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

The thick smoke had not yet dissipated, and the cries of agony still echoed in the air. The disciples of the Qingyun Sect were still in shock, staring at the bottomless pit with fear in their eyes. They were all cultivators, who had cultivated spiritual energy since childhood and were used to fighting with spiritual energy. They had never seen such a bizarre and violent attack method. That loud bang seemed to be etched into their very bones.

Ling Cang's body surged with spiritual energy, his moon-white Daoist robe fluttering in the wind. His face was so dark it seemed to drip water, and he stared intently at Huang Yiming, his voice chilling enough to freeze the surrounding air: "Huang Yiming, how dare you use such unorthodox and filthy methods! It's beneath the dignity of cultivation! Today, I will make you pay a terrible price!"

In his eyes, Huang Yiming's methods were nothing more than the crooked and filthy ways of the mortal world, utterly unworthy of fighting against cultivators. Yet, it was precisely this "filthy thing" that he despised that caused his disciples to suffer heavy casualties, with even his eldest disciple Zhao Hao having both legs blown off. This was undoubtedly a slap in the face to him, the sect leader of Qingyun Sect.

Huang Yiming feigned grievance, frowning and saying innocently, "Sect Leader Ling, you can't say that. Your Qingyun Sect has mobilized so many cultivators to surround my Yiming Village, determined to kill me. I had no choice but to use some 'little gadgets' to protect myself. Does that mean you're allowed to bully the few, but I'm not allowed to fight back?"

As he spoke, he quietly retreated towards the stockade wall, whispering into his earpiece, "Qin Hu, activate the electric fence. Let's teach them a lesson first. Don't fire the cannons yet; wait until they get closer."

"Understood, Master!"

As Qin Hu responded, blue arcs of electricity suddenly lit up the ground around the stockade walls, and the electric grid instantly unfolded, like a giant net, enveloping the entire outer perimeter of Yiming Stockade. The Qingyun Sect disciples who were still wailing had no time to react. They accidentally touched the electric grid and were instantly struck by the arcs of electricity. Their bodies convulsed, their hair stood on end, their faces turned pale, and they let out shrill screams. They quickly lost consciousness and lay motionless on the ground.

The remaining Qingyun Sect disciples were terrified at the sight, retreating hastily and refusing to approach even a step closer, their eyes filled with fear and apprehension. They cultivated spiritual energy, and what they feared most was this strange electric current. Their spiritual energy barrier was utterly vulnerable before the electric grid; once struck, their spiritual energy would become chaotic, leaving them powerless and unable to even resist.

"What kind of sorcery is this?!" A disciple of the Qingyun Sect trembled with fear, pointing at the electric fence, his voice shaking.

"I don't know, I've never seen anything like it before. One touch and you're electrocuted! It's terrifying!"

"Who exactly is Huang Yiming, and how does he possess such bizarre methods?"

The disciples of the Qingyun Sect were discussing among themselves, their faces filled with fear. Their previous arrogance had vanished, replaced by deep dread.

Ling Cang stared at the scene before him, his pupils shrinking in shock. He could sense that there was no fluctuation of spiritual energy within the electric grid, yet there was a strange power that could easily penetrate a cultivator's spiritual energy barrier, damaging their physical body and meridians. He had never seen or heard of such a power before.

"You wicked creature! How dare you use such evil methods!" Ling Cang roared, raising his hand to condense a huge palm print of spiritual energy, and slammed it towards the electric grid, trying to shatter it.

"Bang!"

The palm print of spiritual energy slammed into the electric grid with a loud bang. The blue electric arc surged instantly, and the palm print of spiritual energy was struck by the electric arc and instantly dissipated. Ling Cang felt his arm go numb, and a strange power spread along his arm, causing his spiritual energy to become slightly disordered.

His expression changed, and he quickly withdrew his hand, his heart filled with even greater shock. He hadn't expected that this seemingly insignificant electric net would possess such power, that even his mid-Foundation Establishment stage spiritual energy palm print couldn't shatter it.

Just then, Zhao Hao, lying on the ground, looked at his legs that had been blown off, and then at his fellow disciples who had been electrocuted. His eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness. He struggled to get up, but he couldn't stand up no matter what he did. He could only roar at Huang Yiming: "Huang Yiming, you despicable villain, if you have the guts, don't use these underhanded tricks, fight me head-on!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Yiming couldn't help but laugh. He walked up to Zhao Hao, looked down at him, and said with a mocking tone, "A head-on battle? You? You can't even stand up right now, and you dare to talk to me about a head-on battle? I think you've been blown out of your mind."

As he spoke, he pulled a modified rifle from his waist, pointed the muzzle at Zhao Hao's knee, and sneered, "Weren't you very arrogant? Didn't you say you were going to grind me to dust? I'll show you whether my 'unorthodox methods' can cripple your legs, you cultivator."

Zhao Hao's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with fear. He could feel the violent power contained within this black iron weapon, even more terrifying than the landmine from before. He tried to dodge, but he couldn't move at all and could only watch helplessly as Huang Yiming pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot rang out, the bullet carrying energy from both realms, instantly striking Zhao Hao's other knee. A sharp crack echoed, the sound of bone shattering clearly audible. Zhao Hao let out an extremely agonizing scream, his body convulsing violently, the color draining from his face in an instant, and he completely lost consciousness.

Huang Yiming put away his rifle, clapped his hands, and joked, "Truly pathetic. A cultivator's knee isn't even as hard as a regular steel plate, yet he dares to be arrogant in front of me."

Seeing this, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect trembled with fear, no longer daring to harbor any provocation. They shrank back in place, their eyes filled with terror. Ling Cang looked at the unconscious Zhao Hao, then at the rifle in Huang Yiming's hand, his killing intent growing stronger, yet he dared not make a move rashly—he didn't know how many more of these strange methods Huang Yiming was hiding. If he acted rashly and fell into another trap, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Just then, a series of crisp footsteps sounded in the distance, accompanied by faint fluctuations of spiritual energy. Several figures were rapidly approaching Yiming Village. Leading them was a beautiful young woman in a green dress, with delicate features and bright, lively eyes—it was Ling Xi. Behind her followed several disciples of the Spirit Clan, each holding a spiritual plant artifact, their expressions filled with urgency.

As soon as Lingxi arrived, she saw the scene before her—the Qingyun Sect disciples had suffered heavy casualties, and an electric fence covered the entire Yiming Village. Huang Yiming stood calmly at the front of the formation, his eyes showing no panic, but rather a hint of mockery. Seeing this, a trace of admiration flashed in Lingxi's eyes. She had long known that Huang Yiming was not as simple as he appeared; he always managed to turn danger into safety and always brought unexpected surprises.

Lingxi quickly walked to Huang Yiming's side and asked anxiously, "Brother Yiming, are you alright? I received news that the Qingyun Sect was coming to besiege us, so I immediately led my disciples here."

Huang Yiming turned to look at Ling tide, a gentle smile on his face, and said in a relaxed tone, "I'm fine, don't worry. Those good-for-nothings can't hurt me."

Seeing Huang Yiming's composed demeanor, Ling tide's worries instantly vanished, replaced by a growing admiration in her eyes. She turned to look at Ling Cang, her gaze icy, and the power of her spiritual plants subtly circulated around her, preparing for battle: "Ling Cang, your Qingyun Sect has unjustly besieged Yiming Village and injured my Ling Clan friends. Today, my Ling Clan will not stand idly by!"

Ling Cang looked at Ling tide, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes. The strength of the Spirit Clan was not to be underestimated, especially their secret techniques, which excelled in healing and defense. If the Spirit Clan were to truly intervene, capturing Huang Yiming today would likely become even more difficult. However, he had already suffered heavy losses today. If he were to retreat now, he would not only lose face for the Qingyun Sect, but he would also be unable to explain himself to the sect's ancestors, and he would not be able to obtain the secrets of the two realms held by Huang Yiming.

Ling Cang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his apprehension and anger. His mid-Foundation Establishment spiritual energy erupted once more, its pressure even more terrifying than before. He stared intently at Huang Yiming and Ling Xi, saying each word clearly, "Holy Maiden of the Spirit Clan, this matter has nothing to do with the Spirit Clan. Please don't meddle, or don't blame my Qingyun Sect for being impolite!"

Ling Xi, undaunted, looked up to meet Ling Cang's gaze and said firmly, "Brother Yiming is the benefactor of my Spirit Clan. His affairs are the affairs of my Spirit Clan. Today, I will protect him!"

Huang Yiming looked at Ling tide beside him, a warmth spreading through his heart. He patted Ling Xi's shoulder and sneered at Ling Cang: "Ling Cang, with Ling Xi here, you won't be able to hurt me in the slightest today. I advise you to be sensible and quickly take your remaining troops and get out of here, otherwise, I don't mind making your Qingyun Sect disappear from this mortal world completely."

"Arrogant!" Ling Cang was completely enraged and could no longer restrain himself. He condensed spiritual energy in his palm, forming an even larger spiritual energy palm print than before, carrying earth-shattering power, and slammed it fiercely towards Huang Yiming. He refused to believe that Huang Yiming's electric net and those strange iron contraptions could withstand his full-force attack from a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Huang Yiming's expression changed slightly. He could sense that the power of this palm print far exceeded that of the previous ones, and his rifle and electric net would likely be unable to withstand it. Ling Xi's expression also changed. She wanted to activate the Spirit Clan's secret technique to create a barrier, but it was already too late.

The spiritual energy palm print drew ever closer, its pressure growing stronger and stronger. Huang Yiming could even feel his bones groaning under the unbearable weight. He knew he couldn't just sit and wait to die; he had to find a way to deal with it. However, his heavy weapons were not yet ready, and his spiritual energy was far less abundant than Ling Cang's. For a moment, he was in dire straits.