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

"What? Scared?" Seeing Huang Yiming's changing expression, Xuan Chen assumed he was afraid of his Foundation Establishment cultivation. A smug smile appeared on his lips, and he moved his longsword closer, the tip almost touching Huang Yiming's throat. "If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have been so arrogant and made an enemy of the Qingyun Sect. Even if you kneel down and beg for mercy now, I won't spare you!"

The surrounding Qingyun Sect cultivators echoed their sentiments, their tone mocking and their faces arrogant: "Huang Yiming, quickly kneel down and beg for mercy, perhaps the elders will grant you a quick death!" "A piece of trash at the third level of Qi Refining dares to establish a stronghold and sect? He's utterly ignorant of his own limitations!" "Once we kill Huang Yiming and raze Yiming Stronghold to the ground, we can return to report and receive the sect leader's reward!"

Huang Yiming slowly raised his eyes, the panic in them fading, replaced by an icy coldness. His tone was calm yet carried an undeniable authority: "Kneeling and begging for mercy? That's never been my style. Xuan Chen, do you think you can do whatever you want just because you're only at the early Foundation Establishment stage? Today, I'll show you who the real trash is!"

"Hahaha, utterly ridiculous!" Xuan Chen laughed so hard he almost fell over, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "A piece of trash at the third level of Qi Refining dares to spout such nonsense? I think you've been scared out of your wits!" He stopped talking nonsense, flipped his wrist, and his longsword, carrying a dense cyan spiritual energy, stabbed towards Huang Yiming's chest. The sword strike was fierce and fast as lightning, clearly intended to kill him in one blow—in his view, killing a rogue cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining was just a piece of cake.

Qin Yuling and Yang Xiu, standing anxiously atop the gate, wanted to rush down to help, but were restrained by the spiritual energy of the Qingyun Sect's Qi Refining cultivators, unable to break free. Qin Yuling, her eyes red, screamed, "Brother Yiming, be careful!" Yang Xiu also shouted with all her might, "Brother Yiming, don't fight head-on!"

Just as the longsword was about to pierce Huang Yiming's clothes, Huang Yiming's figure suddenly changed, and the spiritual energy in his body suddenly erupted. The pressure of the peak of the eighth level of Qi Refining swept across the entire scene, instantly overshadowing Xuan Chen's pressure of the early stage of Foundation Establishment! As the energy of the dual realms and the spiritual energy of the Spirit Clan's treasure merged, a faint golden light emanated from his body. In the instant he dodged the longsword, a golden energy fist had already condensed at his fingertips, and he slammed it swiftly toward Xuan Chen's chest—so fast that Xuan Chen had no time to react.

"Pfft—" Xuan Chen was struck solidly by the energy fist, his body trembling violently as he flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground. Blood spurted from his mouth, and the smugness and arrogance on his face were instantly replaced by disbelief. He struggled to his feet, staring intently at Huang Yiming, his voice trembling: "You...you're not even at the third level of Qi Refining! You dared to play dumb! You've actually broken through to the peak of the eighth level of Qi Refining!"

The surrounding Qingyun Sect cultivators were terrified, retreating hastily with faces filled with fear, their previous arrogance completely gone. They never imagined that Huang Yiming, whom they had mocked as "trash," possessed such formidable strength—a peak eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator had actually managed to repel Elder Xuan Chen, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, with a single blow. It should be understood that there is a world of difference between the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages; even an ordinary ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator might not be able to harm a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the slightest.

"There are many things you don't know." Huang Yiming slowly walked towards Xuan Chen, his imposing aura undiminished, his tone icy. "The Qingyun Sect has repeatedly targeted my Yiming Village, injuring my people. Today, I will seek justice for all!"

Xuan Chen's face was deathly pale, and his internal spiritual energy was in disarray—that punch had not only damaged his meridians but also caused fluctuations in his Foundation Establishment cultivation. But he still refused to admit defeat, gritting his teeth and saying, "Huang Yiming, even if you break through to the peak of the eighth level of Qi Refining, you're still just a Qi Refining cultivator. I'm a Foundation Establishment cultivator; you're no match for me!"

Before he finished speaking, Xuan Chen's spiritual energy erupted once more, and a black spiritual energy palm condensed in his palm—unlike the previous cyan spiritual energy, this black spiritual energy contained a strange, cold, and evil aura, which was precisely the evil cultivation technique commonly used by Black Stone Sect cultivators! Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold, and suspicion arose in his heart: Qingyun Sect is a prestigious and righteous sect, so how could Xuan Chen, as an elder, cultivate the evil cultivation technique of Black Stone Sect? There must be something fishy going on here.

Xuan Chen, unaware of his own weakness, swung his palm towards Huang Yiming. The black spiritual energy palm, carrying a chilling aura, caused frost to form wherever it passed, heading straight for Huang Yiming's face. Huang Yiming easily dodged with a swift movement, simultaneously shooting out several spiritual energy needles from his fingertips, precisely striking Xuan Chen's wrist. Xuan Chen cried out in pain, the black spiritual energy in his palm instantly dissipating, and his longsword clattered to the ground.

"You dare to hurt me!" Xuan Chen was furious. He flashed forward again, bare-handed, his spiritual energy and evil energy intertwined, and his moves became increasingly vicious. He knew that if he could not kill Huang Yiming today, he would be severely punished by the Qingyun Sect Master when he returned, and might even have his cultivation destroyed.

Huang Yiming responded calmly, his dual-realm energy and spiritual energy working in perfect harmony. His moves were flexible and varied, dodging attacks while searching for opportunities to counterattack. The two instantly became entangled in combat, the golden dual-realm energy colliding with the black evil cultivator's spiritual energy, producing a series of ear-piercing sounds. The surrounding vegetation was affected, breaking and withering, and the ground was shaken, leaving deep marks.

Upon seeing this, Qin Yuling and Yang Xiu, atop the gate, felt a surge of relief. They quickly joined forces to repel the Qi Refining cultivators from the Qingyun Sect beside them and led their guards down the gate to support Huang Yiming. The Qi Refining cultivators from the Qingyun Sect, already intimidated by Huang Yiming's strength, were utterly routed upon seeing Qin Yuling and her group charging in. Some turned and fled, while others knelt and begged for mercy, their previous arrogance completely gone.

Seeing his subordinates routed, Xuan Chen grew increasingly impatient, and his moves became chaotic. Huang Yiming seized the opportunity, flashing behind Xuan Chen in an instant. He gathered dual-realm energy at his fingertips and struck Xuan Chen on the back with a palm strike. Xuan Chen screamed and was sent flying backward again, crashing heavily to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura instantly weakening, his Foundation Establishment cultivation completely disrupted, and he could no longer gather spiritual energy.

Huang Yiming slowly walked up to Xuan Chen, looking down at him with an icy tone: "Xuan Chen, you've lost. Tell me, why did the Qingyun Sect Master send you to raze Yiming Village to the ground? Also, where did you get your evil cultivation techniques?"

Xuan Chen's face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with a sinister glint, yet he refused to speak, only staring intently at Huang Yiming, appearing defiant to the death. Just as Huang Yiming was about to make another move to force him to talk, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from afar. A group of cultivators dressed in the black robes of the Black Stone Sect quickly arrived, led by You Lang, a seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator from the Black Stone Sect—he exuded a dense, chilling, and evil aura, his eyes were greedy, and a strange smile played on his lips.

Seeing Xuan Chen lying on the ground, Youlang's lips curled into a mocking smile. He cupped his hands towards Huang Yiming and said, "Young Master Huang, I never expected you to be able to defeat Elder Xuan Chen, who was only at the early Foundation Establishment stage. You are truly skilled! However, today, Elder Xuan Chen, and Yiming Village, will both belong to our Black Stone Sect!"

Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold, and his doubts intensified: Why would the Black Stone Sect cultivators appear at this moment? Moreover, judging from Youlang's appearance, it seemed that he already knew Xuan Chen would be here. Could it be that Xuan Chen had been colluding with the Black Stone Sect all along? When Xuan Chen heard Youlang's words, his expression changed drastically, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. Huang Yiming happened to see this scene, and a bold guess sprouted in his mind—Xuan Chen might not be a loyal elder of the Azure Cloud Sect at all.