She Dominates the Immortal Realm with Her HP Bar-Chapter 99

◎Is Yan Luoyue... a transmigrator? ◎

For a moment, laughter and cheers filled the stands.

Yan Luoyue clutched her stomach, collapsing into Wu Manshuang’s arms in uncontrollable giggles.

“Manshuang…” she managed between breaths, her words barely coherent, “My brother… Yan Gan… Sang Ji… they’re… causing chaos…”

Wu Manshuang was laughing too.

With one hand, he cradled Yan Luoyue’s head to prevent her from bumping into the armrest.

Letting her lean against his lap, Wu Manshuang braced his shoulders against the back of the seat, shaking with laughter as if wound up like a clockwork toy.

A few years ago, when Wu Manshuang had visited Yan Luoyue in his small snake form, he’d seen these two brothers a few times.

But back then, they hadn’t been quite so… creatively shameless.

Now, faced with the evolved antics of Sang Ji and Yan Gan, Wu Manshuang could only surmise one thing:

The Cuìyǔ Sect, composed largely of avian cultivators, excelled in linguistic prowess.

Sang Ji and Yan Gan’s talent for stirring up trouble was simply too formidable.

As a result, this martial arena match set a historic record for the Silver Light Arena.

It became the first match in the arena's history where the two champions hadn't even determined a winner before the commentator was knocked out of commission.

—Who could’ve predicted that in a proper combat tournament, the first to fall would be the commentator?

After this utterly unexpected outcome, the audience was left dumbfounded.

It was as if someone had flung open a tightly shut door in their minds.

Boldly inscribed on the door were the names of the two now-infamous champions: "The Lama from the South" and "The Mute from the North."

Some jokesters in the crowd reacted with lightning speed, their minds agile and mischief-loving.

Standing on the shoulders of Sang Ji and Yan Gan, they let their imaginations run wild.

For instance, they could create new champion accounts too.

Yan Luoyue overheard a few of these pranksters scheming.

Within half a minute, these linguistic masters had already brainstormed seven or eight champion names, including:

“Four is four, ten is ten,” “Fourteen is fourteen, forty is forty,” “Red phoenix, pink phoenix, pink-red phoenix, red-pink phoenix,” and so on.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

In this moment, every jokester in the arena had inherited the comedic spirit of Yan Gan and Sang Ji.

These two ridiculous brothers weren’t just two people—they weren’t even human!

Fortunately, the Silver Light Arena was a major establishment.

The organizers had seen their fair share of chaos and wouldn’t be fazed by such a minor hurdle.

With lightning speed, two attendants helped the previous commentator off the stage.

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This new commentator was a stunningly beautiful woman. With a sweet smile, she gestured gracefully to the two champions.

“Apologies for the earlier interruption. Please resume your match.”

Pranks were one thing, but taking things too far would be tantamount to sabotaging the event.

Besides, neither of them had the heart to trouble such a lovely lady.

Sang Ji rubbed his nose sheepishly. “How about… we call it a draw?”

“No.” The commentator’s smile remained sweet, but her tone was firm. “Please continue.”

Her confidence suggested she had a trick up her sleeve.

A glint flashed in Sang Ji’s eyes.

Without a doubt, the Silver Light Arena, as a premier establishment, would respond to such an absurd situation with grace.

Just as a restaurant owner might comp a rowdy table’s bill and offer discounts to the entire room to defuse tension, the arena had to act swiftly to prevent future matches from devolving into “The Cowherd Loves Lady Liu” versus “Lady Liu Yearns for the Cowherd.”

So, what was the Silver Light Arena’s solution?

The match resumed. Sang Ji raised his banner—“You scram”—and poked Yan Gan with it.

The commentator’s voice rang out in perfect sync:

“We see—”

“The Lama from the South raises—”

“You scram—”

“And firmly jabs—”

“The Mute from the North!”

For some reason, Sang Ji felt the commentator’s phrasing was slightly disjointed.

The moment this thought crossed his mind, gasps erupted from the audience.

Instinctively, Sang Ji whipped his head around—

And then he saw…

Sang Ji: “…”

The beautiful commentator had partially shifted into her demonic form.

From her neck sprouted nine slender bird heads, resembling a bizarre bouquet of freshly cut flowers!

Damn it, this commentator was actually a rare nine-headed bird!

Each head had a dedicated role:

One head chanted “The Lama from the South,”

Another head recited “The Mute from the North,”

A third head handled “You scram,”

While the remaining five heads took care of verbs, nouns, conjunctions, adjectives, and—

The last head, having nothing else to do, hummed a cheerful tune as background music for the intense battle!

Sang Ji: “…”

Yan Gan: “…”

Well, this was a classic case of “the biter bit”!

After the match, the audience erupted into applause.

The ovation wasn’t just for Sang Ji and Yan Gan, who’d brought so much joy, but also for the Silver Light Arena’s quick thinking and the nine-headed bird commentator’s extraordinary skills.

Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang clapped along.

But as she applauded, Yan Luoyue murmured, “The Silver Light Arena’s depth of resources is truly impressive.”

Even in the demon realm, nine-headed birds were rare.

This commentator might not even be a professional.

Yet the arena had summoned her on short notice, convincing her to step in and effortlessly resolve the farce.

This move showcased not only the arena’s connections but also its influence.

Any rivals lurking among the crowd, hoping to exploit the situation, would have no choice but to concede defeat.

Wu Manshuang nodded, then turned thoughtful.

If we're investigating, should we also create champion names?

Yan Luoyue grinned. “I already have one I like—I’m calling myself ‘kou kou kou’."

Fortunately, Wu Manshuang was the one hearing this.

After a brief pause, his familiarity with Yan Luoyue’s quirks helped him decipher her logic.

You took one "mouth" from each character in your name—Yan, Luo, Yue?

Yan Luoyue nodded. “By that logic, you could be ‘yi yi yi’, ‘er er er’, ‘gong gong gong’, ‘shu shu shu’, or ‘ren ren ren’.”

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Well…

Oh, and remember how you used to call the two "person" radicals in "Wu" "cha cha"?

Yan Luoyue playfully teased, "In that case, your ring - master name could be 'Chā Chā Chā'!"

Wu Manshuang: "..."

No, although he would listen to Yan Luoyue on many things, he'd better forget about these names.

However, after a second thought...

"It seems good to have a similar name," Wu Manshuang said thoughtfully. "Then I'll be 'Lǚ Lǚ Lǚ'?"

Yan Luoyue burst into laughter. "That's Jing Xuan's ring - master name."

Without hesitation, Wu Manshuang said, "Then change it to 'Xuān Xuān Xuān'."

Yan Luoyue made a face. "Brother Sang Ji has used it too."

"In that case..." Wu Manshuang said seriously, hammering the final decision, "It seems I can only be called 'Rì Rì Rì'."

Yan Luoyue: "..."

If she had a mouthful of tea, Yan Luoyue would surely spit it out.

She looked at Wu Manshuang in shock and happened to meet his charming obsidian - like black eyes, which were flashing with a happy and mischievous light.

Yan Luoyue came to her senses. "Oh, Manshuang, you scared me!"

Wu Manshuang spread his hands and smiled. "I'm not just someone who can be teased. Well, how about 'Huí Huí Huí'?"

Yan Luoyue pinched her chin and fell into deep thought.

Maybe she was overthinking. After all, the little snake was as pure as water.

But why did Yan Luoyue feel that, in terms of the literal meaning, the name 'Huí Huí Huí' was dirtier than 'Rì Rì Rì'?

All in all, after a tug - of - war over whether it was dirty or not, Wu Manshuang finally settled on his new name.

"[Rén Kǒu] [Rén Kǒu] [Rén Kǒu]." Wu Manshuang nodded in satisfaction. "This is it."

...

But in fact, Wu Manshuang never got the chance to use this name.

Although he registered the ring - master name '[Rén Kǒu] [Rén Kǒu] [Rén Kǒu]' and got the black - iron beast - head ring belonging to the ring - master.

However, before Wu Manshuang could take the stage for the ring fight, Yan Luoyue saw something eye - catching in the prize list provided by the ring.

"Is there a celestial and earthly strange fire among the rewards for the gold ring?"

The waiter holding the jade slip hung a perfect smile and politely said,

"If the two ring - masters win the gold ring, they can choose this celestial and earthly strange fire from the reward list."

Yan Luoyue already had a split fire of the Wuti Fire. Logically speaking, an ordinary celestial and earthly strange fire didn't matter to her at all.

But the one provided by the Silver Light Ring was different.

Since the organizer of the ring was very wealthy, when displaying the reward list, not only were the names of the prizes listed on the jade slip, but also 3D stereo images of the prizes were attached.

So, Yan Luoyue saw the appearance of that celestial and earthly strange fire at a glance.

It was only the size of a red bean and quietly nestled there.

For some reason, the firelight of this strange fire was very dim, looking nothing like the magnificent celestial and earthly strange fire in the legends, as if it were a fake and inferior copy.

However, whether it was the appearance, the description, or the location where this strange fire was discovered - it was extremely similar to the little flame that, as described by Song Qingchi, flew through the window and helped Chu Tiankuo complete the last step of the body - refining technique!

Yan Luoyue pretended to be suspicious and squinted her eyes. "So small, so dim, so weak... Is this really a celestial and earthly strange fire?"

The waiter smiled and said, "After identification, we believe this is a celestial and earthly strange fire."

After a pause, the waiter said euphemistically, "As you know, such rare treasures as celestial and earthly strange fires shouldn't be placed among the prizes for the gold ring. Most of them are rewards for the crystal ring..."

In other words, if this little flame hadn't shown itself to be so weak, the ring - masters with the gold ring wouldn't have had the chance to pick it up.

Hearing this news, Yan Luoyue's heart sank, but she just frowned on the surface.

"Okay, you make sense."

She closed the jade slip and returned the reward list to the waiter. "Well, update my information and arrange a suitable ring - fight for me."

The waiter nodded and then turned his eyes to Wu Manshuang beside him.

"Well, this respected??? ring - master..."

Yan Luoyue waved her hand. "This is my junior brother. He has just built his foundation and has little experience. He won't participate in the fight for now. He should watch a few more matches to gain some experience first. Don't be too hasty."

Throughout the process, Yan Luoyue didn't exchange a single look with Wu Manshuang, but Wu Manshuang already understood her meaning.

He said in a green and inexperienced tone, "Since senior sister has given such an order, I will study hard."

The waiter had obviously seen similar things before and just nodded without saying much.

He just led the two of them to the back - stage lounge, prepared tea, fruits, and snacks for them, and then turned away.

After confirming that the conversation environment was appropriate, Wu Manshuang spoke first.

"What do you think...?"

His eyes quickly swept over the straw braid around Yan Luoyue's waist.

Yan Luoyue said firmly, "I think so."

Although she had only seen a vague image on the jade slip.

But Yan Luoyue instinctively felt that the red - bean - sized flame was the split fire of the Wuti Fire and the little flame that had once helped Chu Tiankuo.

In the past few years, the only time Yan Luoyue went down the mountain was to search for the split fire of the Wuti Fire, but she returned without success.

Who would have thought that after so much time had passed, she would see the trace of this red - bean flame in the prize list of the Silver Light Ring!

This was really... searching high and low without success, but then finding it without even looking.

The priority of finding the Wuti Fire was definitely higher than that of getting the crystal beast - head ring.

After all, the former was a legendary - level task assigned directly to Yan Luoyue by the Luoyue Wood!

Wu Manshuang thought thoughtfully, "Do you think there's something fishy about this?"

He and Yan Luoyue had just got the crystal ring and came to the Silver Light Ring to search for clues.

Then, a little flame with a similar appearance just happened to appear in the reward list.

Yan Luoyue shook her head. "Not necessarily. It may just be a coincidence."

Not to mention that Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang's investigation was a sudden idea, and the Silver Light Ring had no way of knowing about it.

Even if they knew their identities, who would be willing to use the Wuti Fire as bait?

Yan Luoyue said, "But just to be cautious, Manshuang, let's split up."

That's why she had just stopped the waiter from arranging a ring - fight for Wu Manshuang.

In Yan Luoyue's plan, this wasn't the time for Wu Manshuang's first appearance on the stage.

Wu Manshuang was slightly stunned. "How are we going to split up? My ring - master name clearly shows a close connection with you."

"Well..."

Yan Luoyue folded her hands in front of her chest, leaned back on the chair, and showed a confident smile on her face.

"Have you ever heard of an operation called creating an alt account?"

"—Even if you haven't created one, you've seen me use my alt account, Yan Bixin, right?"

"Good, Manshuang, now it's time for you to carry forward this tradition!"

Yan Luoyue motioned for Wu Manshuang to come closer and whispered a long list of things in his ear.

Wu Manshuang's expression changed from serious memorization at the beginning to a slight frown later.

After hearing it all, he first closed his eyes and then let out a long breath.

Yan Luoyue poked him lightly. "What do you think?"

"..."

Judging by Wu Manshuang's expression, he clearly wasn't impressed.

However, moments later, Wu Manshuang took out the newly registered "triple-person" challenger card and gently placed it in Yan Luoyue's palm.

"Keep it safe for me," Wu Manshuang agreed. "We'll do as you suggested. In a few days, I'll disguise myself and register a new one."

Yan Luoyue looked at the challenger card in her hand, slightly surprised.

It was Wu Manshuang's habit to entrust her with anything he particularly valued.

Yan Luoyue found this habit of his utterly endearing.

It was like watching a little hamster meticulously organizing its treasures:

The favorite pebble must be placed with the favorite twig, the second-favorite chestnut paired with the second-favorite sunflower seed...

So, whenever something held special meaning for Wu Manshuang, he would hand it over to Yan Luoyue.

Because cherished things should stay with cherished people.

"Is there something special about this design? You seem quite fond of it."

Wu Manshuang answered earnestly, "I just like the name."

People. People. People.

The name looked as if someone was standing side by side with "_____."

...

Soon, the arena matched Yan Luoyue with a suitable opponent and called her to the stage.

Typically, matchups in the arena followed three principles:

First, by cultivation level; second, by consecutive wins; and third, by ring rank.

For instance, though Yan Luoyue currently held only a bronze ring, her updated profile listed her as a Golden Core cultivator.

After filtering, the arena quickly found a Golden Core-level gold-ranked challenger to face her.

The higher a challenger's cultivation, the more excitement it stirred among the spectators.

Beyond the bookmakers' bets on the outcome, the ticket sales alone brought in a hefty sum.

This time, Yan Luoyue was paired against a Golden Core sword cultivator.

His challenger name was "Ten Steps, One Kill."

His expression was as hard as stone.

His will, his spirit, and the steady grip on his sword hilt were equally unyielding, like rough, unpolished rock.

Before stepping onto the stage, in full view of the audience, the sword cultivator did one thing first:

He took the money pouch from his waist, emptied it, and placed all forty mid-grade spirit stones and thirty spirit pearls on his own name.

"Betting on myself."

Yan Luoyue: "..."

The move instantly electrified the crowd.

Cheers erupted like storm clouds, with spectators shouting "Ten Steps, One Kill" in near-frenzy.

Some even leaped from their seats to slap their spirit stones onto the sword cultivator's name.

"Bet on him! Bet on him to win!"

"Ten steps, just ten steps!"

Defeat that [something/someone], crush that little girl!

Amid the roaring excitement, the only two who remained detached—and who already foresaw the sword cultivator's tragic fate—were Yan Luoyue onstage and Wu Manshuang below.

Before the sword cultivator could strike, Yan Luoyue sighed in pity.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Ten Steps, One Kill" was not only cold in demeanor but also sparing with words. If one word sufficed, he would never use two.

"Speak."

Yan Luoyue asked, "Was that bet... your entire fortune?"

One mid-grade spirit stone equaled a hundred low-grade ones.

Forty mid-grade stones amounted to four thousand low-grade—a considerable sum, even among sword cultivators.

This time, the sword cultivator didn’t even deign to speak.

He gave a slight nod in response.

And with that, Yan Luoyue lit a metaphorical candle for him in her heart.

"You might not believe this..." Yan Luoyue cast him a sympathetic glance. "But the sword cultivators in my sect usually cross the street when they see me."

"Ten Steps, One Kill" sneered coldly. "Too weak."

It was unclear whether he meant Yan Luoyue or her fellow sect members.

But since he’d called them weak, he had to prove his own strength.

In the next fraction of a second, before the echo of his words faded, a sharp, unyielding sword aura slashed toward Yan Luoyue’s face!

Regular spectators knew that "Ten Steps, One Kill" possessed a sword energy so relentless it could pierce anything.

Now, his attack was like a dog's tail swiping at a stone wall, a grain of sand tossed into the ocean, or a tiny sugar cube dissolving in mapo tofu—leaving not a single trace on Challenger…

The sight stunned the crowd. For a moment, everyone leaned forward, straining to see what had happened.

A flicker of astonishment crossed the sword cultivator’s face.

But it vanished in an instant.

Without pause, his blade whipped up a storm of razor-sharp gusts, raining down like silver threads in a relentless barrage aimed straight at Yan Luoyue!

This move was both "Ten Steps, One Kill’s" signature technique and his surefire path to victory.

Often, the moment he unleashed it, his opponent would fall within ten steps.

Yet while his attacks fell like rain, Yan Luoyue stood as steady as the sea.

The ocean embraces all rivers—how could it fear a mere storm?

To the sword cultivator’s shock, his onslaught hadn’t even chipped Yan Luoyue’s fingernail.

"..."

For a moment, even the sword cultivator froze.

The spectators, too, were struck dumb, their minds blank with disbelief.

Then, a voice shattered the silence like a giant cleaving heaven and earth!

Sang Ji leaped to his feet, his cry brimming with both the thrill of the match and the joy of reunion:

"That’s my sister! Our sister is amazing!"

Everyone: "..."

Yan Luoyue: "..."

Thanks, Brother Ji. Your talent for stealing the spotlight hasn’t dulled one bit.

Honestly, it’s been a while since I’ve heard such a familiar declaration.

A faint, resigned smile touched Yan Luoyue’s lips, softening her expression.

Then, under the audience’s rapt attention, she finally moved.

All eyes were on her, anticipating what thunderous strike this previously unknown challenger would unleash.

Instead, Yan Luoyue bent down and leisurely drew a single line on the ground.

"..."

The line was utterly unremarkable, devoid of any apparent power.

The swordsman opponent, seeing this scene, raised a skeptical eyebrow and sent another blade of wind slicing toward Yan Luoyue.

But Yan Luoyue remained utterly unfazed. If the swordsman wanted to attack, she let him. In the next second, she simply drew another line on the ground.

The crowd: "..."

By this point, someone finally grasped what Yan Luoyue was doing.

"Wait… is that an array?"

"Looks like it…"

"Judging by the layout, that array must pack a serious punch."

Once this realization settled in, the spectators exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions growing even more incredulous.

Finally, someone voiced the collective disbelief.

"—But who in their right mind would leisurely set up a high-damage array in the middle of a duel against a swordsman?!"

It was common knowledge that high-powered arrays took time to activate.

Meanwhile, a swordsman’s attacks were renowned for being swift, precise, and ruthless.

That’s why, against a swordsman, an average array master usually had no choice but to surrender outright.

A skilled array master might deploy a series of instant-cast arrays, buying time to maneuver and find openings.

But someone like Yan Luoyue—who neither surrendered nor evaded, instead opting to set up a massive offensive array from the get-go—was unheard of.

This… this was utterly devoid of tactical wisdom.

Who in the world would use such amateurish tactics against a Golden Core-level opponent?

Yet, in no time at all, Yan Luoyue demonstrated how the simplest methods could achieve the most infuriating results.

—In the midst of the swordsman’s relentless attacks, Yan Luoyue stood firm, unyielding as bamboo in a storm.

Every time the swordsman struck, she drew another line in her array.

When the swordsman shifted his focus to attacking the array itself, Yan Luoyue casually retaliated with a few token strikes while continuing her work.

By the time the swordsman realized the array on the ground was as unshakable as Yan Luoyue herself—no wonder it took so long to set up—the array was already more than halfway complete.

This time, the "Ten-Step Slayer" failed to defeat his opponent within ten steps.

Helpless, the swordsman could only watch as Yan Luoyue approached, nonchalantly finishing her array while strolling toward him without a shred of fear.

Not only did she show no concern for his attacks, she even greeted him cheerfully.

"Hey, buddy, mind lifting your foot and moving over a bit?"

The swordsman: "..."

His face darkened as he spat through gritted teeth, "And what if I refuse?"

Yan Luoyue straightened up, looking at him with pity. "You’re so stubborn."

In the next instant, she stomped sharply on the completed lines of the array.

Suddenly, the dull, lifeless markings flared to life like electrified wires, glowing brilliantly.

A torrent of razor-sharp sword energy erupted from the array, surging toward the swordsman and forcing him to leap onto his blade, dodging frantically.

The swordsman, forgetting even his usual aloof demeanor, blurted in shock, "Your array isn’t even fully formed, yet it can already absorb my attacks?!"

"To be precise, it’s more than just absorption," Yan Luoyue replied calmly.

"I call this the Copy-Paste-Paste-Paste Array… It’s highly effective in every way, except for one thing—it has to be drawn on the spot."

"Right now, it’s still missing a few amplifying lines to reach the strength needed to instantly defeat you. So, if you’d kindly wait a moment—no need to rush—I’ll send you off the stage in no more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."

The swordsman: "..."

The entire audience: "..."

Who even says things like that?!

A vein throbbed visibly at the swordsman’s temple as he clenched his jaw.

The next second, he swung his sword down with furious force!

Yan Luoyue’s eyes lit up with delight.

"Thanks, pal! Keep up that attack frequency—the more energy the array absorbs, the faster it’ll activate!"

The swordsman: "..."

The entire audience: "..."

Enough already! For heaven’s sake, stop provoking him!

Can’t you see? The "Ten-Step Slayer" across from you is about to lose his mind from sheer rage!

Maddened, the swordsman unleashed a devastating strike, his blade carrying a dangerous, oppressive aura.

It wasn’t pure sword energy—something far more lethal was woven seamlessly within.

Yan Luoyue abruptly straightened.

"Is that… a divine sense attack?"

Typically, Golden Core cultivators had only just begun developing divine sense, using it primarily for detection and defense.

Only after advancing further—when the Golden Core transformed into a Nascent Soul—could one wield divine sense attacks with precision.

For a Golden Core swordsman to execute such an attack, let alone blend it flawlessly into his swordplay, spoke volumes about his skill.

Unfortunately… his opponent was Yan Luoyue.

The strike instantly halved Yan Luoyue’s divine sense gauge from 1000 to 500.

Had she not reacted swiftly and defended well, the gauge might have emptied entirely.

This was exactly why swordsmen were feared as opponents capable of challenging those above their level.

Staggering slightly, Yan Luoyue paled, a faint frown creasing her brow from the splitting headache.

The swordsman, hovering on his blade, pointed at her and made a slashing motion.

"Ten steps. That’s all it’ll take to finish you."

Yan Luoyue actually laughed. "That last hit was decent. But how many more like that can you manage?"

Even for a Golden Core cultivator, such an attack came at a heavy cost.

The swordsman lifted his chin arrogantly. "And how many more can you withstand?"

From his perspective, one more strike would be enough to send her crumbling.

Coldly, he added, "I told you—you’re weak. Your sect is weak."

Yan Luoyue sighed deeply at the remark.

"The ‘me’ from one second ago isn’t the same as the ‘me’ now. Why can’t you understand that?"

—For example, the Yan Luoyue of the previous second hadn’t celebrated her birthday yet.

But the Yan Luoyue of this second had just turned eleven in the blink of an eye!

Faster than a thought, her divine sense gauge refreshed in an instant.

As the swordsman launched his next attack, Yan Luoyue’s array flared to life.

Two equally devastating forces collided head-on.

This time, Yan Luoyue’s divine sense gauge—now at 9500—dipped by a few hundred points.

And the swordsman, unwilling but unable to resist, collapsed to the ground.

"..."

As the referee announced the outcome, Yan Luoyue crouched beside her fallen opponent and spoke earnestly:

"See? I’m not weak. My sect isn’t weak either—though I’ll admit, you really are strong."

"......" The swordsman known as "Ten Steps to Kill a Man," the reigning champion of the arena, blinked lightly, his icy demeanor softening like thawing frost.

But in the next second, Yan Luoyue managed to provoke his murderous intent with just one sentence.

She said, "Um... sorry about this. But it looks like you’ll have to start saving up all over again."

The swordsman: "......"

At that moment, he finally remembered—he had bet his entire savings on himself winning before stepping onto the stage!

The swordsman roared in fury, "Just get out of here!"

Yan Luoyue rubbed the tip of her nose and obligingly hopped off the arena, leaving the swordsman alone to silently curse his misfortune and mourn the loss of forty mid-grade spirit stones and thirty spirit pearls. freeweɓnøvel.com

......

And so, Yan Luoyue swept through the competition like a storm, racking up an uncountable number of victories.

Among the arena champions of her ring level, none had higher cultivation than her. Among those with the same cultivation level, none had a health pool as vast as hers.

And as for those with the same health pool as her... well, sorry, but no one in this world could match Yan Luoyue in that regard.

During this time, Yan Gan and Sang Ji’s vacation came to an end. After bidding Yan Luoyue a regretful farewell, they returned to their sect.

It wasn’t until Yan Luoyue earned the qualification to exchange for a golden beast-head ring that her arena career finally came to an end.

She smoothly claimed her reward for advancing to the golden tier—a tiny, withered-looking flame of heavenly origin, no larger than a red bean.

The entire process went off without a hitch. The Silverlight Arena showed no resistance; in fact, they treated Yan Luoyue with the enthusiasm reserved for a god of wealth.

After all, during her time in the arena, they had capitalized on her matches, selling tickets and running gambling pools, raking in profits hand over fist.

After obtaining this so-called "heavenly flame," Yan Luoyue excused herself, claiming exhaustion, and left the Silverlight Arena with Wu Manshuang as quickly as possible.

Only when they reached a safe location did Yan Luoyue take out the flame.

The little flame, round like a red bean, flickered with unruly edges, like tiny rebellious spikes.

It rolled around in Yan Luoyue’s palm, looking utterly content and comfortable.

Faced with something so adorable, anyone would feel fondness.

A faint smile touched Yan Luoyue’s lips as she murmured, "For you... how about the name 'Red Bean from the Southern Land'? And your nickname can be Little Red."

As if responding to the name, the little flame flickered twice, its color shifting from dull and lifeless to a vibrant, bright hue.

"...You were faking it earlier?"

The red bean flame bounced like a jumping bean, its movements radiating smugness.

Yan Luoyue blinked, unable to believe she had just acquired a drama queen of a flame.

After a moment’s thought, she pulled out a grass-woven trinket from her storage pouch and waved it in front of the flame.

"Hey, look here?"

Naturally, this was one of the all-purpose grass weavings made by Senior Brother Jiang Tingbai.

It resembled a basket, a broken crate, a dog with nine cat tails... in short, it looked like anything except what Jiang Tingbai had originally intended to make.

The little red bean flame circled the grass weaving, as if scrutinizing it critically, but eventually dove right through the gaps.

Yan Luoyue nodded solemnly.

Wu Manshuang asked, "Confirmed?"

Yan Luoyue declared firmly, "Confirmed."

With such bizarre aesthetic preferences, this could only be a fragment of the Wuti Flame!

Having acquired another fragment of the Wuti Flame, Yan Luoyue’s mood was indescribably euphoric.

She released the three flame fragments in her possession one by one: the pink "Falling Petals in the Breeze," the ink-black "Lone Swan’s Shadow," and the blood-red "Red Bean from the Southern Land."

The three little flames circled Yan Luoyue playfully before, to her astonishment, gradually drawing closer and merging into one.

"!!!"

The pink "Falling Petals in the Breeze" leaped up, landing atop the "head" of the "Lone Swan’s Shadow," transforming into a graceful crown of feathers.

Meanwhile, the red "Red Bean from the Southern Land" jumped high and embedded itself into the "eye socket" of the "Lone Swan’s Shadow," like a gleaming ruby.

Carrying the two smaller flames, the "Lone Swan’s Shadow" fluttered toward Yan Luoyue.

It gently brushed against her shoulder, then frantically gestured with its wings toward itself.

After watching for a moment, Yan Luoyue understood.

"You’re saying... you still need a flame to act as your mouth?"

The "Lone Swan’s Shadow" nodded repeatedly!

The next second, the three little flames separated, rolling across the table like marbles, exuding an air of utter exhaustion.

Yan Luoyue: "......"

Amused, she thought to herself that in her past life, this scene could have been turned into a meme—something like "The Stubbornness of the Corporate Drone."

—Wait, past life?

Yan Luoyue froze.

Her... past life?

Did her past life refer to the modern era?

But when Yan Luoyue was in the modern world, what had she been?

To her shock, Yan Luoyue realized that when she tried to recall her "past life," the only thing that came to mind was the name "Yan Luoyue."

At the same time, above her head, a golden spiritual energy bar—measuring 10,000 units—was visibly depleting at a steady rate.

As Yan Luoyue’s thoughts deepened, the bar quickly dropped by 1,000 units, then continued to decrease, decrease...

Yan Luoyue didn’t notice this conspicuous change.

Her entire focus was consumed by the question she had just stumbled upon.

—Yan Luoyue could effortlessly quote internet memes and recite every homeroom teacher’s favorite line: "You’re the worst class I’ve ever taught."

Yet she couldn’t remember whether she had ever attended school, or where she might have studied.

—Yan Luoyue could casually mention the term "corporate drone" and knew all about clients demanding "a black that’s also colorful"—an inhuman request.

Yet she couldn’t recall whether she had ever worked a job, grinding away in the 996 rat race alongside other exhausted office workers.

Going further, Yan Luoyue couldn’t even remember her "past life’s" family—whether she had parents—though she did recall that marriage pressure was an evergreen topic at family gatherings.

—Right!

—For the past eleven years, she had seamlessly applied knowledge of the modern world.

Yet never once had she recalled anything about her past life from the perspective of "Yan Luoyue" herself!

Piece by piece, the puzzle came together, and Yan Luoyue’s expression grew increasingly complicated.

It was like waking from a dream.

At last, belatedly, she realized that she might not actually be a transmigrator.

Or rather, those fragments of modern knowledge were like Wu Manshuang’s innate understanding of demonic creatures—part of Yan Luoyue’s inherited memory bank.

But in reality, in reality...

At that moment, the golden spiritual energy bar finally emptied.

A splitting headache forced Yan Luoyue to stop her train of thought.

Wu Manshuang supported her worriedly. "Luoyue? What’s wrong?"

Yan Luoyue’s face was deathly pale.

But the blazing look of anguish between her brows made her seem full of fighting spirit.

Yan Luoyue grabbed Wu Manshuang’s arm with a backhanded motion and let out an exasperated sigh.

“Exactly!” Yan Luoyue slammed her fist on the table, her voice thick with indignation. “How could I possibly be a transmigrator?”

“…Luoyue, what are you talking about?”

Yan Luoyue spoke in a tone of sudden realization. “Eleven years! A whole eleven years—I should’ve figured it out sooner!”

“—If I were a transmigrator, how could I have gone eleven years without missing my phone for even a single day?”