Traveling Between Two Worlds: From Bread for Maids to Fantasy Overlord

The appraisal event at Yiming Trading Company had just ended, and Huang Yiming was helping Su Qingyue check the accounts. His desk was piled high with jadeite rough stones, each one brimming with spiritual energy—precious items he had transported in bulk from the fantasy world. Su Qingyue's fingertips brushed over a piece of glass-type jadeite, her eyes filled with amazement: "If all these rough stones were processed and sold, we could earn at least several billion, enough for us to stockpile even more heavy weapons and supplies."

Huang Yiming leaned back on the sofa, his fingertips tracing the mid-level Demon Sect token. His tone was grave: "Money isn't the goal. The key is to accumulate strength as quickly as possible to deal with the Demon Sect crisis three months from now. Yang Xiu is still investigating the clues to the third token, and Qin Hu is guarding the supply exchange point in the mortal town. We need to speed things up and not give the Black Stone Sect and the Demon Sect any opportunity."

No sooner had he finished speaking than his assistant hurriedly knocked on the door and entered, looking flustered: "Mr. Huang, Ms. Su, there is a mysterious buyer downstairs who says he wants to offer an exorbitant price to buy all of our jadeite rough stones. He only wants the rough stones and will not accept any processing. He also requests to see you in person."

"A sky-high price for acquisition? Only accepting raw stones?" Huang Yiming's eyes narrowed, and a sense of vigilance rose in his heart. "Something's not right. Our jadeite raw stones are unique to the mystical world, containing spiritual energy. Ordinary people can't see the mystery at all, unless... they're from the Demonic Sect or the Black Stone Sect."

Su Qingyue immediately put away the accounts, her tone calm: "No matter who it is, we have to meet them. It's a good opportunity to find out their background. Be careful, I'll keep them in check. If anything seems amiss, we'll act immediately." She gripped the pistol hidden at her waist, her expression wary—after many crises, she was no longer the Su family's eldest daughter who only knew how to manage logistics; she could now stand on her own.

Huang Yiming nodded, put the Demonic Sect token into his storage space, picked up a rifle and hid it under his desk, then gestured for his assistant to bring the buyer in. A moment later, a man in a black suit and sunglasses walked in. His aura was cold and sinister. Although he tried to hide it, a faint trace of black energy could still be detected. He was clearly a cultivator who had practiced Demonic Sect techniques.

The man removed his sunglasses, a fake smile on his face. His gaze swept over the jadeite rough stones on the table, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes. "Mr. Huang, I've long admired your name. I'm Zhao Kun, and I've come here because of your reputation. I'll offer five billion for all of these jadeite rough stones. What do you say?"

Five billion? The assistants present gasped in shock. This price was three times higher than the highest market price, clearly illogical. Su Qingyue remained calm and asked softly, "Mr. Zhao, aren't you afraid of losing money at such a high price? And why do you only accept raw stones and not processed ones?"

Zhao Kun chuckled, his eyes subtly scanning Huang Yiming: "Miss Su, rest assured, I have plenty of money. As for why I'm collecting raw stones, I have my reasons. Mr. Huang, just give me a straight answer, are you selling or not?" His tone seemed calm, but it carried a subtle, almost imperceptible pressure, clearly testing Huang Yiming's limits.

Huang Yiming feigned hesitation, frowning as he said, "Mr. Zhao, it's not that I don't want to sell, it's just that these rough stones are a source I finally managed to find. If I sell them all to you, I won't be able to do any more business. Besides, although 5 billion is a lot, I still feel like I'm losing out." He deliberately acted weak, hoping to draw out the other party's true intentions.

Zhao Kun's eyes turned cold, and his tone became serious: "President Huang, don't push your luck! Fifty billion is enough for you to live a life of comfort. If you don't sell, don't blame me for being impolite!" A faint black aura rose around him, clearly indicating that he had lost patience and was beginning to reveal his true nature.

Huang Yiming understood immediately. They were indeed from the Demonic Sect, their goal being the spiritual stones of the Mystic Realm, presumably for cultivation or preparation for their attack three months later. His expression suddenly changed, feigning fear: "Mr. Zhao, please calm down! I'll sell! I'll sell! But I have one condition: you must tell me what you intend to do with these stones?"

Zhao Kun, assuming Huang Yiming was genuinely frightened, smirked mockingly. "Since you're so sensible, I might as well tell you. These raw stones contain spiritual energy, perfect for cultivation. Once my cultivation level improves, they'll naturally be of even greater use. However, Mr. Huang, I've heard you possess a secret to traversing between worlds, as well as a mortal weapon capable of harming cultivators. If you're willing to hand it over, I'll add another ten billion to your account. How about it?"

"The secret of time travel? Ordinary weapons?" Huang Yiming feigned ignorance. "Mr. Zhao, you're joking. I'm just an ordinary businessman. How could I possibly have such things? Those are just rumors from the outside world, not to be believed." He pretended not to understand, continuing to probe the other party's background. Zhao Kun's eyes hardened, and he waved his hand, sending out a stream of black energy that struck the desk, instantly corroding a black hole in the surface: "Huang Yiming, don't play dumb with me! You killed Liu Cang and the Demon Sect envoy. I know everything about the weapons you possess and the secret of time travel! Today, you either hand over the secret and weapons and sell me the raw stones; or I'll destroy your company, kill you, and take them yourself!"

Su Qingyue immediately stood in front of Huang Yiming, raising her pistol and pointing it at Zhao Kun: "Don't go too far! This is the city, not a place for you to run wild. As soon as I pull the trigger, the police will be here!" She knew that Zhao Kun was a cultivator and that the pistol might not be able to hurt him, but she was unwilling to let Huang Yiming face the danger alone.

Zhao Kun scoffed and waved his hand, using black energy to shield himself: "Ordinary weapons can't hurt me in the slightest. Even if the police come, they can only collect your corpse!" He leaped at Huang Yiming, black energy swirling around his fingertips, trying to snatch the storage space key from Huang Yiming's waist.

Huang Yiming was prepared. He dodged to the side and simultaneously pulled out a rifle from under his desk, firing a bullet that whistled through the air, carrying with it spiritual energy, towards Zhao Kun's black energy barrier. "Bang!" With a loud bang, the bullet pierced the barrier and struck Zhao Kun's shoulder. The black energy instantly became chaotic, and Zhao Kun groaned and staggered back two steps.

"Impossible! How could you hurt me with a mortal weapon?" Zhao Kun's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief—he was just a low-level disciple of the Demonic Sect, with a cultivation level of only the fourth level of Qi Refining, and he couldn't possibly withstand a bullet infused with spiritual energy.

Huang Yiming sneered, raising his rifle and aiming it at Zhao Kun's dantian: "Zhao Kun, do you think I'm really afraid of you? I knew you were from the Demonic Sect all along. I deliberately played along to probe your secrets. Tell me, did you buy the spirit stones for the attack three months from now? Where exactly is the third mid-level token?"

Zhao Kun's face turned pale, his eyes darting around, yet he remained defiant: "I don't know! Even if you kill me, you won't know any secrets!" He tried to circulate his spiritual energy to fight back, but found that the injury to his shoulder had disrupted his spiritual energy, making it impossible to gather power.

Su Qingyue stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Kun's shoulder, her tone icy: "Don't be so stubborn. You've already witnessed Huang Yiming's methods. If you're not willing to talk, we have plenty of ways to make you open your mouth!"

Zhao Kun panicked at Huang Yiming's cold gaze and stammered, "I'll talk... I'll talk... We bought the spirit stones to help the Demon Sect cultivators improve their strength and prepare for the attack three months from now. The third mid-level token is indeed in the hands of the Qingyun Sect. We've already sent people to investigate, hoping to seize it while we have the chance."

Huang Yiming's eyes darkened. Just as Yang Xiu had discovered, the third token was indeed with the Qingyun Sect. He continued, "How many people did you send to the Qingyun Sect? Also, who exactly is the Demon Sect Master? How powerful is he?"

Zhao Kun shook his head, his voice weak: "I don't know... I'm just a low-level disciple. I only know that a Foundation Establishment cultivator was sent to the Qingyun Sect. Only high-level envoys know the identity of the Demon Sect Master. I heard that his strength is at the Golden Core stage, which is very powerful."

Huang Yiming asked no more questions, pulled the trigger, and struck Zhao Kun in the dantian, crippling his cultivation. He then instructed his assistant to hand him over to Su Qingyue's family forces for disposal, determined to extract more clues about the Demonic Sect. Watching Zhao Kun being dragged away, Su Qingyue walked to Huang Yiming's side and whispered, "It seems the Demonic Sect's preparations are more thorough than we imagined. We must go to the Qingyun Sect as soon as possible to obtain the third token."

Huang Yiming nodded, his eyes resolute: "That's right. I'll contact Yang Xiu now and have her continue to research the Qingyun Sect's information. Also, I'll inform Qin Hu to keep an eye on the supply handover point. You and I will return to the Xuanhuan Realm first to prepare for our trip to the Qingyun Sect."

Just as the two were about to activate their teleportation power, Huang Yiming's system suddenly sounded an urgent alarm: [Warning! A large amount of spiritual energy fluctuations have been detected. It is suspected that the remnants of the Black Stone Sect are approaching the material exchange point in the mortal town. Qin Hu is in danger.]

Huang Yiming's expression changed drastically. He immediately pulled up the system monitoring and saw that the material exchange point in the mortal town was surrounded by dozens of cultivators. Qin Hu was fighting desperately with a rifle, but he was hit by the black energy of the cultivators and fell heavily to the ground. The leader of the cultivators was holding a mid-level token that was exactly the same as the one in Huang Yiming's hand!