Ever since Yan Luoyue was granted special permission by Mr. Jiang to attend his academy, her daily life had beco much more structured.
Every morning, Yan Gan would carry her to school with him.
In her turtle form, Yan Luoyue was only the size of a coin.
Such a delicate and adorable little turtle could easily be tucked into a schoolbag, hidden in a sleeve, or nestled into a scarf.
The skillful Yan Yu, worried that Yan Luoyue might catch a chill, had knitted her a tiny turtle shell cover the night before.
This outfit beca a huge hit at the academy.
Just imagine: a round, fluffy white shell cover with a hand-knitted yellow winter jasmine flower on top. The sight of a little turtle wearing a sweater, tilting her head cutely—who could resist that?
Whenever anyone who was close to Yan Luoyue saw this scene, they couldn’t help but pat her head. Even those who weren’t as familiar with her would instinctively reach out to tug at the knitted flower on her back.
Once they arrived at the academy and entered the warm classroom, Yan Luoyue would crawl out of Yan Gan’s sleeve and transform back into her human form.
A little further forward than the first row, near the window, the Zhen Class had specially set up a small desk and chair for Yan Luoyue.
The fresh wicker craftsmanship was kindly provided by Jiang Tingbai, and the size of the furniture perfectly matched Yan Luoyue’s height.
After a few literature classes, it was ti for the lunch break.
Usually, Yan Yu would pack the sa lunch for both Yan Gan and Yan Luoyue.
However, when it ca ti to eat, Yan Luoyue’s al was always much more varied than Yan Gan’s.
This was because her classmates would often add to her al.
Take Sang Ji, for example. He and Yan Luoyue had started off on the wrong foot, but now the self-proclaid class bully saw himself as her half-brother.
Sang Ji often played a ga with Yan Luoyue where he’d reward her with a pack of fruit if she called him “big brother.” He never seed to tire of this ga.
At first, Yan Luoyue only planned to humor him and call him “big brother” a couple of tis.
But…
Winter strawberries and waterlons were just too tempting!
In the afternoon, when her classmates went off for martial arts classes, Jiang Tingbai would take Yan Luoyue with him.
After the first day, Jiang Tingbai no longer carried Yan Luoyue.
Perhaps due to a human’s inherent belief, he thought it was better for a child to walk on their own rather than be carried by an adult.
If Jiang Tingbai didn’t have any classes in the afternoon, he would take Yan Luoyue to the faculty lounge, give her so beginner-friendly books, and patiently answer her questions.
If he did have a class, he’d let Yan Luoyue transform back into her turtle form and carry her with him.
Oh, and there was sothing else about Jiang Tingbai that few knew.
While others liked to tug at the winter jasmine flower on Yan Luoyue’s knitted shell, Jiang Tingbai had a unique preference for the little leaf beneath the flower.
Day by day, Yan Luoyue’s new life gradually fell into a routine.
Under Jiang Tingbai’s one-on-one guidance, her cultivation steadily improved, showing signs of progressing from the early to the mid-stage of Qi Refinent.
Another benefit of attending the academy was that Yan Luoyue found a plausible explanation for her skills.
To be honest, Yan Luoyue had been itching to try her hand at artifact crafting for a long ti.
Even before she had learned to transform, she had wanted to reshape Yan Yu’s algae net.
Unfortunately, nearly two years had passed, and she still hadn’t found the right opportunity.
Attending the academy provided her with a new convenience.
She could simply tell Yan Yu that her artifact crafting skills were learned from the basic introductory books Jiang Tingbai had given her.
Of course, everything should be done step by step.
So, Yan Luoyue planned to gradually reveal her true level of artifact crafting, showing the world that she was improving year by year.
As an artifact crafter, Yan Luoyue needed a crafting furnace and a usable fla.
Her backpack contained a crafting furnace, but no fla.
Moreover, items in the backpack could only be taken out, not put back in, which made things tricky. After all, it was hard for Yan Luoyue to explain where the items ca from.
So, she made a pact with herself: unless absolutely necessary, she wouldn’t use the items in her backpack.
This ant that the first funds to purchase a beginner’s crafting furnace and fla would have to be earned by Yan Luoyue herself.
“What? Little sis, you want to make pills?”
Yan Gan, both surprised and amused, exchanged a glance with Sang Ji before readily agreeing, “Alright, alright, let’s do it. Do you need fresh mud? How much? Your big brother and I will dig it up for you!”
Watching the two of them exchange looks, Yan Luoyue sighed and facepald. “...Don’t get the wrong idea. This isn’t a ga of make-believe.”
Ever since the incident at the academy where they were both punished by Jiang Tingbai, Yan Gan and Sang Ji had beco thick as thieves.
As far as Yan Luoyue knew, the cultivation jade slip Jiang Tingbai had lent to Sang Ji contained a group soil-moving technique.
The more people who used this technique together, the more powerful it beca.
After being punished together and moving soil for over a month, Yan Gan and Sang Ji seed to have developed a habit.
No matter the problem, their first solution was always to dig.
Over the past month, they had not only cleared out the patch of dead trees but also ford an unbreakable brotherly bond.
On the day the digging project was completed, Sang Ji had even made a heartfelt speech.
He solemnly declared, “From this day forward, your parents are still your parents. But your little sister is now my sister, born of different parents but sharing the sa heart!”
Yan Luoyue: “...” Sothing about this felt off.
Now promoted to the status of her “different-parents-but-sa-heart” big brother, Sang Ji thought for a mont before suddenly realizing:
“Oh, I get it. Little sis must have seen a pill-making book at Mr. Jiang’s place, right?”
Yan Luoyue nodded, then added, “Not just a pill-making book, but also an artifact crafting book.”
Yan Gan looked a bit confused. “So, do you want to make pills or craft artifacts?”
Yan Luoyue was firm. “Craft artifacts.”
“But you just said pill-making?”
With a lancholic sigh, Yan Luoyue propped her chin on her hand. “Yes, it’s because I can’t afford a crafting furnace or fla that I need to make so pills first to earn money.”
Sang Ji, listening nearby, chuckled. “Doesn’t pill-making require those things too?”
“The recipe I saw doesn’t,” Yan Luoyue said gravely. “This recipe is especially easy. With just a little help from you two, you can support the dream of a future artifact crafting master.”
Of course, it was easy.
In her previous life, this recipe had been famous for having a higher success rate among artifact crafters than pill-makers.
Yan Luoyue had approached Yan Gan and Sang Ji for help after careful consideration.
Yan Gan spent every day eating and traveling with Yan Luoyue, so it was impossible for her to do anything without him. Therefore, she had no choice but to bring Yan Gan into her plans.
As for Sang Ji... just look at the variety of fruits he fed Yan Luoyue every day, and you’d know that Sang Ji was a wealthy man!
So, Yan Luoyue wanted to recruit him as an investor.
The Black Kiss Crocodile clan was known for being the nouveau riche among demons, and Sang Ji’s father was a clan elder. As a second-generation rich kid, Sang Ji had plenty of pocket money to spare.
The raw materials needed to concoct the dicine Yan Luoyue had in mind weren’t particularly expensive.
Sang Ji didn’t even need to dip into his New Year’s money.
Without hesitation, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his allowance for the month. After thinking for a mont, he added last month’s allowance to the money pouch.
“Is this enough?”
Yan Luoyue quickly did the math in her head: “It’s more than enough! You’re the best, Brother Ji!”
For such a generous and willing brother who was ready to provide the first batch of funding for her materials, Yan Luoyue decided to honor him with the title: Sugar Daddy!
Initially, Yan Gan and Sang Ji didn’t have high hopes for Yan Luoyue’s ability to successfully concoct the pill.
Though they agreed to help her gather the materials, it was mostly out of a “don’t crush your little sister’s extracurricular interests” and “let her try it once and see how hard alchemy really is” kind of big brother ntality.
As for Yan Luoyue’s proposal of “Brother Ji invests, Brother Gan handles sales, and I contribute the technical know-how, with profits split 30-30-40,” they simply dismissed it as childish talk.
This attitude reached its peak when Yan Luoyue directed them to move the materials to the kitchen and unveiled her key alchemy tool.
It wasn’t their fault that Yan Gan and Sang Ji had little faith in Yan Luoyue’s success.
After all…
The alchemy vessel Yan Luoyue pulled out was a big iron pot.
Yan Gan couldn’t help but ask, “Little sister, are you sure you’re not mistaken?”
“I’m sure,” Yan Luoyue said firmly, standing on a stool and nodding. “This dicinal pill needs to be stewed.”
Alright, stew it is.
Yan Gan watched as Yan Luoyue scooped several ladles of water into the pot. Once the water started steaming, she dumped a large bag of dicinal herbs into it.
Her technique was ssy, the proportions were haphazard, and even the way she stirred the pot with a shovel looked suspiciously like…
Well, um, this… was she cooking pig feed?
It didn’t look very promising!
Sang Ji was more composed than Yan Gan.
But even he couldn’t help but swallow his saliva when a sweet, candy-like aroma wafted from Yan Luoyue’s pot.
“Little sister,” Sang Ji called softly, “why does the sll of your pill make so hungry?”
“That’s normal,” Yan Luoyue replied, evenly stirring the syrupy, caral-colored liquid in the pot with her shovel. “This dicinal pill is supposed to taste sweet.”
After all, it wasn’t originally invented as a pill. It was a snack recipe developed by a gourt cultivator in the ga *Ten Thousand Realms Unite*.
Sweet, refreshing, and sticky.
These three core descriptors captured the essence of this pill recipe.
It was said that when the gourt cultivator was experinting with the recipe, they drew inspiration from a certain brand of Fritillaria and Loquat cough syrup.
This snack, which looked pitch black and utterly unappetizing at first glance, was nad “Sweet and Delicious Cake” by its creator.
Custors who were chard by the na were quick to file complaints about false advertising after receiving the actual product.
For reasons unknown, soone decided to sar the cake on a wound.
To their surprise, they discovered that the substance not only had anti-inflammatory and hemostatic properties but also excelled at pain relief. It could be used as a poultice to treat bruises, sprains, and even heal broken bones in a remarkably short ti.
And as a sweet cake, it was still edible!
It was truly miraculous, almost unbelievable.
This was a miracle straight out of the ga world!
Players who heard about this incident remarked that the guy who tried it was pretty miraculous too.
In any case, along with this bizarre anecdote, the story of the “Sweet and Delicious Cake” spread far and wide.
After being examined by several master alchemists in *Ten Thousand Realms Unite*, the “Sweet and Delicious Cake” was officially recognized as a pill recipe—a versatile one that could be used both internally and externally.
Soone suggested to the gourt cultivator that they should give this cake—no, this newly invented pill—a proper na.
The gourt cultivator complied.
They nad the pill “Sweet and Delicious Pill.”
All the players: “…”
Seriously, why are you so attached to this misleading description?!
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