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

The warmth in the ward hadn't completely dissipated when Huang Yiming handed his mother a bottle of Qi Condensation Pills. Suddenly, the system's sharp warning sounded: [Warning! Yiming Village in the fantasy world has been provoked by cultivators from the Qingyun Sect. Their leader, Zhao Kai, with a Qi Refining Level 7 cultivation, along with two Qi Refining Level 5 disciples, are clamoring to raze the village gates and demanding treasures related to the Spirit Clan.]

"Dad, Mom, something's happened in the fantasy world, I have to go back right away." Huang Yiming held his parents' hands tightly, his tone firm yet gentle. "The bodyguards have been arranged, and I'll take one pill each morning and evening to strengthen my body. I'll come back to be with you after I've dealt with this."

His father patted him on the shoulder, his eyes filled with pride: "Go with peace of mind. The Huang family's boys never lose! Hold your ground and take care of yourself." His mother wiped her eyes and stuffed a bag of freshly boiled eggs into his pocket: "Remember to eat, and don't overwork yourself."

Huang Yiming responded, activating the teleportation function with his fingertips. His figure instantly vanished from the ward, and the next second he landed in Yiming Village Square. At this moment, dust filled the square, and three Qingyun Sect cultivators, wielding longswords, were closing in on Qin Yuling and Yang Xiu. The leader, Zhao Kai, was dressed in the inner sect attire of the Qingyun Sect, his face arrogant, and his longsword pointed directly at the village gate.

"Qin Yuling, Yang Xiu, you two little girls, how dare you block the path of my Qingyun Sect?" Zhao Kai sneered, his spiritual aura sweeping across the entire area. "Hand over Huang Yiming immediately, and also hand over what the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Clan left behind, or today, I will tear down this dilapidated stronghold and kill you all!"

Qin Yuling held a long sword, channeling her spiritual energy to the tip, her face icy: "Zhao Kai, don't be arrogant! Yiming will be back soon, and you will pay the price!" Yang Xiu hid behind a stone pillar, gathering spiritual energy needles at her fingertips, her body tense—her cultivation had just recovered to the fourth level of Qi Refining, and she could only barely restrain Zhao Kai, who was at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

"Huang Yiming? That good-for-nothing who luckily defeated my sect's disciples using mortal artifacts?" Zhao Kai laughed loudly, his tone contemptuous. "Rumor has it that he hasn't even reached the second level of Qi Refining, yet he dares to establish a stronghold and assert his authority in the fantasy world? Today, I will cleanse the Qingyun Sect of its filth and let everyone know that this wild brat from the mortal realm is not worthy of setting foot in the fantasy world!"

"How dare you call Yiming a piece of trash!" Qin Yuling was furious. She brandished her sword and charged forward, her spiritual energy condensing into a sword shadow that aimed directly at Zhao Kai's face. Zhao Kai disdainfully dodged to the side and casually unleashed a palm strike of spiritual energy. Qin Yuling staggered back several steps, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, her spiritual energy instantly becoming chaotic.

"Is this all you've got? You dare to show off your meager skills before an expert?" Zhao Kai pressed closer, his longsword gleaming with a chilling light. "I'll give you one last chance. Will you hand it over or not?" Upon seeing this, Yang Xiu immediately shot out a spiritual energy needle, but Zhao Kai deflected it with a wave of his hand. The needle bounced back, grazing Yang Xiu's arm and leaving a bloody mark.

"Yang Xiu!" Qin Yuling exclaimed, about to rush forward again, when a calm yet powerful voice suddenly rang out: "Stop."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice. Huang Yiming walked forward slowly, his figure upright. He deliberately concealed all his cultivation, revealing only a faint aura of the third level of Qi Refining, his face showing a hint of "panic." Zhao Kai glanced at him and his mockery intensified: "Oh, so this trash finally dares to come back? I thought you were hiding in the mortal realm, too afraid to come out and see me!"

Qin Yuling and Yang Xiu looked anxious, wanting to remind Huang Yiming to hide his strength, but he stopped them with a look. Huang Yiming feigned cowardice, retreating repeatedly, his voice trembling: "You...you don't have the nerve to be arrogant. I am the chieftain of Yiming Village. If you dare to touch me, I won't let you get away with it!"

"Let you go?" Zhao Kai laughed so hard he almost fell over. "You, a piece of trash at the third level of Qi Refining? Today I'm not only going to mess with you, but I'm also going to dismantle your stronghold, seize your treasures, and make sure you die a horrible death!" With that, he swung his sword straight at Huang Yiming's chest, the sword strike fierce and the spiritual energy overwhelming.

The surrounding guards gasped in fright, and Qin Yuling's heart stopped beating. Just as the longsword was about to pierce Huang Yiming's clothes, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and his spiritual energy erupted. The pressure of the peak seventh level of Qi Refining swept across the entire area. Dual-realm energy condensed at his fingertips, and with a gentle deflection, he sent Zhao Kai's longsword flying, embedding it in a distant stone pillar with a buzzing sound.

"Pfft—" Zhao Kai was thrown back several steps by the rebounding spiritual energy, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He stared at Huang Yiming in disbelief: "You...you're not even at the third level of Qi Refining! You dare to play dumb to fool me!"

"I don't need to go all out against an arrogant fool like you." Huang Yiming's tone was icy. In a flash, he appeared in front of Zhao Kai, his fingertips unleashing dual-realm energy as he punched Zhao Kai in the chest. Zhao Kai screamed in pain, his body flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground. His spiritual root was injured, and his aura instantly weakened.

The other two Qingyun Sect disciples were terrified and turned to flee, but Yang Xiu immediately fired spiritual energy needles, accurately striking their knees. The two men fell to their knees, trembling. Huang Yiming walked up to Zhao Kai, looking down at him coldly: "Who sent you? Why does the Qingyun Sect keep targeting my Yiming Village?"

Zhao Kai's face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with malice, yet he refused to speak. Huang Yiming flicked his fingertips with spiritual energy, striking Zhao Kai's pressure points. Zhao Kai convulsed in pain, finally unable to bear it any longer, crying and begging for mercy: "I'll talk! The sect elders sent me. He said... he wanted to test your strength and, incidentally, seize the Spirit Clan's treasures to prepare for the future siege of Yiming Village!"

Huang Yiming's eyes darkened; it was indeed a conspiracy by the Qingyun Sect. He activated his spiritual energy again, crippling the spiritual roots of the three men, and said coldly, "Go back to the Qingyun Sect and tell your elders that if they dare to send anyone to provoke us again, I will make the Qingyun Sect pay the price!" The three men felt as if they had been granted a pardon and fled Yiming Village in a panic.

Qin Yuling quickly stepped forward, handed over the healing pills, and said with a smile, "Yiming, you were amazing just now! You completely subdued Zhao Kai, it was truly gratifying!" Yang Xiu also rubbed the wound on her arm, her eyes full of admiration: "Brother Yiming, your strength has improved again, we no longer need to be afraid of the small group of cultivators from the Qingyun Sect."

Huang Yiming smiled and was about to speak when the system notification sounded again: [The aura of the Spirit Clan's origin has been detected approaching, suspected to be the Spirit Clan's Holy Maiden Ling tide, who is heading towards Yiming Village, accompanied by a faint, cold, and evil aura, suggesting she may be being followed.]

Huang Yiming's heart tightened. Why would Lingxi suddenly come? And be followed? He looked up at the gate of the village and saw a green figure approaching quickly. It was Lingxi. Her clothes were a little disheveled, her expression was flustered, and her hair was covered with dust. She had obviously been rushing all the way. In the shadows behind her, a dark figure followed silently, with an eerie aura.