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

As the shadowy figure drew closer, the crowd finally recognized the newcomer—a rogue cultivator dressed in a grey Daoist robe, his cultivation at the peak of the seventh level of Qi Refining. His eyes were fixed greedily on Ling Xi, clearly drawn to her. "Holy Maiden of the Spirit Clan, I never expected to meet you here. Hand over the Spirit Clan's supreme treasure, and I might spare your lives!"

Huang Yiming sneered and flashed to stand in front of Ling Xi: "You think you're worthy of making a move on Ling Xi?" Before he finished speaking, his spiritual energy suddenly surged, and the pressure of the seventh level of Qi Refining was released instantly, colliding with the pressure of the rogue cultivator, making the surrounding air restless.

The rogue cultivator's expression changed, clearly not expecting Huang Yiming's cultivation to also be at the peak of the seventh level of Qi Refining. His tone became more wary, but he still refused to back down: "Boy, this is a matter between me and the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Clan. If you know what's good for you, get out of the way, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Lingxi is my friend, and her affairs are my affairs." Huang Yiming's tone was firm as he gathered dual-realm energy at his fingertips and charged towards the rogue cultivator. The two instantly clashed, their spiritual energy colliding and producing ear-piercing sounds, causing the surrounding trees to sway precariously. The rogue cultivator's moves were cunning and ruthless, but he was unable to break through Huang Yiming's defenses. Instead, he was suppressed and forced to retreat step by step by Huang Yiming's dual-realm energy.

After only a dozen or so rounds, Huang Yiming seized an opportunity and punched the rogue cultivator in the chest. The rogue cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground, his aura instantly weakening. "Impossible... How can you be so strong?" The rogue cultivator was filled with resentment, trying to struggle to his feet, but Qin Hu stepped forward and stomped on his chest, rendering him unable to move.

"Enough with the nonsense, who sent you?" Qin Hu's tone was fierce. He slightly increased the pressure on his foot, causing the rogue cultivator to grimace in pain, but he still refused to speak. Huang Yiming stepped forward, lightly tapping the cultivator with his fingertip. Instantly, the rogue cultivator was wracked with pain and could no longer hold back, crying out, "It was...it was an elder from the Qingyun Sect who sent me! He ordered me to capture the Spirit Clan's Holy Maiden and bring her back to the Qingyun Sect, promising me a chance to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage!"

Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold; it was indeed the Qingyun Sect behind this. He said no more, and with a flick of his finger, he crippled the rogue cultivator's cultivation and handed him over to the guards. "It seems the Qingyun Sect is eager to make their move against Lingxi. We must prepare as soon as possible."

Su Qingyue nodded: "Yiming, things have stabilized in the city. I've booked a celebration banquet at the most luxurious hotel in the city center. Firstly, to celebrate our defeat of the Lin Group, and secondly, to let you relax and meet with the heads of major conglomerates to solidify our business position."

Huang Yiming pondered for a moment and nodded: "Alright, let's go to the city for the celebration banquet first. We'll leave the fantasy world to Yu Ling and Yang Xiu, and be careful to guard against sneak attacks from the Qingyun Sect and the Black Stone Sect. Ling tide, you come with us to the city to avoid the limelight for now."

After arranging the defenses of Yiming Village, Huang Yiming, along with Su Qingyue, Ling tide, and Qin Hu, activated the system's teleportation function and instantly arrived in the city. As soon as they stepped out of the teleportation space, they saw a row of luxury cars parked along the roadside. Su Qingyue's assistant quickly stepped forward and respectfully said, "President Su, Mr. Huang, the celebration banquet is ready, and the heads of various conglomerates have all arrived."

The group traveled by car to the hotel. As soon as they entered the lobby, they were greeted by a festive atmosphere—stylish people, clinking glasses, and executives from various wealthy families and business tycoons gathered there. Upon seeing Huang Yiming and Su Qingyue enter, everyone immediately surrounded them, their faces full of fawning smiles.

"Mr. Huang, President Su, congratulations! You've completely crushed the Lin Group, that's truly amazing!"

"Mr. Huang, I am the chairman of the Henderson Land Development Group, and I would like to cooperate with you. If you are willing to invest, we are willing to pay double the price to acquire rare medicinal herbs from the fantasy world!"

Huang Yiming smiled faintly, responding to each question with a calm expression, devoid of any smugness. Just then, several familiar figures approached—his neighbors and a few relatives who had once mocked him. Leading them was his neighbor, Aunt Wang. Years ago, when Huang Yiming failed his college entrance exams, she had publicly ridiculed him, saying, "You're hopeless, you'll be a poor boy your whole life." Now, however, she beamed, taking Huang Yiming's hand and speaking affectionately, "Yiming, I never imagined you'd be so capable! Now you're a big boss. Don't forget Aunt Wang!"

Huang Yiming's cousin, Li Lei, who had once disdainfully said that Huang was "delusional, dreaming of doing business, he might as well go back to working on a construction site," now chimed in, fawningly saying, "Cousin, I knew you weren't an ordinary person. I was blind to your greatness before. Please forgive me. How about I work at your company? Any position will do!"

Looking at the fawning faces of the crowd, Huang Yiming sneered inwardly, but remained outwardly calm: "Aunt Wang, Cousin Li, I've long forgotten what happened before. However, my company isn't open to just anyone; you have to earn your own job if you want to work here."

Aunt Wang and Li Lei's smiles froze, but they still refused to give up, continuing to fawn over Huang Yiming. Those around them, seeing this, all wore mocking smiles, clearly disapproving of their sycophantic behavior. Su Qingyue walked to Huang Yiming's side, gently took his arm, and said with a smile, "Yiming, don't bother with them. Let's go over there and talk to the chairman of Longsheng Group about cooperation."

Huang Yiming nodded and followed Su Qingyue as they turned to leave, leaving Aunt Wang and Li Lei standing there, their faces full of embarrassment and helplessness. Reaching the center of the banquet hall, the chairman of Longsheng Group hurriedly approached and respectfully said, "Mr. Huang, President Su, thank you for your willingness to cooperate with us this time. Longsheng Group is willing to fully cooperate with you in the future to create a brilliant future together!"

Halfway through the celebration banquet, Huang Yiming suddenly received a call from Qin Yuling, whose tone was urgent: "Yiming, something bad has happened! Someone just sneaked into Yiming Village, trying to steal the firearms you left behind. We discovered them, but they ran away very quickly and we didn't catch them. They only left behind a strange token."

Huang Yiming's face darkened—someone had infiltrated Yiming Village to steal firearms? It seemed the Qingyun Sect and the Black Stone Sect hadn't given up; instead, they were now eyeing firearms. He said in a deep voice, "Yuling, put the token away safely. I'll go back and check as soon as possible. We must strengthen our defenses and prevent any further mistakes."

After hanging up the phone, Huang Yiming's expression turned serious. Su Qingyue noticed his unease and asked softly, "Yiming, what's wrong? What happened in the fantasy world?"

"Someone has infiltrated Yiming Village, trying to steal firearms," ​​Huang Yiming said in a low voice. "It seems our victory celebration won't end well." Just as he finished speaking, he saw a familiar figure flash past the banquet hall entrance, its movements strange and clearly not ordinary. Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold, and he whispered to Su Qingyue, "You and Lingxi stay here. Don't wander off. I'll be right back."

Before Su Qingyue could respond, Huang Yiming flashed and chased after the figure. He could sense that the figure's aura was weak yet strange, exactly the same as the spiritual energy fluctuations he had sensed in Black Wind Ridge, clearly belonging to the same group. Leaving the hotel, Huang Yiming saw the figure disappear into a small alley. He immediately followed, only to find the alley deserted, except for a token on the ground that matched Qin Yuling's description perfectly, engraved with a strange character "幽" (you).

Huang Yiming picked up the token, his fingertips tracing the characters, a growing sense of doubt creeping into his mind. He had never seen the character "You" before; what faction's token belonged to? Why would they steal firearms? What was their connection to the Qingyun Sect and the Black Stone Sect? A series of questions flooded his mind, making him realize that a greater crisis was quietly approaching.