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

The roar shook the heavens, and dust carrying a torrent of spiritual energy surrounded Yiming Village completely.

In mid-air, Ling Cang stood with his hands behind his back, his moon-white Daoist robe fluttering without wind. The pressure of a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator crashed down on the village like Mount Tai. His eyes bulged with murderous intent, and his spiritual energy was condensed but not released, yet it was enough to make the guards on the village wall weak in the knees, their swords and spears nearly slipping from their hands, and even their breathing became labored and difficult—this was the intimidation of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, the insurmountable chasm between mortals and immortals, whose mere aura was enough to crush a group of Qi Refining Realm guards.

"Huang Yiming, come out and face your death!"

A haughty shout pierced the clouds. Zhao Hao, the eldest disciple of the Qingyun Sect, stood at the forefront of the formation, long sword in hand. His aura as a peak ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator was undisguised, and the contempt in his eyes was almost overflowing. He wore the Qingyun Sect's standard white robe, embroidered with azure cloud patterns on the hem, but he lacked the gentleness of a disciple of an immortal sect. Instead, he resembled a bullying madman.

"A mere mortal trash who relies on unorthodox methods dares to occupy a mountain as king and even injure my Qingyun Sect disciples. Today, I will grind you to dust and destroy this dilapidated mountain stronghold!" Zhao Hao sneered, his gaze sweeping over Yang Xiu on the stronghold wall, his eyes becoming increasingly frivolous. "And you, little maid, you have such a beautiful face, yet you insist on following your wild master to your death. Why not submit to me and become my concubine, Zhao Hao? I might even save your life."

Yang Xiu's face paled, but she still gripped her short blade tightly, standing firmly beside Huang Yiming without flinching. Qin Yuling, who was standing to the side, could no longer contain her anger. Her long sword was drawn with a clang, and spiritual energy, carrying killing intent, propelled her over the stockade wall, landing opposite Zhao Hao.

"Don't you dare insult my patriarch, and don't you dare insult my sisters!" Qin Yuling's voice was cold and clear. She channeled her eighth-level Qi Refining power to its fullest extent, her longsword pointing directly at Zhao Hao. "Today, let me test your mettle, you, the eldest disciple of the Qingyun Sect, and see if your words are tougher, or your sword is tougher!"

A hint of disdain flashed in Zhao Hao's eyes, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips: "You? You're only at the eighth level of Qi Refining, yet you dare to be so presumptuous in front of me." Before he finished speaking, he moved slightly, and his long sword, wrapped in sharp spiritual energy, pierced straight into Qin Yuling's heart. The speed was as fast as lightning, far exceeding the level of an ordinary ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator.

Qin Yuling dared not be careless and parried with her sword. With a crisp clang, the shockwave from the collision of spiritual energy spread outwards. She felt her arm go numb, her tiger's mouth split open, and she involuntarily staggered back several steps, a trace of scarlet blood spilling from the corner of her mouth. Zhao Hao pressed his advantage, thrusting his longsword in a continuous barrage of attacks, the sword shadows dense as a net, forcing Qin Yuling to retreat step by step. Several wounds quickly appeared on her body, and her spiritual energy began to become disordered.

On the stockade wall, Huang Yiming appeared flustered, his hands trembling slightly, as if he had been terrified by the pressure of the Foundation Establishment stage. In reality, his eyes were clear, and he quietly pressed his fingertips on the communicator at his waist, whispering into his earpiece, "Qin Hu, activate the level one defense array, and adjust all the landmines and electric fences you've laid. Don't expose yourselves too early; wait until they get closer."

Qin Hu's calm reply came through the earpiece: "Don't worry, Patriarch, everything is ready. We're just waiting for them to fall into the trap."

Huang Yiming nodded slightly, glancing out of the corner of his eye as Qin Yuling was struck in the chest by Zhao Hao again, staggering backward. A chill ran through him, but he deliberately feigned panic and shouted towards the outside of the stockade wall, "Stop hitting me! I'll come out! I'll come out, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hao stopped his attack, turned to look at Huang Yiming, and sneered, "Trash is trash. You're already chickening out before you've even fought? Get down here and kowtow three times, and maybe I'll spare your life."

Huang Yiming slowly walked down the stockade wall, his steps unsteady, looking quite frightened. In his heart, he thought to himself: These Qingyun Sect cultivators are all a bit dim-witted. They know I can kill their disciples, yet they still dare to be so arrogant. They're practically offering themselves up for me to practice on. It'll be a good opportunity to test the power of my newly modified landmines.

Ling Cang looked down at Huang Yiming coldly, his tone full of impatience: "Huang Yiming, hand over the secrets of the two realms in your possession, and then cripple your cultivation, and I may spare you and everyone in the village. Otherwise, today I will leave no one alive in Yiming Village."

Huang Yiming feigned hesitation, rubbing his hands together with a look of fear on his face: "Sect Master Ling, what secrets do I have between the two realms? They're all just rumors, and rumors can't be trusted! I'm just an ordinary mortal who accidentally obtained some rudimentary cultivation methods. How dare I oppose the Qingyun Sect? Please, have mercy and let us go."

As he spoke, he quietly took two steps back, subtly triggering the landmine hidden in the shadows—he was deliberately stalling for time to allow the Qingyun Sect disciples to get closer, so that the landmine could unleash its maximum power.

Seeing this, Zhao Hao impatiently scolded, "Stop talking nonsense! The sect leader told you to cripple your cultivation, so do it. If you dare to utter another word, I'll kill you right now!" As he spoke, he led more than a dozen Qingyun Sect disciples to surround Huang Yiming, their steps hurried, completely unaware of the strangeness under their feet.

Ling Cang frowned, somewhat impatient, and waved his hand: "Stop wasting time talking to him, attack head-on! Flatten Yiming Village, capture Huang Yiming alive, search the entire village, I don't believe we won't find the secret of the two realms!"

At Ling Cang's command, the remaining Qingyun Sect disciples rushed towards the gate, unleashing their magical weapons and bombarding the gate's defensive barriers with spiritual energy. The barriers rippled with loud "bangs," on the verge of shattering. Qin Yuling struggled to get up and try to stop them, but Zhao Hao kicked her to the ground, the blood at the corner of her mouth growing thicker.

Yang Xiu watched anxiously from the stockade wall, wanting to rush down to help, but Huang Yiming stopped her with a look. Huang Yiming still appeared flustered, but in his mind, he was silently counting down: three, two, one…

"Boom—!"

A deafening roar suddenly erupted, shaking the ground violently. A huge crater suddenly appeared where the Qingyun Sect disciples were gathered, sending debris flying and billowing thick smoke. Zhao Hao, who was at the forefront, had no time to react and was violently thrown back by the shockwave. He screamed in agony and crashed heavily to the ground, his legs mangled and bloodied. His longsword flew out of his hand and stuck in the soil not far away.

The Qingyun Sect disciples around them were blown to pieces, their clothes torn to shreds, some with broken arms, some with broken legs, their cries of agony rising and falling, their once orderly formation instantly turned into chaos.

Ling Cang's expression changed drastically. He stared intently at the deep pit, his eyes filled with shock and rage: "What is that?!"

The guards on the stockade wall were also bewildered, all looking at Huang Yiming, not understanding what had happened by the sudden explosion. Huang Yiming feigned ignorance, scratching his head and saying innocently, "W-what happened? Did some monster underground explode?"

Only Huang Yiming himself knew that this was a specially modified spiritual energy landmine—combining modern explosives with cultivation spiritual energy, making it far more powerful than ordinary landmines, specifically designed to deal with these cultivators who looked down on mortal technology.

Ling Cang stared intently at Huang Yiming, his eyes burning with murderous intent that seemed to devour him. He could sense that the explosion was not a spontaneous detonation by a demonic beast, but rather a deliberate manipulation, and that all of this was inevitably related to Huang Yiming. Yet, for a moment, he couldn't understand how Huang Yiming, a seemingly ordinary cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, could possess such bizarre and powerful abilities.

As the thick smoke gradually dissipated, Zhao Hao lay on the ground, groaning in agony. Looking at his legs, which had been blown off, his eyes were filled with terror and resentment as he stared intently at Huang Yiming: "It was you...it was you who did this! Huang Yiming, I'll kill you!"

Huang Yiming shrugged, looking completely innocent: "Senior Brother Zhao, don't wrong me. I didn't do anything. I don't know what happened." While saying this, he was secretly laughing to himself: You're the one who's being wronged. Who told you to be so arrogant? This is just the beginning. The real show is yet to come.

Ling Cang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart. His mid-Foundation Establishment spiritual energy erupted once more, its oppressive power even more terrifying than before. He coldly stared at Huang Yiming and said, word by word, "Huang Yiming, you dare to play tricks! Today, I will tear you to pieces!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to gather spiritual energy, preparing to take action himself. But just then, Qin Hu suddenly shouted from the stockade wall, "Patriarch, the electric fence and cannons are ready and can be activated at any time!"

Ling Cang's face darkened. He hadn't expected Huang Yiming to have such a hidden trump card, and he had no idea what kind of nightmare these so-called "electric fences" and "homemade cannons" would bring to the Qingyun Sect. Huang Yiming looked at Ling Cang's gloomy face, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips—a good show of pretending to be weak while actually being strong had only just begun.