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

The system alarm exploded in Huang Yiming's mind like thunder. His expression changed drastically. Without thinking, he immediately activated his teleportation power and sped towards Qin Family Fortress. His anxiety grew stronger—Yang Xiu was gentle yet resilient, always silently supporting him; Qin Yuling was intelligent and decisive. The journey to Qingyun Mountain was already fraught with danger, and now that both of them were in peril, he absolutely could not let anything happen to them.

Upon arriving at Qin Family Fortress, they found the interior in chaos, filled with black mist. Dozens of cultivators dressed as guards surrounded Yang Xiu, their bodies swirling with black energy, clearly spies from the Demonic Sect. Yang Xiu, wielding a short sword and covered in blood, fought desperately despite his weak breath, his eyes showing no sign of retreat.

"Yang Xiu!" Huang Yiming roared, raised his heavy sniper rifle and pulled the trigger. The bullet, carrying three-colored spiritual energy, whistled towards the spy closest to Yang Xiu and accurately hit his dantian. The spy screamed and fell to the ground on the spot.

The spies turned around, their eyes fixed on Huang Yiming with sinister intent. The leader, a Qi Refining Level 5 cultivator dressed as a guard captain, was none other than Zhang Wu, the suspicious person Yang Xiu had previously suspected. Zhang Wu sneered, his tone arrogant: "Huang Yiming, you're finally back, but too late! Today we will not only kill Yang Xiu, but also seize Qin Family Fort's supplies and tokens, leaving you with nothing!"

"You're courting death!" Huang Yiming's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he channeled all his spiritual energy and the power of his token into his sniper rifle. The rifle's body blazed with three-colored light as he repeatedly pulled the trigger, unleashing a barrage of armor-piercing rounds at the undercover agents. The agents frantically tried to raise barriers with their spiritual energy, but they were no match for the bullets imbued with the three-colored power. One by one, they were struck, either collapsing with serious injuries or dying instantly.

Zhang Wu's eyes turned cold. He waved his hand, unleashing a burst of black energy that struck Huang Yiming in the chest. Huang Yiming groaned and staggered back two steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He hadn't expected Zhang Wu to be so powerful, capable of injuring him.

Seeing this, Yang Xiu's eyes widened in fury. Ignoring her injuries, she channeled all her spiritual energy, and her short sword emitted a faint white light as she lunged at Zhang Wu: "Don't you dare hurt the young master!" Although her spiritual energy was weak, it was exceptionally pure, clearly indicating that her hidden spiritual root was gradually awakening.

Zhang Wu sneered, and with a flick of his wrist, a wisp of black energy struck Yang Xiu in the back. Yang Xiu let out a muffled scream and fell heavily to the ground, her short sword slipping from her hand and landing beside her. "You overconfident little brat! Your hidden spiritual root hasn't even fully awakened yet, and you dare to be so insolent in front of me? Today, I'll kill you first, then take Huang Yiming's life!" Zhang Wu leaped towards Yang Xiu, his fingertips wreathed in black energy, intending to kill her with a single blow.

"No!" Huang Yiming roared, ignoring his chest injury, he raised his heavy sniper rifle, aimed at Zhang Wu's back, and pulled the trigger. The armor-piercing bullet, carrying his spiritual energy, whistled out. Zhang Wu reacted extremely quickly, turning around and waving a black aura to block the bullet. The bullet grazed his shoulder, leaving a deep wound that exposed bone.

Zhang Wu stared intently at Huang Yiming with a sinister look in his eyes, his tone crazed: "Huang Yiming, I'll die with you!" He circulated all his spiritual energy, and the black aura around him suddenly surged, as if he wanted to burn his cultivation and perish together with Huang Yiming.

Just then, Yang Xiu suddenly stood up slowly, her body radiating a dazzling white light—her hidden spiritual root had fully awakened! Her spiritual energy surged instantly, breaking through from the first level of Qi Refining to the fourth level, her aura several times stronger than before. She reached out and grabbed Zhang Wu's wrist, injecting spiritual energy into his body. Zhang Wu's black energy was instantly suppressed, and in his chaotic spiritual energy, he screamed and staggered back two steps.

"This is... the awakening of a hidden spiritual root?" Zhang Wu's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. "Impossible! How could you awaken a hidden spiritual root at this time?"

Yang Xiu's eyes were icy, and her tone was firm: "I was able to awaken my hidden spiritual root entirely thanks to your help and trust, young master. Today, I will never let you harm you, young master, nor will I let you disrupt the trade route between the two realms!" With a wave of her hand, a beam of white light struck Zhang Wu's dantian. Zhang Wu screamed in agony as his cultivation completely collapsed, the black aura dissipated, and he became listless and dispirited.

The remaining spies, terrified at the sight, turned to flee, but Huang Yiming and Yang Xiu slaughtered them one by one, leaving no survivors. Huang Yiming quickly went to Yang Xiu's side and helped her up, his voice filled with concern: "Yang Xiu, how are you? Are you hurt?"

Yang Xiu shook her head, leaned against Huang Yiming's chest, and said gently, "Young Master, I'm fine. I've awakened my hidden spiritual root, so I can better protect you and help you manage affairs from now on." The tenderness and determination in her eyes revealed her deep affection for Huang Yiming.

Huang Yiming felt a warmth in his heart and gently patted her back: "You've worked hard, Yang Xiu. You should rest and take care of your wounds. Leave the rest to me." Looking at the wounds on Yang Xiu's body, the killing intent in his heart grew stronger—the Demonic Sect and the Black Stone Sect had hurt the people around him time and time again, and he would never tolerate it again.

Hearing the commotion, Su Qingyue rushed out of the supply warehouse. Seeing Huang Yiming and Yang Xiu, she asked anxiously, "Yiming, Yang Xiu, are you alright? I heard fighting outside the warehouse and I was so worried about you. Where's Qin Yuling? Has she returned from Qingyun Mountain?"

Mentioning Qin Yuling, Huang Yiming's expression instantly turned serious: "There's still no news about Yuling. The system notification says she lost contact after going to Qingyun Mountain, and she's probably in danger too."

Su Qingyue's heart tightened, and she said with concern, "How could something have happened at Qingyun Mountain? Lin Feng is a spy for the Demonic Sect. Could it be that the Qingyun Sect has also been infiltrated by the Demonic Sect? No, we must go to Qingyun Mountain as soon as possible to find Yu Ling's whereabouts, otherwise she will be in danger."

Huang Yiming nodded, his eyes resolute: "That's right, let's go to Qingyun Mountain now. Yang Xiu, you've just awakened your hidden spiritual root and your body is still very weak, so stay at Qin Family Fortress to help Qin Hu strengthen the defenses and prevent the Black Stone Sect and the Demon Sect from taking the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Su Qingyue, you're coming with me to Qingyun Mountain to find Yu Ling."

"Young master, I want to go too! I can help!" Yang Xiu said eagerly. She didn't want Huang Yiming to face the danger alone anymore, and she wanted to find Qin Yuling herself to ensure her safety.

Looking at Yang Xiu's determined eyes, Huang Yiming couldn't bear to refuse and nodded: "Okay, then you can come with us, but be careful and don't push yourself."

The three quickly packed their belongings, grabbed heavy weapons and medicine, and activated their teleportation ability to speed towards Qingyun Mountain. Along the way, Huang Yiming repeatedly tried to contact Qin Yuling, but received no response, and his anxiety grew stronger. He knew that Qingyun Mountain was definitely in crisis, and Qin Yuling's situation was likely extremely dangerous.

Upon arriving at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, they found the entire mountain shrouded in black mist, with sounds of fighting and screams echoing from within—clearly, the Qingyun Sect had been ambushed by the Demonic Sect and the Black Stone Sect. Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold as he gripped his sniper rifle tightly. He said to Su Qingyue and Yang Xiu, "Let's be careful. We'll go up the mountain in shifts to search for Yu Ling's whereabouts, and at the same time, try our best to rescue the Qingyun Sect disciples; perhaps they can provide information about Yu Ling."

The three nodded and split into three groups, stealthily making their way up Qingyun Mountain. The black mist grew thicker, and the sounds of fighting grew closer. Huang Yiming knew that a fierce battle was about to erupt, and Qin Yuling's whereabouts remained unknown.

Just as Huang Yiming reached the halfway point of Qingyun Mountain, he heard a familiar scream—it was Qin Yuling's voice! He rushed towards the sound and saw Qin Yuling surrounded by two Foundation Establishment cultivators, her body covered in blood, her longsword lying to the side; the leader of the cultivators was actually a mid-Foundation Establishment elder from the Black Stone Sect, who was still holding Qin Yuling's sword in his hand!