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

The spiritual energy fluctuations within Qin Family Fortress grew increasingly intense, prompting Huang Yiming to rush back with Qin Hu. Upon arriving at the fortress gate, they saw Qin Yuling standing guard with several Qin family disciples, their expressions grave. "Yiming, you've finally arrived! The disciples of the Qingyun Sect have already infiltrated the fortress and are heading straight for the supply warehouse; we couldn't stop them."

"Yu Ling, you and your disciples guard the fortress gates, don't let anyone in or out. I'm going to the supply warehouse," Huang Yiming said in a deep voice, his figure flashing as he rushed towards the supply warehouse. Qin Hu followed closely behind, shouting as he ran, "Brother Ming, wait for me, I..." "I'll take care of those Qingyun Sect bastards for you!"

Inside the supply warehouse, two core disciples of the Qingyun Sect were busy moving modern equipment and spiritual herbs, their faces filled with greed. "I didn't expect Qin Family Fortress to have so many good things hidden away. If we bring these modern equipment and spiritual herbs back to the Qingyun Sect, we'll definitely get a hefty reward."

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and move it! If Huang Yiming finds out, we'll be in trouble." Another disciple urged, his storage bag already half full.

"You're quite impolite, daring to touch my things?" Huang Yiming's icy voice suddenly rang out as he appeared at the warehouse door, his spiritual energy condensed and not released, his eyes sharp as knives.

The two Qingyun Sect disciples' expressions changed drastically. They turned around and saw Huang Yiming. A hint of fear flashed in their eyes, but it quickly turned into arrogance: "Huang Yiming, you're just a pseudo-spiritual root cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining. How dare you obstruct our core disciples? If you know what's good for you, get out of the way right now, or we'll cripple your spiritual root!"

Huang Yiming sneered, without uttering a word, and in a flash appeared in front of a disciple, striking him in the chest with a backhand punch. The disciple screamed, spitting out blood as he flew backward, his storage bag falling to the ground, scattering spiritual herbs and equipment everywhere.

Seeing this, another disciple flew into a rage and swung his sword at Huang Yiming. The sword light was sharp and carried with rich spiritual energy. Huang Yiming dodged to the side, grabbed a steel pipe from beside him, and smashed it hard on the disciple's wrist. With a crack, the disciple's wrist was broken, his sword fell to the ground, and his face was full of pain.

"Impossible! How could a pseudo-spiritual root cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining have such strength?" The disciple roared in disbelief.

"So what if you have pseudo-spiritual roots? In my eyes, you core disciples of the Qingyun Sect are nothing but trash." Huang Yiming stepped forward and stomped on his chest. "Tell me, what other purpose does the Qingyun Sect have in sending you here?"

The disciple gritted his teeth and refused to speak. Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold, and he increased the pressure on his feet. The disciple screamed and had no choice but to tell the truth: "We...we just came to steal supplies, we have no other purpose. Please let us go."

Huang Yiming knew he was lying, but he didn't press the matter further. Instead, he crippled the two men's cultivation and handed them over to Qin Yuling for safekeeping: "Yuling, store these supplies carefully, strengthen the warehouse's defenses, and don't allow anyone to approach easily in the future."

Having resolved the crisis at Qin Family Fortress, Huang Yiming returned to the city. Su Qingyue was busy managing company affairs when she saw him return and greeted him with a smile: "Yiming, the Qin Family Fortress matter is resolved?"

"Yes, it's resolved. They were just small fry from the Qingyun Sect, nothing to worry about." Huang Yiming smiled. "By the way, how did the tasting event go?"

"Excellent!" Su Qingyue smiled with delight. "Since exposing Zhao Lei's lies, we've had more and more clients, and many wealthy people have even contacted us to buy treasures from the fantasy world. However, Zhao Lei's remaining forces are still causing trouble in the shadows. They're dumping counterfeit jade at low prices to disrupt the market and try to bankrupt us."

Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold: "Since they show no remorse, then let's deal with them completely. Qingyue, make arrangements for an auction in three days. Bring out all the thousand-year-old ginseng and high-level demon beast cores we have—I want them to know what true treasures and true strength are."

For the next three days, Su Qingyue was busy preparing for the auction, while Huang Yiming brought a large amount of rare resources from the fantasy world, including thousand-year-old ginseng, high-level demon beast inner cores, and glass-type jadeite. Qin Hu was assigned to guard the supplies in the warehouse. Looking at the mountain of treasures, he curiously picked up a piece of glass-type jadeite to weigh it, but accidentally dropped it on the ground. He was immediately terrified, his face turned pale, and he trembled all over.

"Oh no, Brother Ming, I broke this rock! Do I have to pay a lot of money to fix it?" Qin Hu was sweating profusely and at a loss for what to do.

Su Qingyue heard the sound and came over. Seeing the jade fragments on the ground, she smiled and said, "It's okay, these are just scraps. There are many better ones. You don't need to pay for them."

Qin Hu was taken aback for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief, and stubbornly said, "I knew all along that this was scrap material. I just wanted to test how sturdy it was. I didn't expect it to be so flimsy."

Su Qingyue smiled helplessly and didn't expose him. Three days later, the auction was held as scheduled, attracting many global tycoons who were all curious about the treasures of the fantasy world.

As soon as the auction began, Zhao Lei's remaining forces sent people to cause trouble, loudly mocking, "These so-called treasures of the fantasy world are all fakes! Don't be fooled, they're just swindling money with counterfeit goods!"

Huang Yiming ignored them, picked up a thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng, and said calmly, "This thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng contains rich spiritual energy, which can quickly restore a cultivator's spiritual energy and even help ordinary people unlock their cultivation potential. The starting bid is ten million."

The moment the words were spoken, the scene erupted in cheers. The wealthy raised their paddles in bidding, and the price soared, quickly surpassing fifty million. Zhao Lei's remaining forces turned pale upon seeing this and attempted to continue causing trouble, but were stopped by Huang Yiming's men and thrown out of the auction.

Immediately afterwards, Huang Yiming took out a high-level demon beast inner core and said, "This demon beast inner core contains violent spiritual energy. It can be used for cultivation as well as for making magic weapons. The starting bid is 80 million."

The wealthy once again engaged in a frenzied bidding war, and ultimately, the inner core was won by a mysterious tycoon for 150 million. Huang Yiming watched the price climb relentlessly, his heart filled with the thrill of sudden wealth—these resources, not rare in the fantasy world, were so precious in the city; it seemed that trading between the two worlds was the fastest way to get rich.

After the auction, Huang Yiming made a net profit of over a billion yuan, not only completely resolving his business crisis but also expanding his business empire, becoming a hidden tycoon in the city. Su Qingyue held the bank card, her face full of joy: "Yiming, we've made so much money, we don't have to worry about supplies anymore."

Huang Yiming smiled and hugged her: "This is all thanks to you, thank you for your hard work." He took out a few pieces of jewelry and handed them to Su Qingyue, "These are for you, and also for Yuling and Xiuer. Take them back with you."

Su Qingyue accepted the jewelry, a warm feeling welling up inside her, and nodded gently. Just then, a mysterious wealthy man walked up to Huang Yiming, his gaze falling on the demon beast's inner core in his hand, and said calmly, "You obtained this demon beast's inner core from Black Wind Ridge, didn't you? There's a great secret hidden there; you'd better be careful."

Huang Yiming's expression changed, and he quickly asked, "What secret?"

The mysterious tycoon smiled, offered no reply, and turned to leave, leaving only the words: "When the time comes, you will naturally know."

Watching the mysterious tycoon's departing figure, Huang Yiming was filled with doubt. What secrets did Black Wind Ridge hold? Who was this mysterious tycoon? How did he know that the inner core came from Black Wind Ridge? A series of questions arose in his mind, and he realized that the waters of Black Wind Ridge were far deeper than he had imagined.