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

Dust billowed on the official road at the foot of Qingyun Mountain as Huang Yiming and his group hurried along. The three mid-grade tokens in his arms were slightly warm. Yang Xiu leaned against the side of the carriage; her spiritual energy was still somewhat disordered after awakening her hidden spiritual root, and her face was pale. Su Qingyue was gently wiping the wound on Yang Xiu's wrist with medical gauze she had brought from the modern world, her tone full of concern: "Yang Xiu, just bear with it a little longer. Once we get to Qin Family Fortress, use the anti-inflammatory medicine that Brother Ming brought; the wound will heal quickly."

Yang Xiu nodded gently, her gaze falling on Huang Yiming, her eyes filled with warmth: "Thank you, Sister Qingyue. It's nothing. As long as it can help you, young master, this injury is nothing." Qin Yuling sat to the side, stroking her recovered sword in her hand, her eyes scanning the surroundings warily. Having experienced the ambush at Qingyun Mountain, she dared not relax for a moment.

Huang Yiming reined in the carriage and stopped it. He gathered a wisp of spiritual energy at his fingertips to sense the surrounding movement, and frowned slightly: "Something's not right. It's too quiet around here. Qin Hu said that the Twin Realms Transfer Station was attacked. Logically speaking, the remaining forces of the Black Stone Sect should be in a hurry to evacuate, not so calm." He had a feeling that an invisible net was slowly tightening around them.

Just then, Qin Hu's voice came through the system, urgent and panicked: "Brother Ming, something bad has happened! When I was leading the guard team to reinforce the transit station's defenses, we discovered a large number of cultivators lurking around. Judging from their clothing, some are from the Black Stone Sect, but there are also many unfamiliar faces, probably from other smaller sects. They seem to be waiting for you to return, preparing to attack from both sides!"

"There really was an ambush!" Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold. He immediately signaled everyone to prepare for battle. "Qingyue, you're in charge of protecting Yang Xiu. Use your pistol to hold off the low-level cultivators. Yuling, you and I will face the enemy head-on. Use your swordsmanship to entangle the high-level cultivators. Notify Qin Hu to lead his guards to flank us from the side. We'll attack from both sides. We must break through and not let them block our way back to Qin Family Fortress!"

Everyone immediately sprang into action: Su Qingyue helped Yang Xiu out of the car, took out a pistol from her storage space to check the ammunition, her eyes resolute; Qin Yuling drew her sword, spiritual energy swirling around the blade, her aura becoming increasingly sharp; Huang Yiming raised his heavy sniper rifle, infusing the power of the three tokens into the gun, which emitted a dazzling tri-colored light, ready for battle.

As soon as the words were spoken, a shout suddenly rang out from the surrounding mountains and forests, and dozens of cultivators rushed out of the woods. Leading them was a Qi Refining Level 5 cultivator from the Black Stone Sect, accompanied by four leaders from other minor sects, all of whom were at least Qi Refining Level 4, with black energy surging around them—clearly, the Black Stone Sect had joined forces with other minor sects to set up an ambush here.

"Huang Yiming, didn't expect this, did you? We knew you'd pass through here!" The leader of the Black Stone Sect sneered, his gaze sweeping over the tokens in Huang Yiming's arms, his eyes filled with greed. "Hand over the three tokens, and reveal the secret of traversing between realms and the clue to the spiritual liquid that can strengthen your spiritual roots, and I might spare your lives. Otherwise, you'll all perish here today!"

Huang Yiming grinned, his tone arrogant: "You bunch of rabble, do you think you're worthy of my things? The Foundation Establishment elder of the Black Stone Sect died under my gun before, and you low-level cultivators dare to be presumptuous in front of me?" He deliberately released the spiritual energy of the fourth level of Qi Refining, and with the full aura of the heavy sniper rifle in his hand, he intimidated the cultivators present.

A minor sect leader scoffed, waving his hand and unleashing a burst of spiritual energy that struck the ground near Huang Yiming's feet, creating a small crater. "Huang Yiming, don't be so arrogant! You're just a cultivator who recently broke through to the fourth level of Qi Refining, relying entirely on mortal weapons and tokens. Without those, you're less than an ant in our eyes! Today, we outnumber you, and even if you had firearms, you wouldn't be able to escape!"

"Shut up!" Huang Yiming's eyes narrowed, and he pulled the trigger. The bullet, infused with tri-colored spiritual energy, whistled towards the leader of the minor sect, striking him precisely in the dantian. The leader screamed and collapsed on the spot, his spiritual energy instantly dissipating. The other cultivators' expressions changed drastically upon seeing this, but they still charged forward fearlessly, their swords wreathed in spiritual energy as they pounced on Huang Yiming and the others.

"Fire!" Su Qingyue shouted and pulled the trigger, bullets raining down on the cultivators at the front; Yang Xiu also forced himself to circulate his hidden spiritual root energy despite his injuries, and a beam of white light condensed at his fingertips struck a cultivator's shoulder, who screamed and staggered back two steps; Qin Yuling leaped up and swung her longsword, a spiritual energy blade shooting towards the leader of the Black Stone Sect. The leader dodged to the side but was cut on the arm by the sword energy, and blood flowed freely.

A fierce battle erupted instantly, with gunshots, sword clashes, and screams mingling together. Huang Yiming, relying on the power of his heavy sniper rifle, relentlessly slaughtered high-level cultivators, each shot precisely striking their dantian, giving them no chance to retaliate. Qin Yuling's swordsmanship was superb; with the enhancement of spiritual energy, each strike aimed straight for the cultivators' vital points. Su Qingyue's pistol was agile and versatile, restraining low-level cultivators and preventing them from getting close to Yang Xiu. Yang Xiu, on the other hand, used the pure spiritual energy of his hidden spiritual root to assist everyone in the battle, occasionally striking and severely injuring cultivators as well.

Just then, Qin Hu led his guards in a flanking maneuver from the side. The guards raised their rifles and unleashed a hail of bullets at the cultivators. Caught in a pincer attack, the cultivators instantly lost their footing. Many were struck by bullets, some falling seriously wounded, others fleeing in disarray. The Black Stone Sect leader's eyes darkened at the sight; he knew that further delay would only result in total annihilation.

"Retreat!" The Black Stone Sect leader roared and turned to flee, but Huang Yiming wouldn't give him the chance. He raised his heavy sniper rifle, aimed at the leader's back, and pulled the trigger. The bullet, carrying his spiritual energy, whistled out and accurately struck the leader's dantian. The leader screamed and fell to the ground, lifeless.

The remaining cultivators were terrified and turned to flee. Huang Yiming, Qin Hu, and the others did not give chase, but immediately cleaned up the battlefield and checked the casualties—two members of the guard team were injured, but fortunately their injuries were not serious. Su Qingyue immediately treated their wounds with modern medicine, while Yang Xiu leaned against Huang Yiming, her breathing somewhat disordered.

Huang Yiming gently supported Yang Xiu, his voice tender: "You've worked hard, Yang Xiu. Take a rest first. We'll be at Qin Family Fort soon." Yang Xiu shook her head, her eyes filled with determination: "Young Master, I'm fine. I'm happy as long as I can help you." Qin Yuling and Su Qingyue exchanged a glance, seeing a tacit understanding in each other's eyes—there was no jealousy or rivalry among the three women, only mutual support and assistance in helping Huang Yiming.

After a short rest, the group continued their journey towards Qin Family Fortress. Huang Yiming sat in the carriage, his fingertips tracing the three tokens, his eyes grave. He knew that the ambush orchestrated by the Black Stone Sect and other smaller sects was only the beginning. The crisis facing the Demon Sect was not yet resolved, the spiritual liquid in the Spirit Clan's territory had not yet been found, and the token that Wang Kun had stolen and then retrieved seemed to hold even more secrets.

Just as the carriage was about to arrive at Qin Family Fortress, the three tokens in Huang Yiming's arms suddenly emitted a dazzling light at the same time, and the system notification sounded urgently: [Warning! High-level demonic energy fluctuations detected. A late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Demonic Sect has appeared ten miles away from Qin Family Fortress. The target is suspected to be the dual-realm resource warehouse of Qin Family Fortress.]