She Dominates the Immortal Realm with Her HP Bar-Chapter 41

◎Because that radiance had once tenderly illuminated his eyes.◎

Unlike "Immovable as a Tortoise," which is more suited for giant turtles, "Divine Turtle Whirlwind" is a cultivation technique better suited for young turtles to practice.

As the name suggests, its effect allows turtle cultivators to transform into a whirlwind.

Using their rapidly spinning shells, Turtle Clan members can break through their opponents' defenses, attacking like spinning throwing darts.

The first step to becoming a whirlwind: First, assume turtle form.

Observing his opponent, Shi Gang, who was visibly tense.

He watched Yan Luoyue warily, half-expecting the little girl to pull a coffin out of thin air at any moment.

Then, under his guarded gaze, without any warning, Yan Luoyue transformed into a light-green little turtle right in the center of the arena.

Shi Gang: ?

Wait a minute, wasn’t your technique called "Newton’s Coffin Lid Can’t Hold Anymore"?

Just from the name, it sounded like some kind of curse-related witchcraft.

But racking his brains, Shi Gang couldn’t recall the Turtle Clan ever being known for witchcraft or curses.

Unaware of her opponent’s overly dramatic internal monologue, Yan Luoyue proceeded to the second step of the technique.

The original text of "Divine Turtle Whirlwind" contained many convoluted technical terms.

After her clan tutor’s explanations and her own insights, Yan Luoyue privately summarized the second step’s principle as follows:

① Using the vertical and horizontal axes of the turtle shell as the center, activate the spell formula to spin rapidly, leveraging the shell’s natural curvature to push air downward, creating a vortex.

② According to Newton’s Third Law, action and reaction are equal in magnitude and opposite in direction.

③ Thus, when turtles exert a downward force on the air, the air reacts by generating an upward lift.

④ When this lift exceeds the turtle’s own weight, the divine turtle can transform into a whirlwind and, propelled by the immense reaction force, launch itself like a dart!

Since smaller turtles are lighter, this technique is perfect for young turtles!

See? The principle is quite simple, right?

But if you read it again carefully…

Who wouldn’t start doubting how the first step leads to the second, or how the second transitions into the third?

At the very least, Yan Luoyue felt this technique was so absurd that even Newton would rise from his grave in protest.

Yet somehow, she had mastered it.

Yan Luoyue still remembered her first successful attempt. Facing her tutor’s praise and the congratulations of her little turtle friends, her eyes glazed over, her mind filled with endless bewilderment… bewilderment… bewilderment…

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But regardless, Yan Luoyue had learned this technique.

In fact, she had mastered it so well that she could confidently use it in the arena without a hint of hesitation.

In the blink of an eye.

Shi Gang had barely lost focus for a second when a pale-green object, wrapped in a terrifying high-speed whirlwind, came hurtling straight at his face!

Upon closer inspection, the object turned out to be a heavy, round, living turtle—something no sane person would ever consider using as a throwing dart!

Shi Gang: "……"

Though he still didn’t know who Newton was or why his coffin lid couldn’t hold, at this moment, Shi Gang’s emotions aligned perfectly with Yan Luoyue’s from two years ago.

—He didn’t understand!!!

Shi Gang hastily raised his palm to block the spinning turtle shell.

As a body cultivator, his hands were as tough as metal.

But under the infusion of spiritual energy, the high-speed rotation converted biological energy into mechanical force, producing a power Shi Gang couldn’t withstand.

It was as effortless as an electric saw slicing through a steel rod, as smooth as a divine blade cutting tofu.

The moment they made contact, Shi Gang’s palm was split open, blood gushing out.

Shocked, he stumbled back.

His combat instincts were decent, and he reacted quickly enough to avoid letting the shell cut into his bones.

Meanwhile, the blood spraying from Shi Gang’s wound was caught in the whirlwind, swirling several times before splattering across the arena.

A small turtle’s voice faintly emerged from the whirlwind: "How about it? Want to surrender now?"

"……"

Shi Gang opened his mouth, feeling his sanity slowly crumbling.

It wasn’t that he feared losing—he had lost before, even to opponents who seemed much weaker.

But this method of defeat… how should he even describe it…

Shi Gang had faced countless opponents on this arena.

Under the rules of hand-to-hand combat, he had seen beastfolk use claws, humans use teeth, even that weirdo Tao Fafa who fought with his hair.

But this was the first time he’d seen a beastfolk weaponize themselves like this!

A turtle shell—how could it possibly be an offensive weapon?!

He was genuinely baffled, utterly unable to comprehend it.

As Shi Gang conceded, the announcer declared: "Champion [Redacted] wins this match!"

The towering body cultivator Shi Gang walked off the stage, his expression dazed and blank.

Watching his sturdy yet unsteady retreat, many spectators couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy.

The second one.

This was already the second fighter who, while physically unharmed, had been mentally pummeled beyond recognition.

Both had been confident of victory, only to be defeated in ways they never saw coming.

Tsk tsk, this Turtle Clan champion [Redacted], cute as she looks, is truly a little… unnatural.

No matter what emotions their eyes betrayed, the audience’s spirit stones spoke for them.

By the time Yan Luoyue began her third match of the night, at least half the crowd had switched sides.

They happily placed their bets on "[Redacted]" without hesitation.

…………

The third match ended, unsurprisingly, in another overwhelming victory for Yan Luoyue.

After three consecutive arena battles, even the endurance-focused Turtle Clan felt a little tired.

Having tested all the techniques she’d learned in actual combat, Yan Luoyue had achieved her original goal.

She politely declined the announcer’s invitation for a fourth or fifth match and went to regroup with Yan Gan and Sang Ji.

"How’d it go, little sis?"

The moment Yan Luoyue stepped out of the backstage contestant passage, Sang Ji’s grinning face leaned in.

As a champion of the Silver Light Arena himself, he had backstage access.

"Come on, let’s split the profits. Your brother and I bet on you for all three matches—we made a killing. Time to share the wealth!"

Yan Luoyue had wanted to place a bet earlier, but Yan Gan had stopped her.

Gambling on matches carried a certain risk, and letting a turtle her age participate didn’t sit right with him.

He and Sang Ji had privately agreed: if they bet on their little sister and won, the spirit stones would be split three ways. If they lost, the losses would be theirs alone.

Yan Luoyue instinctively glanced around, spotting Sang Ji and Wu Pingyuan but not seeing Yan Gan, so she couldn't help but ask, "Where's my brother?"

"Seeing how easily you won, your brother got itchy hands and went to register as a challenger too," Sang Ji replied casually.

Yan Luoyue suddenly recalled what had just happened, and a faint sense of foreboding rose in her heart.

"Wait, if my brother registered as a challenger, did he use his real name or a fake one? And if it's a fake name, which one?"

The question caught Sang Ji slightly off guard.

Just as he struggled to answer, a jubilant Yan Gan came bounding up behind them, his steps light and cheerful.

"I’ve registered too! From today onward, I’m the challenger ‘Pin Pin Pin’ of the Silver Light Arena!"

Yan Luoyue: "..."

Sang Ji: "..."

Yan Luoyue took a deep breath and shot a reproachful look at Sang Ji: Brother Ji, ah, Brother Ji, this is all your fault.

Sang Ji raised an eyebrow, a flicker of guilt crossing his face, but he stubbornly met her gaze: No, no, little sister, you were the one who set the precedent by using the name "Kou Kou Kou."

The two of them silently argued with their eyes for a while.

After a moment, Sang Ji cleared his throat and took the initiative to end this unwinnable battle.

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Yan Luoyue: "I didn’t particularly want any pills or magical tools, so I took the hundred spirit stones."

"Oh, and they also gave me this."

Yan Luoyue raised her hand, revealing a black iron beast-head ring adorning her slender middle finger.

"Apparently, all challengers who win at the Silver Light Arena receive one of these rings. The more matches you win and the tougher the opponents, the higher the rank and color of the ring will upgrade."

It was somewhat like the ranking system in later-generation games, progressing from Black Iron, Bronze, Silver, all the way up to Gold, Crystal, and Jade.

Those who came to fight in the arena were usually competitive by nature.

Though it was just a small ring, it was an effective way to keep challengers hooked.

Yan Luoyue subconsciously analyzed the Silver Light Arena’s strategy while examining the ring on her finger.

To be fair, despite the beast-head carving, the ring wasn’t crude in design.

Its lines were smooth and refined, with even the tiny fangs inside the beast’s mouth clearly defined. After staring at it for a while, it even started to seem a little cute.

After studying the ring for a bit, Yan Luoyue was struck by a new inspiration.

"What do you think about me adding a new design to Jing Xuan’s knuckle dusters?"

She tapped the fangs on the beast-head ring, gradually sketching out the blueprint for a new magical tool in her mind.

"Ordinary knuckle dusters just have spikes on the rings. But the ones I’m designing for Jing Xuan will have two rows of self-opening-and-closing sharp teeth."

Rubbing her chin, Yan Luoyue painted a vivid picture of the future scenario:

"When Jing Xuan throws a punch, the teeth on the knuckle dusters snap shut. When she pulls her fist back, the teeth tear off a chunk of the opponent’s flesh, then slowly release half a beat later... Hmm, I should remind Jing Xuan—only use these against truly wicked villains."

"..."

After hearing Yan Luoyue’s design philosophy, Yan Gan and Sang Ji exchanged glances and couldn’t help but shudder simultaneously.

They both recalled the little nun’s deadly golden fists.

Now, combining the imagined power of those fists with the knuckle dusters their sister had just described...

"Tsk—"

Sucking in a sharp breath, the two of them envisioned a scene straight out of a gory, R-rated horror show.

With this magical tool equipped, the "da-da-da-da-da" sound effects of Shen Jingxuan’s demon-subduing punches would probably turn into "ow-ow-ow-ow" flesh-ripping noises!

Just the mental image was enough to make Yan Gan and Sang Ji feel sorry for those wicked villains.

Surviving Shen Jingxuan’s diamond-hard fists was already a near-impossible feat.

Now, with their sister’s added "assistance," the enemies really wouldn’t stand a chance.

Yan Luoyue traced a shape in the air, thinking the two rows of opening-and-closing spikes resembled a mimosa plant—strangely adorable.

Excitedly, she shared her new discovery with her brothers: "There’s a song called The Shy Rose Blooms Quietly."

"What do you think about naming this new magical tool The Shy Mimosa Opens and Closes Quietly? How does that sound?"

Yan Gan: "..."

Sang Ji: "..."

To be honest, they thought it sounded terrible.

That name single-handedly destroyed their original mental images of roses and mimosas.

Now, both of them imagined the two plants as ferocious, fanged monstrosities!

While Yan Luoyue turned to chat with Wu Pingyuan, Yan Gan and Sang Ji subtly slowed their pace, falling behind the group.

Yan Gan kept his expression neutral, lips barely moving as he whispered to Sang Ji in an extremely low voice:

"If there’s one possibility—just a possibility—whose influence do you think shaped our sister’s naming habits?"

From "Kou Kou Kou" to The Shy Mimosa Opens and Closes Quietly, this wasn’t the kind of thinking an ordinary Turtle Clan member should have!

Sang Ji fell into suspicious silence.

By then, they had circled from the arena’s backstage to the bustling free-trade section.

Sang Ji glanced around and spotted a vendor pushing a cart, selling guokui—a type of crispy, thick pancake.

The vendor’s guokui were the real deal—golden, crispy, hard, round, and thick, with a natural indentation in the middle that made them look like mini woks.

Sang Ji immediately grabbed one, snapped it in half, and handed the larger piece to Yan Gan.

He asked earnestly, "Bro, what do you think?"

Yan Gan: "..."

He felt like his friend was subtly mocking him—and he had proof!

After fighting three matches in the Silver Light Arena, the three of them didn’t start heading back to the clan until the moon was high in the sky.

As she walked, Yan Luoyue reflected inwardly: Thank goodness I was reborn as a demon beast this time, granting me an unusual degree of freedom.

For most beast-type demons, being nocturnal was natural, so kids playing outside late at night wasn’t a big deal.

Add to that the Turtle Clan’s famously laid-back attitude.

From the moment Yan Luoyue could walk, even if she came home late time and time again, Yan Yu had never scolded her.

—What, the kid’s out playing in the middle of the night?

Oh, is she back safe now?

She is? Then it’s fine.

If this were a human family, Yan Luoyue would’ve gotten her backside thoroughly tanned the first time she stayed out late selling ointments at the Moonlit Market!

Amused by the cultural differences between humans and demons, Yan Luoyue couldn’t help but chuckle to herself.

Suddenly, she instinctively turned to glance behind her, feeling as though someone was watching.

"What’s wrong, little sister?" Yan Gan immediately asked, noticing her abrupt movement.

"Ah, it's nothing. I just casually looked back," Yan Luoyue said. Not noticing anything unusual, she turned her head back.

Come to think of it, this wasn't the first time she'd had this feeling.

On several occasions, whether walking alone or with others, Yan Luoyue had vaguely felt a fervent gaze sweep over her. But every time she turned around, she couldn't find the slightest trace of the person.

Yan Luoyue could sense that the furtive glances didn't carry any malice. Moreover, such incidents didn't happen frequently.

Mostly, like today, every three or five months, she'd feel as if she'd been quietly looked at, and then the feeling would disappear without a trace.

Since this unknown and perhaps non - existent gaze hadn't disrupted Yan Luoyue's life so far, she shook her head and stopped thinking about it.

Under the milky - white moonlight, the cool autumn breeze gently ruffled the hair of the group.

The evening dew silently dampened Yan Luoyue's trouser legs. She casually brushed it off and saw a withered petal land on her shoulder.

The petal was only slightly dry and curled at the edges, while the rest of it remained soft and bright.

Before Yan Luoyue could reach out to pick it off, the petal rode on the long wind and drifted away. It was just like a sudden, fleeting gaze and a passing encounter. Who knew when they'd meet again at the end of the world?

It wasn't until the footsteps of the group faded away that a small, round snake's head emerged from the autumn weeds.

The snake's body was as green and shiny as jade, as cool as water. Its flickering eyes reflected the moon in the sky, like two pieces of obsidian covered with a layer of silver gauze.

If Yan Luoyue had been there, she would have noticed that the little green snake's gaze at this moment was strikingly similar to the one she'd felt.

That look was like a poor child eagerly looking at the expensive jewels on display in a crystal window.

He didn't need to force the jewels into his hand, just as a mortal didn't force the moon to stay for him.

As long as he could touch the dazzling appearance of the jewels with his eyes through the glass, he'd be content.

Because that brilliance had gently illuminated his eyes.

Sure enough, Yan Yu didn't say anything about Yan Luoyue's late return.

Seeing Yan Gan bring Yan Luoyue back, she just asked an extra question about whether she'd eaten.

Hearing that Yan Luoyue had eaten, Yan Yu told her that there was a midnight snack left for her in the kitchen. Then she slowly put away the odds and ends on the table and went back to her room to sleep.

A four - or five - year - old turtle is still a child among humans, but in the Turtle Clan, it's an age when one can make half of their own decisions.

Due to inertial thinking, Yan Yu subconsciously thought that Yan Luoyue must have gone to the market with Sang Ji and Yan Gan again.

On the contrary, Shen Jingxuan immediately noticed that Yan Luoyue had gone somewhere other than Yueming Market tonight.

As a disciple of the Buddhist sect, the little nun had sharp eyes.

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She told Yan Luoyue, "You have the aura of the mortal world on you."

Yan Luoyue looked herself up and down but didn't notice any aura.

She only found an oil stain the size of a fingernail on the corner of her clothes - it must have been from the potstickers.

"You have such sharp eyes," Yan Luoyue readily admitted. "Yes, I went to the arena tonight. Hey, Jingxuan, I have a new idea about your brass knuckles..."

Shen Jingxuan listened quietly until Yan Luoyue finished, then she put her hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra.

"Amitabha. In our Buddhist sect, there is a saying of'repayment in reincarnation'. But I've always thought that since it's repayment, there's no need to wait for reincarnation or the next life. For extremely evil people, since they've harmed others' bodies, I should also harm theirs."

Yan Luoyue knew that the so - called "repayment in reincarnation" was a kind of cause - and - effect retribution in the Buddhist sect, similar to the proverb "an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth".

If you hurt someone's eye in your previous life, they'll hurt your eye in the next life. If you break someone's leg in your previous life, they'll break your leg in the next life.

However, from Yan Luoyue's interactions with Shen Jingxuan over the years, she should be the kind of Buddhist believer who doesn't focus on past and future lives but only wishes to show a fierce and just side to punish the evil in this life...

In addition, she also seemed to be the type who regarded herself as a Buddha.

After listening to Yan Luoyue's story, besides the new brass knuckles, Shen Jingxuan was also very interested in the Silver Light Arena.

This was not unexpected, after all, she was a violent nun.

Shen Jingxuan was slightly tempted. "You can go there and back in one night and even fight three rounds. It means the arena isn't far away. I'm free tomorrow afternoon. I'll just go and have a look..."

Yan Luoyue silently complained in her heart: If it were Jingxuan, one afternoon definitely wouldn't be enough.

To find the right place, she'd need to account for the time it would take to go in the wrong direction and travel around the world.

Yan Luoyue was just about to tell Shen Jingxuan that they'd go together next time.

Suddenly, Shen Jingxuan asked, "Luoyue, you just said your ring - master name is 'XXX'?"

"Yes."

A familiar and ominous premonition slowly welled up in Yan Luoyue's heart.

Shen Jingxuan pondered for a moment. "In that case, my ring - master name will be 'LLL'."

Yan Luoyue: "..."

"Enough already!" Yan Luoyue tightly covered her face with both hands, as if possessed by an otter's soul. "One by one, are you building Lego blocks? Can't you get over this frame meme?"

The next day, yawning, Yan Luoyue went to school as usual.

Two months ago, she had officially entered the late stage of Qi Refining.

Yan Gan and Sang Ji were progressing faster than her. Now they had reached the peak of Qi Refining and were barely considered half - way to Foundation Establishment.

Although they were still in the Li Class, as long as the school was re - grouped in spring, they could smoothly move up to the Heng Class.

Yan Luoyue bet a hundred spirit stones that this time when the classes were re - grouped, she wouldn't encounter the embarrassing situation of being picked up by a delinquent and used as a hostage again.

This wasn't because she had become stronger.

It was because Yan Luoyue, with her own efforts, had led the entertainment trend among teenagers and discovered the newest and coolest game in this world.

Yes, just half a year ago, Yan Luoyue had officially launched the world's first card - based tabletop game, Monster Slayer!

Previously, when delinquent teenagers received the challenging looks of "What are you looking at?" and "So what if I'm looking at you?", they would go to the training ground and find an empty corner to fight each other.

Now, after the eye - contact of "Do you have cards?" and "Humph, I have a limited - edition gold card! Can you beat me with just seventeen cards?", they would quietly find an empty table.

Then they'd take out their card decks from their pockets and play a round of Monster Slayer on the spot.

The whole thing went like this:

Since the conspiracy of the Lu Family raising heterogeneous demons was exposed by Jiang Tingbai, there had been a new wave of monster cleansing around the Yunning Great Marsh.

This trend had directly swept into the school, and for a long time, monsters had been a hot topic among students.

They were all young demons. From childhood to now, they'd seen at least eighty or a hundred different kinds of monsters.

During the break, students often gathered in a circle, with one student standing inside the circle to perform, vividly imitating the appearance of a certain demon.

It can be seen that regardless of ancient or modern times, whether it's the world of cultivating immortals or the modern world, among humans or the demon race, role - playing has always been popular among the masses.

However, scenes like two students imitating a "Mud Monster" and an "Old Phlegm Sucker" respectively, and then arguing about which of these two monsters was more powerful, and finally getting into a fight...

Emmmmm, Yan Luoyue didn't make any comments on this.

Such scenes always reminded her of some endless debates like "Who has a higher combat power, Guan Gong or Qin Qiong?" and "Who is more powerful, a tiger or a lion?"

Yan Luoyue really wanted to say: So, the custom of arguing about combat power starts from childhood?

Influenced by the environment, Yan Luoyue recorded a lot of knowledge about the demon race, filling an entire small notebook.

Just when she was free, Yan Gan and Sang Ji were very interested in the game of "Arguing about the Demon Encyclopedia".

Yan Luoyue simply spent an entire afternoon lighting the furnace and refining a set of "Demon Slayer" cards for each of her two brothers.

In this set of cards, Yan Luoyue compiled all the demons from her personal notes and converted their combat powers into comparable paper values for battles.

What was most addictive was that the cards also had a 3D effect.

— As long as driven by a tiny amount of spiritual energy, the demons on the cards would leap out of the frame and form a small shadow on the special card - fighting board, engaging in battle with the opponent's cards.

When the demons fought, there were also all kinds of cool flashing special effects, adding a touch of coolness to the realism.

Sure enough, once these cards were out, they instantly became a hit in the entire school.

With these two sets of cards, Yan Gan and Sang Ji became the most popular guys in the school.

Once, because the game was so much fun, the two of them secretly played cards under the desk during class, and their "Demon Slayer" cards were confiscated by the teacher on the spot.

That afternoon, Yan Luoyue went to the teacher's office to borrow books.

She was surprised to find that the teachers had also gathered their heads together, happily playing with the confiscated cards!

"I won, I won. I said that the Hybrid Demon would definitely dominate the game when it appeared."

"You're so lucky. I drew three times in a row and only got a Blood - Red Sharp Claw card to use."

"Let's play one more time. I don't believe I can't win this time!"

Someone noticed Yan Luoyue standing at the door first and gave a light cough.

The teachers all straightened their faces, sat upright, and resumed their serious appearance as teachers.

Feng Xiaoyuan looked around and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Come on, let's stop pretending."

She smilingly fed Yan Luoyue a piece of orange cake and then hugged the little girl onto her lap.

Then, Feng Xiaoyuan and Yan Luoyue joined hands and played several rounds of battle cards with the other teachers.

— And then, they won big!

Afterwards, Feng Xiaoyuan waved her fingers triumphantly at her fellow teachers:

"Hehe, I knew that since this game was confiscated from the students, the students must be better at playing it than you guys!"

The other teachers: "..."

Damn it, they could have thought of that too.

It was also after that day that Yan Luoyue realized that although the cards were specially made for her two brothers, the audience for this game was not limited to the students in the school.

After all, board games are suitable for all ages.

Maybe people from eight months old to eight hundred years old would all like to play it.

In the latter part of that month, Zhaoxinju introduced a thousand sets of the "Demon Slayer" game.

Two days later, this card game was sold out.

The manager of Zhaoxinju sent a message to Yan Luoyue, requesting an urgent order of three thousand sets... No, ten thousand sets!

Yan Luoyue successfully filled the gap in the teenage toy industry in the cultivation world with her own efforts.

Now, it has been half a year since the first version of "Demon Slayer" was launched.

The market has not become saturated. In fact, many cultivators who were going to the demon seal deliberately made a detour and came here out of admiration.

Everyone wanted to buy several sets of "Demon Slayer" as local specialties of Yunning Great Marsh to take back to their sects and play with their close junior brothers and sisters.

Noticing that Yan Luoyue took out her small notebook again, Sang Ji flashed to her side immediately.

He rubbed his hands and asked expectantly, "Sister, are you going to design new demon cards again?"

Once this topic was brought up, he wasn't sleepy at all.

Yan Gan nearby also caught a few words and immediately stretched his neck over.

He asked, "Where? Where?" and looked eagerly at what Yan Luoyue was writing, as if expecting a new golden card to jump out of the rice paper right away.

Yan Luoyue shook her pen: "There should be no more demon cards. Recently, if it's convenient, I want to come up with a set of magic tool cards to add new gameplay to 'Demon Slayer'."

At first, she made the demon cards. On the one hand, it was to fulfill the small wishes of her two brothers, and on the other hand, it was to organize her own notes.

Later, when she promoted "Demon Slayer", besides making money, she also had the intention of popularizing the encyclopedia of demons.

After all, Yan Luoyue had witnessed with her own eyes the Lu Family's raising of Hybrid Demons and had fought against a Bald - Fur Lynx herself, so she was deeply aware of the evil nature of demons.

But after "Demon Slayer" had been in the market for some time, Yan Luoyue suddenly noticed a problem.

That was, there were a few particularly powerful demon cards that had even developed fans.

Yan Luoyue: "..."

You know, although she made the special effects of the demon battles very cool, she had very carefully and proportionally restored all the ugly features of the demons' prototypes.

Like the twisted mouths dripping with saliva, the armpits with thick armpit hair like bushes, and the indescribable Ground - Crawling Demons covered all over with scalp - colored skin...

In this situation, they could still have fans...

Could this be the so - called combat - power fanatics?

Guys, you're really not picky.

As someone who had come from the information age, Yan Luoyue knew that blocking was worse than diverting.

Anyway, combat - power fanatics mostly admired the strong. As long as she presented them with more cool, more powerful, and more justifiably - named cards, these people would soon switch sides.

So, Yan Luoyue planned to add new rules and gameplay to the original "Demon Slayer".

She would introduce magic tool cards, and if the response was good later, she could gradually add some original character cards.

As for why the character cards had to be original...

Well, firstly, original characters were easier to identify with, and players could even customize their looks.

Secondly, in the long - lived cultivation world, there was no copyright law like "fifty years after death, the copyright automatically belongs to the public".

Moreover, if Yan Luoyue made a card of "a certain ancestor" and there were some unsatisfactory data on it.

There was really a probability that she would be harassed by the ancestor's descendants the next day!

You won't believe it, but in the cultivation world, the phrase "send the author a blade" is not just a joke.

It's a real, fully - operable personal threat!

After comprehensive consideration, Yan Luoyue chose the current approach, taking it step by step and first launching the magic tool cards to give it a try.

Regarding this matter, when passing by Ruyi City not long after, Yan Luoyue casually mentioned it to the shopkeeper.

Upon hearing that the mysterious weapon refiner was planning to design a new set of cards, the shopkeeper of Zhaoxinju was extremely delighted and immediately placed an advance order for fifteen thousand sets.

"Since it's the work of the master, it must live up to expectations," the shopkeeper flattered with a beaming smile.

Seeing that the other party was only happy about this set of magic tool cards and didn't understand the deeper meaning behind this approach, the weapon refiner under the black robe slightly shook their head.

The shopkeeper sat up straighter and leaned forward inquiringly: "I wonder what you mean...?"

The weapon refiner's pale and slender fingers didn't stick out of the cuffs, and the large black sleeves slid onto the table.

Knock, knock. The shopkeeper clearly heard the weapon refiner tapping on the card surface unhurriedly.

"I can refine the same magic tools as those on the magic tool cards," the mysterious weapon refiner said slowly. "Do you understand now?"

Facing the fleeting surprise in the shopkeeper's eyes, the weapon refiner knew that the shopkeeper had realized where the most valuable part of this set of magic tool cards lay.

— It wasn't just about the selling price of the card set itself.

Different from the monster cards, the cool magic tools in the magic tool cards could be, and the cultivators were willing to pay money to buy the real - life versions.

Is monster - slaying fun? Are the magic tool cards attractive enough?

Hurry up and buy a real - life version of the magic tool. If you're a true cultivator, come to the monster seal and fight us. Experience immersive monster - slaying!

Yan Luoyue leaned back strategically.

This time, this was like she had released a set of usable large - scale collectibles!

It was imaginable that with the promotion of the new magic tool cards, Yan Luoyue could obtain spirit stones, and the players could gain new pleasures.

And the die - hard fans who were willing to buy the magic tools could not only find joy in immersive monster - slaying but also earn money and fame.

It was a win - win - win situation.

After figuring this out, the shopkeeper's gaze towards the mysterious weapon refiner instantly became one of admiration.

The newly released magic tool cards were both a game and an advertisement for the physical products.

Right, he should have thought of it earlier.

The first business of this weapon refiner when they suddenly emerged was the one thousand advertising storage bags for the Aoao Sect.

The shopkeeper finally understood.

Yes, selling advertisements as products was exactly this master's forte!

As the saying goes, there are three levels in life, and the third level is "seeing the mountain as the mountain and the water as the water again."

It was evident that the master's skills in selling and refining advertisements had evolved to a level where the traces were imperceptible. Truly terrifying!