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

On the open ground of Black Wind Ridge, refugees were distributing food, their faces beaming with long-lost smiles, and the oppressive atmosphere in the air gradually dissipated. But Huang Yiming was far from relaxed. On one hand, there was the commercial crisis in the city, and on the other, there were the Qingyun Sect's spies in Black Wind Ridge, leaving him unable to attend to everything.

"Yiming, don't worry too much about things in the city. I'll go back and handle them first. You stay here to deal with the Black Wind Ridge matter, find out the whereabouts of the Qingyun Sect's spies, and protect the refugees, Yuling, and Xiuer." Su Qingyue looked at Huang Yiming, her tone gentle yet firm. "I will do my best to stabilize the company's situation and prevent the losses from escalating further."

Huang Yiming nodded, feeling a warmth in his heart. He gently held Su Qingyue's hand and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Qingyue. Be careful. Call me immediately if anything happens, and I'll rush back right away."

"Don't worry, I will." Su Qingyue smiled, turned around and opened the dual-world passage to return to the city.

After Su Qingyue left, Huang Yiming's gaze returned to the black-clad refugee, his eyes icy. He slowly walked over and asked calmly, "Who are you? Why do you possess the Qingyun Sect's token?"

The refugee's expression changed, his eyes darted around, and he quickly lowered his head, saying, "Young Master Huang, I... I'm just an ordinary refugee. I don't know anything about the Qingyun Sect's token. You've mistaken me for someone else."

"Mistaken for someone else?" Huang Yiming sneered, grabbing the refugee's wrist and circulating his spiritual energy to probe his body. "You have the spiritual energy fluctuations of the Qingyun Sect within you, and you even have the Qingyun Sect's token hanging from your waist. You still dare to claim you're just an ordinary refugee? Speak! Are you a spy for the Qingyun Sect? What is the Qingyun Sect's purpose in sending you here?"

The refugee trembled violently as Huang Yiming gripped his wrist, his internal spiritual energy in disarray, realizing he had been exposed. He tried to resist, but Huang Yiming's spiritual energy suppressed him, rendering him completely immobile.

Just then, two sharp fluctuations of spiritual energy suddenly appeared, and two figures descended from the sky onto the open ground, their bodies surrounded by spiritual energy—they were actually two cultivators at the third level of Qi Refining. They wore the robes of the Qingyun Sect, with the sect's emblem embroidered on their chests, their eyes were cold, and they looked down at Huang Yiming with disdain.

"A pseudo-spiritual root cultivator dares to interrogate someone from my Qingyun Sect? You're utterly ignorant of your own limitations!" The leading Qingyun Sect cultivator spoke arrogantly, his eyes filled with disdain. "Huang Yiming, we've been keeping an eye on you for a while now. We didn't expect you to deliver yourself to our doorstep, saving us the trouble of searching for you."

Another Qingyun Sect cultivator scoffed, "A piece of trash who activated his pseudo-spiritual root with mortal junk dares to gather refugees and establish a stronghold? He's delusional! I advise you to quickly hand over modern supplies and the secrets of the dual realms, and then destroy your own spiritual root; perhaps then we might spare your life. Otherwise, we'll annihilate these refugees and raze your stronghold to the ground today!"

Upon seeing this, the refugees trembled with fear and hid behind Huang Yiming, their eyes filled with terror. They had just escaped the oppression of the mountain bandits and did not want to be harmed by the Qingyun Sect cultivators again.

Qin Yuling and Yang Xiu stood beside Huang Yiming, their eyes icy, their spiritual energy condensed and unreleased, ready for battle. Qin Hu, carrying a heavy machine gun, aimed it at the two Qingyun Sect cultivators, his face full of ferocity. Although somewhat afraid, he still shouted defiantly, "Don't be arrogant! Brother Ming is very powerful, he can definitely defeat you!"

Upon seeing this, the two Qingyun Sect cultivators burst into laughter, mocking, "How dare a mere mortal like you shout at us? You're truly courting death!"

Enraged, Qin Hu stepped forward, pretending not to understand cultivation terminology, and deliberately asked, "The spiritual roots you're talking about, are they like radishes that can be eaten raw? And if you eat them, you can become a cultivator?"

The two Qingyun Sect cultivators' faces darkened, their eyes blazing with anger. They sneered, "Mortal brutes are not worthy to discuss cultivation! Spiritual roots are the foundation of cultivators; how dare you desecrate them? Today, we'll cripple you, you mortal brutees!"

Seeing this, Qin Hu quickly drew his pistol, pointed it at the two men, and shouted, "If you say another word, I'll shoot you! This thing can kill demonic beasts, and it can kill you cultivators too!"

The two Qingyun Sect cultivators were so frightened by Qin Hu's actions that they took a half step back. Although they looked down on ordinary weapons, they knew that the power of the ordinary weapons in Huang Yiming's hands should not be underestimated. Previously, Zhao Kun of the Black Stone Sect had been injured by Huang Yiming with an ordinary weapon, which crippled his cultivation.

"Huang Yiming, stop wasting your breath on them and hand over the modern supplies and the secrets of the dual realms, or don't blame us for being impolite!" The leading Qingyun Sect cultivator had icy eyes and an arrogant tone, his spiritual energy growing stronger, ready to take action at any moment.

Huang Yiming's eyes were icy as he said calmly, "If you want my modern resources and the secrets of the dual realms, you'll have to see if you have the ability! So what if you're from the Qingyun Sect? So what if you're at the third level of Qi Refining? Today I'll show you that what belongs to Huang Yiming isn't so easy to take!"

"Arrogant!" The leading Qingyun Sect cultivator roared in fury, waving his hand and ordering, "Attack! Cripple Huang Yiming, seize the modern supplies and the secrets of the dual realms, and then annihilate these refugees!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two Qingyun Sect cultivators simultaneously channeled their spiritual energy and charged towards Huang Yiming, forming spiritual energy palm prints in their hands and slamming them hard into his chest. They were confident that with their Qi Refining Level 3 cultivation, they could easily defeat Huang Yiming, a pseudo-spiritual root cultivator at Qi Refining Level 1.

"Yu Ling, Xiu Er, protect the refugees and hold one of the cultivators back. I'll deal with the other one!" Huang Yiming quickly gave the order, while simultaneously circulating his spiritual energy—using the spiritual energy purified by the spiritual energy purifier, his spiritual energy surged instantly, temporarily breaking through to the late stage of the first level of Qi Refining, and his aura became increasingly refined.

"Alright!" Qin Yuling and Yang Xiu responded in unison and immediately took action. Qin Yuling drew her sword and charged towards one of the Qingyun Sect cultivators. The sword flashed, and spiritual energy flowed into the longsword, each strike carrying a sharp and intimidating aura. Yang Xiu activated her hidden spiritual root, releasing a faint but extremely pure spiritual energy to assist Qin Yuling and steadily enhance her combat power.

Huang Yiming's figure flashed suddenly, rushing straight towards the leading Qingyun Sect cultivator. He pointed his pistol at the opponent's chest and pulled the trigger without hesitation—the bullet was wrapped in dense spiritual energy and moved as fast as lightning.

The leading Qingyun Sect cultivator's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly activated his spiritual energy to dodge to the side. The bullet grazed him and struck a nearby tree, instantly piercing the trunk and leaving a dark hole. He stared at Huang Yiming, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: he hadn't expected Huang Yiming's spiritual energy to be so pure, and his attack speed to be so much faster than anticipated.

"I didn't expect that a pseudo-spiritual root cultivator like you would have such strength. However—your cultivation at the late stage of the first level of Qi Refining is not even enough to fill my teeth!" The leading cultivator spoke arrogantly and once again urged his spiritual energy to rush towards Huang Yiming, the spiritual energy palm print in his hand becoming more and more intense.

Huang Yiming sneered inwardly, deliberately feigning weakness and retreating repeatedly, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, looking utterly pathetic. The leading cultivator, seeing this, secretly rejoiced, assuming Huang Yiming was powerless to resist. He lowered his guard, quickened his pace, and charged forward, intending to cripple Huang Yiming's spiritual root in one fell swoop.

Just as the spiritual energy palm print was about to strike Huang Yiming, he suddenly changed his expression, his eyes becoming sharp as knives. He circulated his spiritual energy throughout his body, dodged to the side, and at the same time, swung his spear backhand, accurately hitting the spiritual energy acupoint of the leading cultivator.

"Ah!" The leading cultivator screamed in agony as his spiritual energy instantly became chaotic and could no longer circulate. He staggered back a few steps, his face contorted in pain.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Huang Yiming rushed forward and punched the opponent hard in the chest. The leading cultivator screamed again, fell to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and completely lost the strength to move.

Upon seeing this, another Qingyun Sect cultivator's expression changed drastically, filled with fear. He tried to escape but was tightly entangled by Qin Yuling and Yang Xiu, unable to break free. Qin Yuling's sword light grew increasingly fierce, and Yang Xiu's spiritual energy support became stronger and stronger. Before long, the cultivator was struck in the shoulder by Qin Yuling's sword. His spiritual energy became disordered, and he collapsed to the ground, where Qin Yuling subdued him on the spot.

Huang Yiming walked up to the leading cultivator, looking down at him with icy eyes and an arrogant tone: "Is this all the Qingyun Sect is capable of? Sending two pieces of trash to test me? You're seriously underestimating me, Huang Yiming!"

The leading cultivator was filled with despair, utterly unable to believe that he, a Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator, had been defeated by a Qi Refining Level 1 pseudo-spiritual root cultivator. "You...you're not a pseudo-spiritual root at all! The purity of your spiritual energy clearly indicates an innate spiritual root!"

Huang Yiming sneered, his fingertips circulating spiritual energy. The appearance of the pseudo-spiritual root quietly faded away, and a trace of the pressure of the innate spiritual root was slowly released: "That's right, the pseudo-spiritual root is just a decoy for me to cover my tracks. Your Qingyun Sect is nothing more than a stepping stone on my path to immortality."

He bent down and grabbed the cultivator by the neck, forcing him to reveal the Qingyun Sect's intentions—this was merely a probe, and they would send Foundation Establishment cultivators to seize the treasure later. Upon learning this, Huang Yiming crippled both of their cultivation levels and handed them over to the refugees for safekeeping.

After calming the refugees, Huang Yiming dialed Su Qingyue's number and said in a deep voice, "Qingyue, I'll go back to the city as soon as possible. I already have a way to deal with the threat from the Qingyun Sect." After hanging up, he looked into the distance with a firm gaze: the road ahead to immortality was fraught with danger, but he was fearless.