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

Outside the gates of Qin Family Fortress, dark clouds loomed, exuding a murderous aura. Cultivators from the Black Stone Sect surrounded the city gates. Leading them was a cultivator dressed in black robes, his face sinister and his eyes icy—Zhao Kun, a Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator from the Black Stone Sect. He gripped a sharp longsword, his aura radiating outwards, his oppressive presence pressing directly towards Qin Family Fortress.

"Huang Yiming, get out here!" Zhao Kun's booming voice echoed throughout Qin Family Fortress. "A piece of trash who activated a pseudo-spiritual root with mortal junk dares to be arrogant in front of my Black Stone Sect? Today, I will destroy your spiritual root, making you a mortal for eternity, and then I will raze Qin Family Fortress to the ground to avenge our past grievances!"

Above the city gate, Huang Yiming stood in the center, with Qin Yuling, Su Qingyue, and Yang Xiu beside him. Qin Hu, carrying a heavy machine gun, stood to the side, his face fierce but unable to hide a trace of tension. Huang Yiming looked at the dozens of cultivators below with icy eyes, his spiritual energy, condensed at the first level of his cultivation, remained dormant, and he had already devised a plan in his mind.

"Zhao Kun, your Black Stone Sect has repeatedly caused trouble. Do you really think I, Huang Yiming, am easy to bully?" Huang Yiming's voice, transmitted through spiritual energy, clearly reached the ears of every cultivator, echoing with the same words: "Today, I will show you that even a pseudo-spiritual root can crush you so-called orthodox cultivators!"

"Arrogance!" Zhao Kun roared in fury, waving his hand and shouting, "Charge! Raze Qin Family Fortress to the ground, kill without mercy!"

At Zhao Kun's command, dozens of cultivators channeled their spiritual energy and rushed toward the Qin Family Fortress gate, their magical artifacts gleaming with a cold light and exuding a murderous aura.

Seeing this, Qin Hu quickly picked up the heavy machine gun and shouted, "Brother Ming, watch this! I'll use this thing to blow them all up!" He tried to pull the trigger as Huang Yiming had taught him, but no matter how he pressed it, the gun didn't respond.

Seeing this, Zhao Kun burst into laughter, mocking, "You mortal brute, daring to show off in front of me with a piece of junk? This piece of trash can't even hurt a hair on my head, yet you dare to flaunt it!"

Qin Hu was sweating profusely, veins bulging on his forehead, muttering, "What's wrong? Why won't it ring? Is it broken?"

Huang Yiming shook his head helplessly and shouted remotely, "Idiot, pull the pin and release the safety! You've forgotten even the most basic operation, and you still dare to say you're going to shoot them?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Hu hurriedly reached for the bolt and released the safety. In his panic, his finger accidentally pulled the trigger. With a loud "bang," the bullet missed the charging cultivator and instead struck the city gate wall, sending up a spray of gravel. The flying debris startled Qin Hu, who immediately crouched down, covering his head and yelling, "Holy crap! That was terrifying!"

Upon seeing this, the cultivators outside the city gate burst into laughter, their mocking voices rising and falling, their arrogance growing even stronger.

"Yu Ling, go and restrain the low-level cultivators; Xiu'er, use your hidden spiritual root to release spiritual energy to assist Yu Ling; Qing Yue, use your rifle to restrain them from a distance and accurately strike the enemy cultivators!" Huang Yiming quickly issued the orders, his tone calm and composed.

"Alright!" the three women responded in unison and immediately took action. Qin Yuling drew her sword, leaped off the city gate, and charged towards the low-level cultivator at the forefront, her sword flashing. Spiritual energy flowed into her longsword, each strike carrying a sharp aura, instantly knocking down a cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining.

Yang Xiu stood atop the city gate, closed his eyes, and activated his hidden spiritual root. A faint yet pure spiritual energy was released, flowing through the air to Qin Yuling, enveloping her and enhancing her spiritual energy circulation speed and defensive capabilities. Qin Yuling felt a warmth spread throughout her body, her spiritual energy flowed more smoothly, and her combat strength increased slightly.

Su Qingyue quickly raised her rifle, aimed at the charging cultivator, her eyes sharp. She lightly pulled the trigger, and with a "bang," the bullet, carrying a trace of spiritual energy, accurately struck the shoulder of a Qi Refining Level 2 cultivator. The cultivator screamed, his spiritual energy chaotic, and he collapsed to the ground, incapacitated.

Seeing his subordinates fall one after another, Zhao Kun's face grew increasingly grim. His gaze locked onto Qin Yuling, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes: "A mere Qi Refining Level 2 girl dares to be so insolent in front of me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Kun leaped into the air, his long sword, imbued with dense spiritual energy, slashing towards Qin Yuling. The blade's wind was sharp and carried a chilling aura. Qin Yuling's expression changed, and she hurriedly raised her sword to block. With a loud clang, the long sword vibrated, her arm went numb, and she staggered backward, her shoulder cut by the blade's wind, from which blood seeped.

"Yu Ling!" Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold, and he was furious. He instantly circulated the spiritual energy of the first level of Qi Refining, gripped the pistol tightly, aimed at Zhao Kun's shoulder, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

The bullet, imbued with dense spiritual energy, moved with lightning speed and struck Zhao Kun precisely in the shoulder, causing the spiritual energy to explode within his body. Zhao Kun screamed in agony as his spiritual energy became chaotic, the longsword in his hand fell to the ground, and he staggered back several steps, his face contorted in pain.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Huang Yiming leaped off the city gate, channeled his spiritual energy, and flashed to Zhao Kun's side. Pointing his pistol at Zhao Kun's head, he arrogantly declared, "So what if you have a pseudo-spiritual root? So what if you're only at the first level of Qi Refining? I can still crush you so-called orthodox cultivators! Today, I'll cripple you and show you the consequences of offending me!"

Zhao Kun was filled with horror. He couldn't believe that he, a cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining, had been injured by a pseudo-spiritual root cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining! He tried to circulate his spiritual energy to fight back, but found that the spiritual energy in his body was in a chaotic state and he couldn't mobilize it at all.

Huang Yiming gave Zhao Kun no chance, striking his dantian with a backhand punch. With a crack, Zhao Kun's dantian shattered, his spiritual energy instantly dissipated, and his cultivation was completely destroyed. Zhao Kun screamed and collapsed to the ground, his face filled with despair.

Upon seeing this, the cultivators outside the city gate turned pale with fright, their previous arrogance vanished, and they tried to turn and flee.

"Trying to run? Too late!" Huang Yiming's eyes were icy cold as he repeatedly pulled the trigger of his pistol. The bullets, infused with spiritual energy, accurately struck the fleeing cultivators. With each shot, a cultivator fell to the ground. In a short while, most of the dozens of cultivators had been shot down, and the rest knelt down in surrender, daring not to resist any longer.

Huang Yiming holstered his pistol, turned and walked to Qin Yuling's side, anxiously checking her wounds: "Yuling, how are you? Are you alright?"

Qin Yuling shook her head, a slight smile playing on her lips: "I'm fine, just some minor scratches."

Huang Yiming took out modern hemostatic medicine and carefully bandaged her wound with gentle movements and eyes full of heartache. Yang Xiu quickly handed her some spiritual tea and said softly, "Sister Yuling, have some spiritual tea to recover your spiritual energy." Su Qingyue took out a tissue and gently wiped the dust and bloodstains from Huang Yiming's face, saying gently, "Yiming, you've worked hard too."

The three women's concern was straightforward and genuine, warming Huang Yiming's heart. Looking at the three women before him, much of the resentment in his heart dissipated. The three women smiled at each other, their feelings for one another growing stronger. The previous subtle tension had vanished, replaced by a deeper understanding and affection.

Just then, Zhao Kun, who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised his head, his eyes sinister, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Don't be so smug! The cultivators from the Qingyun Sect are already on their way. They've been eyeing you, Huang Yiming, for a long time, as well as your mortal resources and the secrets of the dual realms! The Qingyun Sect is far more powerful than our Black Stone Sect. They will definitely cripple you and your mortal woman, and raze Qin Family Fortress to the ground!"

Huang Yiming's expression changed drastically—the Qingyun Sect! That was a mid-level sect in the fantasy world, with formidable strength, far surpassing the Black Stone Sect. He hadn't expected that the Qingyun Sect had already been eyeing him. Qin Yuling, Su Qingyue, and Yang Xiu also looked grave, their hearts filled with worry. An even greater crisis was quietly approaching.