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

The next morning, Yiming Village was bustling with activity. Under Qin Hu's leadership, the guards continued their training, combining military drills with cultivation exercises, their slogans echoing through the air. Disciples from the three minor sects, under Qin Yuling's arrangement, began assisting with village affairs and occasionally joined in the cultivation. Huang Yiming, meanwhile, was in the cultivation room, using the shared spiritual veins to assist the three women in their cultivation. Qin Yuling had already broken through to the late stage of the fourth level of Qi Refining, Yang Xiu was about to break through to the second level of Qi Refining, and Su Qingyue's spiritual seed was becoming increasingly stable.

"Brother Ming, that suspicious messenger secretly contacted the outside world last night. Judging from his aura, he should be an elder of the Qingyun Sect." Su Qingyue walked into the cultivation room with the monitoring equipment and said with a solemn expression, "I have recorded his call. He said he wanted to find out the secrets of the spiritual veins and the dual realms as soon as possible, and that he would launch a sneak attack when the Qingyun Sect Master arrived."

Yang Xiu also stepped forward and said, "Chief, I used my hidden spiritual root to sense him. His true cultivation level should be the fourth level of Qi Refining, but he deliberately hid it as the third level. Moreover, he has the token of a core disciple of the Qingyun Sect, which doesn't seem like an ordinary undercover agent."

Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold. He put down the cultivation manual in his hand and said in a calm tone, "Since he's so eager to gather information, let's give him a chance. Yuling, go and inform the envoys of the three minor sects that I'm going to convene a council meeting to discuss the specifics of sharing the spiritual veins, and ask them all to attend. Qingyue, continue to monitor him and record his every move. Yang Xiu, secretly set up restrictions to prevent him from taking the opportunity to escape or pass on messages."

"Yes!" the three women replied in unison and immediately set to work.

Inside the council hall, the envoys from the three minor sects were already in place, sitting respectfully to one side. The suspicious-looking envoy kept his head down, seemingly obedient, but in reality, he was secretly observing the layout of the council hall, his fingers discreetly pressing on the communication talisman at his waist, ready to transmit a message at any moment.

Huang Yiming sat in the main seat, with Qin Yuling, Yang Xiu, and Su Qingyue standing beside him. Qin Hu stood guard at the door, scanning the crowd with a wary expression. "I've gathered you all here today to discuss the matter of sharing spiritual veins," Huang Yiming said calmly, his gaze sweeping over everyone. "To gain the qualification to share spiritual veins, you must make contributions to Yiming Village—such as gathering intelligence on the movements of the Qingyun Sect and the Black Stone Sect, or assisting in training the guard team."

As soon as he finished speaking, the suspicious messenger immediately stood up, bowed, and said, "Chief, I am willing to go and investigate the movements of the Qingyun Sect! I spent some time on the outskirts of the Qingyun Sect before and am familiar with their strongholds. I am sure I can find out useful information for you." He was secretly delighted, thinking that he finally had a chance to leave Yiming Village and pass the message on to the elders of the Qingyun Sect.

Huang Yiming's lips curled into a cold smile, feigning approval as he said, "Very good, it seems you are quite sincere. However, before you depart, I have something I want to ask you." He paused, his tone suddenly turning icy, "What's the deal with the Qingyun Sect core disciple token on your waist? Also, who was the Qingyun Sect elder you contacted last night?"

The envoy's expression changed instantly, his body stiffened, and he hurriedly explained, "Chief, you misunderstand! This is not a token of the Qingyun Sect, but just an ordinary accessory; the person I contacted last night was just an old friend of mine, not an elder of the Qingyun Sect."

"Oh? Is that so?" Su Qingyue stepped forward, took out the monitoring equipment, and played the recording and video of his call last night. "Then what is this? Do you dare to say you're not a spy planted by the Qingyun Sect?"

The recording and video were crystal clear. The envoy's face turned deathly pale instantly, unable to conceal his rage any longer. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he drew his longsword and thrust it towards Huang Yiming: "Since you've discovered me, don't blame me for being impolite! Huang Yiming, prepare to die!"

His cultivation suddenly erupted, and the aura of the fourth level of Qi Refining swept across the entire area, far surpassing his previously concealed third level of Qi Refining. The envoys from the three small sects retreated in fright, their faces filled with panic—they never expected that their sect's envoy was actually a spy from the Qingyun Sect.

"You dare to be so insolent in front of me?" Huang Yiming sneered, dodging the attack with a swift movement. At the same time, he channeled his spiritual energy and struck the envoy in the chest with a punch. The envoy screamed and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His longsword also fell from his hand.

"You... how can you be so strong? You're only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, how could you defeat me so easily?" The envoy's face was filled with disbelief, his eyes brimming with fear. He had thought that with his fourth level of Qi Refining cultivation, even if he couldn't beat Huang Yiming, he could at least hold his own, but he never expected that the other party's strength far exceeded his expectations.

"You think I'm really just at the fifth level of Qi Refining?" Huang Yiming stepped forward, stomping his foot on the man's chest, his tone icy. "With the help of modern technology and sharing spiritual veins, my spiritual energy purity far surpasses that of ordinary cultivators. Even a sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator might not be my match, let alone you?"

Just then, the envoy suddenly burst into laughter, a strange glint in his eyes: "Huang Yiming, don't be so smug! Although you've captured me, the news has already reached the Qingyun Sect elder. He'll be here soon with his cultivators, and then not a single survivor will be left in Yiming Village! And do you think I'm the only spy?"

Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold, and he increased the pressure of his foot: "What do you mean by that? Are there other undercover agents?"

The envoy's lips curled into a sinister smile: "That's right! There's another spy right beside you. He'll work from the inside out when the Qingyun Sect cultivators arrive to seize the secrets of the spiritual veins and the dual realms—you'll never know who he is!" With that, he suddenly circulated all his spiritual energy, intending to self-destruct his dantian and perish together with Huang Yiming.

"You're courting death!" Huang Yiming sneered, quickly circulating his spiritual energy to suppress the spiritual energy within his body. At the same time, he punched the envoy's dantian, crippling his cultivation. The envoy screamed in agony as his dantian shattered, leaving him with no strength to resist, his eyes filled with despair.

"Take him away and keep him under strict guard. I want to interrogate him personally and find out the other spies," Huang Yiming ordered coldly. Qin Hu immediately stepped forward and took the envoy away.

Upon seeing this, the envoys from the three minor sects quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Chief, we were unaware that he was a spy for the Qingyun Sect. We beg your forgiveness! We are willing to fully cooperate with you to find the other spies and would never dare to have any disloyal intentions!"

Huang Yiming waved his hand, his tone indifferent: "This matter has nothing to do with you. You just need to behave yourselves and do your part for Yiming Village, and I will naturally not make things difficult for you."

After everyone left, silence fell over the council chamber. Qin Yuling frowned: "Yiming, he said there are other spies around him. Is that true, or is he just trying to sow discord?"

"Whether it's true or false, we must be cautious." Huang Yiming said firmly. "Qingyue, expand the surveillance area and focus on the core area of ​​the village and the location of the spiritual vein; Yangxiu, use your hidden spiritual root to closely monitor everyone's aura and report any abnormalities immediately; Yuling, strengthen the patrols of the guard team and prevent Qingyun Sect cultivators from taking the opportunity to launch a sneak attack."

"Yes!" the three women replied in unison.

Huang Yiming stood by the window, a cold glint in his eyes. He didn't know who the spy hidden beside him was—was it a rogue cultivator he had subdued? A disciple from a small sect? Or… the person he trusted most? This question was like a thorn in his heart. Unbeknownst to him, the Qingyun Sect elders had already led their cultivators to quietly approach Yiming Village, and a crisis was about to unfold.