Gan and Sang Ji, their fury still simmering, teamed up to pluck Brother Tang bare, leaving him as bald as a plucked chicken.

Judging by how thoroughly that “white-cut chicken” in the corner of the classroom had been denuded, when Brother Tang finally resumed human form, he’d likely be hairless from head to toe—eyebrows, body hair, even eyelashes included.

Now, Yan Luoyue finally understood why Brother Tang refused to transform back.

—Because his clothes were still being held hostage by that utterly shameless triple-dog, Sang Ji!

“Just you wait, this isn’t over.” Sang Ji shot Brother Tang a disdainful glance.

“An offense this severe won’t go unpunished by the school. And if the school does nothing? Well, you’ve still got me and your brother—did this brat really think a little feather-plucking would settle the score? *Hah*, we’re just getting started.”