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

The palm print of spiritual energy crashed down like Mount Tai, carrying a violent pressure as it slammed towards Huang Yiming. The air was compressed, emitting a piercing whistling sound, and the surrounding dust was hurled into the air, cracking the ground with fine fissures. Huang Yiming's pupils shrank sharply. He circulated his spiritual energy to its limit, trying to create a barrier to resist, but his seventh-level Qi Refining energy seemed so insignificant and utterly vulnerable before the pressure of a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Lingxi's face turned deathly pale. She knew she wouldn't have time to activate the Spirit Clan's secret technique to block this fatal blow, but she didn't hesitate at all. With a swift movement, she rushed in front of Huang Yiming, spreading her arms to protect him behind her. At the same time, she activated the Spirit Clan's secret technique, causing her green spiritual energy to surge and condense into a crystal-clear green barrier, forcefully blocking the spiritual energy palm print.

"Lingxi, no!" Huang Yiming was both shocked and furious. He tried to push Lingxi away, but it was too late. He looked at Lingxi's petite back and felt a surge of anger and heartache he had never felt before. Lingxi was clearly just a weak girl, but she always protected him without hesitation in his most dangerous moments.

"Bang--!"

With a deafening crash, the palm print of spiritual energy slammed into the green barrier, causing ripples to spread across it before it shattered with a "crack." Ling tide groaned, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into Huang Yiming's arms.

"Lingxi!" Huang Yiming quickly caught her, holding her tightly in his arms, his voice filled with anxiety and heartache. He reached out and gently stroked her cheek, looking at her pale face and the bloodstains at the corner of her mouth, the murderous intent in his eyes almost devouring him. "You little brat, can't you stop being so impulsive? Who told you to take this blow for me!"

Lingxi leaned against Huang Yiming's chest, smiled weakly, her voice faint but firm: "Brother Yiming, I... I can't let you get hurt, I have to protect you..."

Seeing Lingxi's weak state, Huang Yiming felt as if his heart was being torn apart. He carefully fed her healing pills from his storage ring, thinking to himself, "This girl is so foolish. She's so weak herself, yet she insists on protecting me. Once we deal with Ling Cang, I'll definitely teach her a lesson so she'll never dare to be so impulsive again."

Ling Cang looked at the scene before him, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Overestimating yourself. So what if you're the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Clan? You're still no match for me. Huang Yiming, no one can protect you now. Hand over the secrets of the two realms obediently, cripple your cultivation, and perhaps I can spare your corpse."

Huang Yiming slowly raised his head, his eyes icy cold, his aura growing increasingly violent. Although his cultivation was still at the seventh level of Qi Refining, his imposing presence was in no way inferior to that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator. He held Ling Xi tightly, saying each word clearly, "Ling Cang, you hurt Ling tide. Today, I will make you pay for this in blood!"

With that, he spoke coldly into his headset, "Qin Hu, adjust the angle of the heavy weapons, aim at Ling Cang, and fire at full power!"

"Received, Patriarch!" Qin Hu's voice carried a hint of anger. Soon, the cannons on the stockade wall were adjusted to their angles, their muzzles aimed at Ling Cang, and their barrels brimming with violent energy, ready to fire at any moment.

Ling Cang's expression changed; he hadn't expected Huang Yiming to possess such a powerful heavy weapon. If hit by the cannon, even a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator like himself would be severely injured. He dared not be careless and quickly circulated his spiritual energy, condensing a thick spiritual energy barrier. At the same time, he retreated slightly, preparing for defense.

"Fire!" Huang Yiming roared.

As soon as the order was given, Qin Hu immediately pressed the fire button, and several cannons fired simultaneously. Iron bullets, carrying energy from both realms, roared toward Ling Cang with lightning speed and earth-shattering power.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The iron projectiles slammed into Ling Cang's spiritual energy barrier, producing a series of deafening roars. The barrier trembled violently, rippling outwards, and soon fine cracks appeared. Ling Cang's face turned pale, and his spiritual energy circulated wildly as he desperately tried to maintain the barrier—he could sense that the power of these iron projectiles far exceeded his expectations, and if this continued, the barrier would shatter sooner or later.

Just then, a sinister glint flashed in Ling Cang's eyes. While maintaining the barrier, he secretly gave a wink to a Foundation Establishment cultivator beside him and transmitted his thoughts using spiritual energy: "You quietly circle around to the back gate of Yiming Village, capture Yang Xiu and the injured Qin Yuling alive, and use them to blackmail Huang Yiming into giving up resistance and handing over the secrets of the two realms."

The cultivator nodded, quietly retreated, and taking advantage of the crowd's inattention, his figure flashed, turning into a blur, and circled around to the back gate of Yiming Village. He knew that Huang Yiming cared most about the people around him. As long as he captured Yang Xiu and Qin Yuling alive, Huang Yiming would definitely obey him, and then he could easily capture him and seize the secrets of the two realms.

Huang Yiming was focused intently on Ling Cang, directing Qin Hu to adjust the angle of the cannons and continue the attack, unaware of the cultivator who had circled around. Yang Xiu, on the stockade wall, was tending to the injured Qin Yuling while vigilantly watching the front lines, also oblivious to the unusual activity at the back gate.

After taking the healing pills, Qin Yuling's breathing stabilized slightly. Looking at Huang Yiming and Ling Xi in front of her, her eyes were filled with anxiety and guilt: "Yang Xiu, it's all my fault. If I were stronger, I wouldn't have been injured by Zhao Hao, and Saintess Ling Xi wouldn't have been injured while protecting Brother Yiming."

Yang Xiu shook her head and said gently, "Sister Yuling, don't blame yourself. You've already done a great job. Zhao Hao is at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining. It's already quite an achievement that you were able to fight him for so long. Now, what we need to do is focus on recovering and not cause any trouble for Brother Yiming. Trust Brother Yiming; he will definitely be able to deal with Ling Cang and protect us."

Qin Yuling nodded, a determined glint in her eyes: "Yes, I believe in Brother Yiming. Once I'm healed, I'll definitely help him deal with the Qingyun Sect."

Just then, a dark figure quietly appeared at the back gate of Yiming Village—it was the early Foundation Establishment cultivator who had circled around to the rear. Seeing that the back gate was unguarded, a sinister smile appeared on his lips. In a flash, he rushed towards Yang Xiu and Qin Yuling, gathering spiritual energy in his hands, clearly intending to capture the two alive.

Yang Xiu sensed the commotion behind her, her expression changed drastically, and she quickly turned around. Upon seeing the early Foundation Establishment cultivator, she was startled and immediately stepped in front of Qin Yuling, drawing her short blade and channeling her spiritual energy to its maximum: "Who are you? How dare you ambush us!"

The cultivator sneered, his tone sinister: "Miss Yang Xiu, Miss Qin Yuling, how have you been? I've been sent by Sect Master Ling Cang to invite you both over for a chat. Please come with me obediently, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

Qin Yuling's face paled. She knew that both she and Yang Xiu were severely injured and no match for this early Foundation Establishment cultivator. If they were captured alive, they would become bargaining chips to blackmail Huang Yiming. She struggled to get up, but her body was too weak. She could only say to Yang Xiu, "Yang Xiu, don't worry about me, you run! Go tell Brother Yiming to be careful!"

Yang Xiu shook her head, her tone firm: "Sister Yuling, I won't abandon you. Let's wait together for Brother Yiming to come and rescue us!"

Seeing this, the cultivator impatiently shouted, "Since you refuse to leave obediently, don't blame me for taking action!" With that, he raised his hand, gathered spiritual energy, and struck towards the two of them. The spiritual energy palm print carried a sharp killing intent and was about to hit them.

Yang Xiu and Qin Yuling turned pale, closed their eyes, and were filled with despair—this time they probably really couldn't escape.

Just then, a purple figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, moving with lightning speed. A purple spiritual energy blade materialized in her hand, which she slashed fiercely at the cultivator. Before he could react, he was struck by the blade, screamed in agony, and his body was instantly cleaved in two, blood gushing out as he died on the spot.

Yang Xiu and Qin Yuling opened their eyes and were shocked by what they saw. They turned to look at the purple figure, who was dressed in red, with a charming figure and beautiful face, but her eyes were cold and piercing, and a charming yet ruthless smile was curling at the corner of her mouth as she looked in Huang Yiming's direction.

The purple figure was none other than Zi Yao, the infamous and ruthless demoness of the Demonic Sect.

Huang Yiming and Ling Cang, who were at the front of the battle, also heard the commotion at the back door and turned to look. When they saw Zi Yao's figure, their expressions changed simultaneously, their eyes filled with shock and confusion: How could the demoness from the Demonic Sect be here? Why was she helping Huang Yiming kill the Qingyun Sect cultivators?

Zi Yao felt the gazes of everyone but remained calm. She smiled alluringly, her eyes falling on Huang Yiming with a hint of curiosity and provocation, as if to say: Little brother, I'm here to help you, how are you going to thank me?

Huang Yiming looked at Zi Yao, his heart filled with doubt. He didn't know if Zi Yao's appearance was a blessing or a curse, nor did he understand why she would help him. Ling Cang, on the other hand, looked at Zi Yao, his eyes filled with apprehension and rage—he hadn't expected Huang Yiming to know the Demonic Sect's enchantress. If Zi Yao truly intervened, capturing Huang Yiming today would be an impossible task.