She Dominates the Immortal Realm with Her HP Bar-Chapter 1

When Yan Luoyue opened her eyes, she felt as though she was enclosed in a capsule.

She was completely naked, lying in a shallow pool of water that felt smooth and sticky against her skin.

Light filtered in from the outside, illuminating the red veins on the walls, thin and delicate like capillaries, faint yet distinct.

As she kicked her legs, Yan Luoyue sensed something was off.

Stretching her tiny arms, the feeling only grew stronger.

So, she looked down and immediately identified the source of the anomaly.

Staring at the long, tube-like structure extending from her navel, Yan Luoyue fell into deep thought.

"...

She had seen nasogastric tubes, tracheal tubes, catheters, and IV drips before.

But in one's lifetime, the chance to have a tube inserted into their navel was rare.

Judging by its appearance, it seemed to be an umbilical cord.

But what about its function?

With her tiny, biscuit-sized hand, Yan Luoyue grasped the tube and gave it a firm squeeze—

The effect was immediate.

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In the next second, the oxygen supply was cut off, and a suffocating sensation surged upward, assaulting her brain.

Yan Luoyue's face turned purple, and her little mouth opened and closed, releasing a stream of bubbles.

Case solved: this tube was indeed an umbilical cord.

Hastily letting go, allowing the cord to return to its previous state, Yan Luoyue surveyed her surroundings once more, a realization dawning on her.

Blood vessels, an umbilical cord, an oval-shaped shell... this didn't seem to be a capsule after all, but more like the egg of an oviparous creature.

She was trapped inside an egg.

Wait—Yan Luoyue suddenly realized: given the current situation, it seemed she wasn't trapped, but rather, she hadn't hatched yet?

"This batch... hatching...

"...the clan's children... food...

Voices drifted through the eggshell, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, distant yet close, muffled as if separated by a thin veil. Yan Luoyue strained her ears, catching only a few scattered words.

Outside the eggshell, a man and a woman were spraying water into the sandy incubation pit.

Hundreds of jade-white turtle eggs were neatly arranged in rows.

They were buried in light brown sand, covered with a layer of soft, breathable vermiculite.

These new lives, full of hope, were like seeds sown into the earth, waiting to break through the soil with a burst of vitality.

A young man leaned against a wooden frame, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"Yan Yu, when will this year's batch of the clan's children hatch?"

The woman, dressed in a deep green gauze robe, carried herself with dignity, her tone ten times more composed than the young man's.

"It could be as soon as a moment, or as long as a hundred days. Judging by the timing, it should be within the next couple of days."

The unhatched turtle eggs were snow-white, resembling fine white jade, with a translucent quality upon closer inspection.

The young man's fingers twitched, and he pointed vaguely toward the most eye-catching egg among them:

"Yan Yu, look at that big, white egg. I've never seen one like it before. Whose child is it? Could the clan have mistaken it for an ostrich egg during collection?"

Inside the eggshell, Yan Luoyue seemed to sense something. She kicked her tiny feet, causing the entire egg to wobble slightly.

"Don't talk nonsense."

The woman chided gently, her tone softening as she sighed.

"Based on the timing and location, it's likely from Yan Feng's family. Ah, they were such a talented couple, but fate was cruel. They met with an unexpected Demon Calamity... Wait, Yan Gan, what are you doing?"

Unnoticed, Yan Gan had rolled up his sleeves with enthusiasm.

He dug into the vermiculite, and with a few swift movements, the large white egg was unearthed. Ignoring the dirt still clinging to it, Yan Gan cradled it in his arms.

Holding the egg, Yan Gan's eyes shone with determination:

"Uncle Yan Feng and Auntie treated me well. Though they're gone now, I'm willing to take care of their child."

He held the egg without hesitation, his actions swift and decisive.

However, inside the egg, Yan Luoyue felt as though the world was spinning, like Alice tumbling through Wonderland—straight into a Van Gogh painting.

Rubbing her forehead, the young woman couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated.

By nature, even if their tails were on fire, turtles would remain calm and methodical.

But Yan Gan was an exception within the clan.

Though this junior was spirited and talented, his only flaw was... his tendency to act too quickly.

"No one's stopping you from raising it, but put the egg back first."

The young woman stepped closer, her voice earnest. "Eggs close to hatching secrete mucus, making them slippery. You're inexperienced; holding it carelessly could lead to an accident."

As the two drew nearer, Yan Luoyue finally caught their conversation clearly.

The woman's gentle voice, amplified by the eggshell's echo, sounded like a decree from fate itself.

"Don't drop the egg," were the first words Yan Luoyue heard in this world.

The next second, Yan Luoyue felt a sudden lightness, as if she were in freefall.

Yan Luoyue: "!!!"

Yan Gan: "Ahhhh, Yan Yu!!!"

The young woman: "Yan Gan—!!!"

—Thank you for the invitation. Currently in an egg, freefalling. Does anyone know if one can survive after hatching from a broken egg? Online and urgent.

In the final moments of her life, Yan Luoyue's mind went blank.

Only the red sparks bursting before her eyes, along with a single thought, flashed through her mind.

Yan Luoyue realized she knew her species in this life.

She had a shell, needed to hatch, and had a knack for jinxing things.

—A crow. Definitely a crow.

This cursed mouth had at least three centuries of power behind it—truly terrifying!

Yan Gan was immediately thrown into a panic, frantically trying to catch the egg.

But in the chaos, the egg's surface, slick with mucus, slipped through his fingers multiple times.

At the critical moment, Yan Yu let out a sharp cry and threw out a dark green net.

The net, woven with fine threads, expanded in the wind, rising and falling like breathing seaweed. It acted as a cushion, allowing the egg to bounce gently upon landing.

"Whew—"

Yan Gan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, exhaling in unison with Yan Yu.

The young woman didn't immediately retrieve the net, instead speaking sternly:

"Yan Gan, you're usually careless, but how could you be so reckless with the eggs? Let this be a lesson. Don't be so impulsive next time."

Yan Gan, thoroughly chastened, hung his head in apology. His gaze fell to the ground, and in the next second, he leaped back in horror.

"Ah!"

The young woman was furious: "What did I just say?"

"No, no, no..." Yan Gan's trembling finger pointed to the seaweed net. "Yan Yu, the egg, the egg, the egg..."

The egg was cracked!

Yan Yu turned around quickly, only to see a clear fissure running down the jade-white turtle egg.

Yan Gan's lips turned pale as he knelt by the egg, his trembling hands lightly touching the shell.

A teenager of thirteen or fourteen, he had never faced such a crisis before. Overwhelmed with anxiety and regret, tears streamed down his face.

"Wuwu, my egg..."

After a moment, he corrected himself, "Wuwuwu, Uncle Yan Feng's egg, Uncle Yan Feng's egg..."

Yan Yu remained silent, crouching beside the egg, her fists clenched tightly.

The crack in the eggshell grew larger, and the movements inside became more pronounced.

Amid Yan Gan's sobs, the egg swayed rhythmically, like a roly-poly toy being played with by a mischievous child.

Finally, with a crisp "crack," the eggshell split open from the inside.

Yan Yu let out a long breath, her heart finally settling.

Yan Gan was still wiping his tears.

Amid the thunderous cries of this self-appointed midwife, a new life was about to emerge.

Under the expectant gazes of those around her, a small, tender fist pushed through the opening.

The fist was tiny, clenched tightly, with delicate fingers as adorable as peanuts. Just the sight of it was enough to evoke feelings of tenderness and joy.

Yan Yu's smile of satisfaction froze halfway.

Wait, they were turtle spirits.

Young spirits were born without cultivation and hadn't undergone any transformation training, so they always hatched in their turtle forms.

So, logically, the egg should have hatched a turtle head, not a human fist???

Yan Yu's eyes widened in shock.

She watched helplessly as the hole in the egg grew larger. Beside the tiny fist that had already emerged from the shell, another small fist was now struggling to push its way out.

The newborn's hands were still not fully open, but the little infant inside the egg made two determined efforts before finally using both tiny fists to grip the edge of the shell, slowly peeling it away bit by bit.

As more and more of the shell was stripped away, the figure lying inside became increasingly clear.

Yan Yu could no longer deceive herself, yet she also couldn’t believe her eyes—there, lying at the bottom of the jade-like eggshell, was a tiny baby girl, her limbs curled up.

Heavens above, a human had hatched from an egg!

Yan Gan had stopped crying at some point.

Cautiously, he reached out a hand toward the baby girl. As if to greet him, her soft, tender little fist gently tapped the back of his hand.

It didn’t hurt at all—it was soft and gentle, like being patted by a cat’s paw with just the right amount of force.

That touch seemed to soak Yan Gan’s entire heart in warm water, filling him with a cozy, melting feeling.

He immediately broke into a silly grin. “Sister Yu, the baby isn’t crying. She’s even touching me!”

No sooner had he spoken than the baby’s fists tapped him again, one after the other.

Yan Luoyue hit him with all sincerity.

If only her infant vocal cords could produce the right sounds, she would have been screaming “Help!” at the top of her lungs.

No one knew that, at this very moment, Yan Luoyue’s vision was flickering with a faint red light.

This visual effect was exactly the same as the one from an online game she had played in her past life, *Worlds United*.

A flashing red light indicated that her health bar was in critical condition. The brighter the red light, the lower her health, and the more dangerous the situation.

The moment Yan Gan accidentally dropped the egg, Yan Luoyue had been startled, and a faint red light had immediately enveloped her vision.

Yan Luoyue thought, “...Huh? Even if I’m not attacked, just being scared deducts health points?”

Wait, how much health did she even have right now?

After a frantic search, Yan Luoyue finally spotted the health bar floating above her head.

There, suspended above her, was a trembling red line.

When Yan Luoyue moved to the left, the red line moved to the left. When she leaned to the right, the red line followed suit.

This thread-like red line was as thin and fragile as the tip of a wheat stalk shivering in the autumn wind.

Yan Luoyue was speechless, her eyes wide with disbelief.

—Who the heck starts a game with only 1 HP? Game designer, you’re heartless!

Half a second later, Yan Luoyue swiftly launched into self-rescue mode.

She energetically began peeling away at the eggshell, hoping to break free as soon as possible and receive help from the outside world.

But then, Yan Luoyue realized... she had been too optimistic.

As the last of the eggshell was stripped away, the cold air of the outside world rushed in, leaving Yan Luoyue shivering in the face of her new reality.

The chill quickly turned the faint red light in her vision into a brighter, more urgent flash of red.

...Seriously? Even getting cold deducts health?

Yan Luoyue stared in wide-eyed disbelief at this absurd game mechanic.

What was even more unbelievable was that, despite the presence of two adults—a man and a woman—standing right in front of her, they both seemed completely stunned, as if they hadn’t even thought to wrap the baby in a blanket.

“Buh... buh... ba... blanket...”

Yan Luoyue struggled to make the sounds for “blanket.”

Yan Yu, however, suddenly jolted as if reminded by Yan Gan’s words.

She muttered to herself, “Right, I heard that newborns have to cry when they’re born...”

Yan Luoyue’s murmuring came to an abrupt halt as a wave of foreboding surged through every nerve in her body.

Wait, hold on...

It was too late.

In the next second, Yan Yu grabbed Yan Luoyue by the ankles and flipped her upside down.

Then, with a crisp *smack*, a swift slap landed on Yan Luoyue’s bottom.

*Thwack!*

Yan Luoyue had been attacked!

The faint red light in her vision instantly turned into a glaring, blood-red warning!

“...”

Her lips quivered, and tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes. The instincts of an infant forced Yan Luoyue to burst into loud, wailing sobs.

“Waaah—!”

How had she ended up in such a body? How had she been born into such a reckless situation with these two clueless people?

With such a tiny health bar and caretakers who had no idea what they were doing, this was a downright hellish start. Who could possibly survive in this mess?

If she managed to survive, it’d have to be because she was born with the luck of a turtle—no, a tortoise!!