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

A purple-clad figure stood at the back door, her red robes blazing like fire, alluring and seductive. She exuded a faint aura of malevolence, completely different from the pure spiritual energy of the Spirit Clan and the orthodox spiritual energy of the Azure Cloud Sect, yet possessing a chilling pressure—the aura of an early Foundation Establishment cultivator, comparable to the three Foundation Establishment cultivators beside Ling Cang.

Zi Yao slowly turned around, her gaze sweeping over Yang Xiu and Qin Yuling. A charming smile appeared on her lips, and she said in a flirtatious tone, "Ladies, are you alright? That was a close call. If I had arrived any later, you would probably have been captured by those lackeys of the Qingyun Sect."

Yang Xiu quickly helped Qin Yuling up, bowed slightly to Zi Yao, and said respectfully, "Thank you so much for saving us, young lady. We are deeply grateful. However, we are complete strangers to you, so why did you help us?"

Zi Yao smiled but didn't answer Yang Xiu's question. Her gaze fell on Huang Yiming again, and she appeared in front of him in a flash, less than three feet away. A faint, alluring fragrance wafted over, carrying a hint of wickedness, yet captivating. She sized Huang Yiming up and down, her eyes full of curiosity and provocation: "Little brother, you're quite interesting—a mere mortal cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining dares to confront the Qingyun Sect head-on, and even manages to injure so many Qingyun Sect disciples with those strange little gadgets. You truly make me look at you in a new light."

Huang Yiming subconsciously took a step back, holding Lingxi in his arms even tighter. He stared at Ziyao warily, his tone icy: "Who are you? Why are you helping me? I'm warning you, don't try anything funny, otherwise, even if you are a Foundation Establishment cultivator, I won't let you go."

He knew perfectly well that the demoness from the Demonic Sect was always elusive and ruthless, never helping others without a reason. Zi Yao's assistance today must have ulterior motives. Moreover, Zi Yao was only at the early Foundation Establishment stage, possessing formidable strength; if she harbored ill intentions, she would undoubtedly pose another significant threat to him and the people of Yiming Village.

Seeing this, Zi Yao couldn't help but laugh. She deliberately moved closer to Huang Yiming, her tone slightly ambiguous: "Little brother, don't be so nervous. I won't hurt you. I just think you're interesting and wanted to join in the fun, and maybe give you a hand—what, aren't you welcoming me?"

Just then, Ling Cang's angry shout interrupted their conversation: "Demon Sect witch! This is a matter between my Qingyun Sect and Huang Yiming, it has nothing to do with you. Please leave immediately, or don't blame my Qingyun Sect for being impolite!"

Ling Cang's face was so dark it could drip water, his eyes filled with apprehension as he looked at Zi Yao. The Demonic Sect's strength was in no way inferior to the Azure Cloud Sect, and perhaps even greater, and the Demonic Sect's disciples were ruthless and reckless in their attacks. If he were to truly fight Zi Yao, even if he won, he would pay a heavy price, not to mention that Huang Yiming was also watching him intently from the sidelines, wielding those strange heavy weapons.

Zi Yao turned to look at Ling Cang, the smile on her lips vanishing instantly, her eyes turning icy, her tone full of mockery: "Qingyun Sect? Nothing but a bunch of hypocrites, daring to point fingers at me? Your Qingyun Sect bullies the weak with your numbers, besieging a mere Qi Refining Level 7 mortal cultivator. I love stirring things up, so what? If you've got the guts, come and kill me."

"You!" Ling Cang was so angry at Zi Yao that he trembled all over, but he didn't dare to make a move easily. He could only stare at her intently, the killing intent in his eyes growing stronger and stronger.

Huang Yiming watched the scene unfold, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. He immediately formed an idea. He knew there must be a significant grudge between Zi Yao and Ling Cang; otherwise, Zi Yao wouldn't be so hostile towards Ling Cang. Since Zi Yao was willing to help him, he might as well reap the benefits—let Zi Yao and Ling Cang fight, while he used the opportunity to repair his heavy weapons and heal Ling Xi's injuries. Once they were both severely weakened, he could then clean up the mess. This way, he could both eliminate Ling Cang and test Zi Yao's abilities—a win-win situation.

Thinking of this, Huang Yiming coughed weakly a few times and said to Zi Yao, "Miss, thank you for your help. However, Ling Cang is very powerful, and you alone are probably no match for him. How about... how about we join forces to deal with him?"

As he spoke, he winked at Yang Xiu. Yang Xiu immediately understood, and carefully helped Qin Yuling to Huang Yiming's side, while secretly taking out healing pills to continue treating Ling tide's injuries.

Zi Yao glanced at Huang Yiming, a mocking smile playing on her lips: "Little brother, you've got a good plan, wanting me to lead the charge while you reap the benefits? But I like your honesty—since you've put it that way, I'll give you a hand. Just be sure to thank me properly after we've dealt with Ling Cang."

"Definitely, definitely!" Huang Yiming nodded hurriedly, his face showing gratitude, but inwardly he was chuckling: Thank you? After I deal with Ling Cang, I'll settle accounts with you slowly and see what your true purpose is.

Seeing this, Ling Cang was utterly enraged. He hadn't expected Huang Yiming to join forces with the demonic sect's enchantress; this was undoubtedly a slap in the face to the Qingyun Sect, making his hopes of capturing Huang Yiming even more remote. He roared, his spiritual energy surging wildly, and the pressure of a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator erupted once more, pressing down fiercely on Zi Yao and Huang Yiming: "You wretched creatures! Since you insist on being enemies of my Qingyun Sect, don't blame me for being ruthless! Today, I will kill you both!"

With that, Ling Cang moved swiftly, rushing towards Zi Yao. His spiritual energy condensed into a massive palm print, carrying earth-shattering power, and slammed towards Zi Yao. He knew that Zi Yao was a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, and only by dealing with her first could he concentrate on dealing with Huang Yiming.

Unfazed, Zi Yao dodged the spiritual energy palm print with a swift movement, simultaneously conjuring a purple spiritual energy blade in her hand and launching a counterattack against Ling Cang. The purple spiritual energy blade, imbued with a dense, malevolent aura, was as fast as lightning and possessed immense power, aiming straight for Ling Cang's heart.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ling Cang and Zi Yao clashed instantly. Both were Foundation Establishment cultivators, one in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage and the other in the early Foundation Establishment stage. The battle was fierce and evenly matched. The collision of spiritual energy and evil energy produced a series of loud noises, and shockwaves spread outwards. The surrounding ground was smashed into uneven craters, and debris flew everywhere. The disciples of Qingyun Sect were so frightened that they retreated and dared not approach even half a step.

Zi Yao's secret techniques were bizarre and ruthless, each strike aimed directly at Ling Cang's vitals. Although Ling Cang's cultivation was slightly higher, he was forced to retreat steadily by Zi Yao, quickly sustaining several wounds and his spiritual energy began to become disordered. He hadn't expected that Zi Yao, who was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, would be so powerful, able to fight him to a standstill.

Taking advantage of a lull in their fight, Huang Yiming carried Lingxi aside, feeding her healing pills while instructing Qin Hu through his earpiece: "Qin Hu, immediately repair the heavy weapons and replace all the parts damaged by Ling Cang. The sooner the better. Once they are both exhausted, we'll strike and take down Ling Cang in one fell swoop."

"Received, Patriarch, it will be repaired soon!" Qin Hu's voice came through, tinged with urgency.

Huang Yiming nodded, his gaze returning to Ling Cang and Zi Yao, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips. As he observed the battle, he thought to himself: Slow down, you two. I'm not ready to finish you off yet. It would be best if you both suffered heavy losses, so I can eliminate you two troubles without lifting a finger.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect looked at the scene before them, their faces filled with fear and despair. Their sect leader was being forced into retreat by a demonic female demon, while Huang Yiming was reaping the benefits, wielding those strange heavy weapons. Today, they were likely to truly perish here.

Yang Xiu helped Qin Yuling stand beside Huang Yiming, her eyes warily fixed on Zi Yao. She whispered to Huang Yiming, "Brother Yiming, this girl Zi Yao has an unknown background and is ruthless. We must be careful of her and not be deceived by her."

Huang Yiming nodded, his voice low and deep: "I know, don't worry, I won't trust her easily. She must have had an ulterior motive for helping me today. After dealing with Ling Cang, I'll test her background. If she harbors ill intentions, I'll take immediate action to eliminate her."

Just then, Ling Cang suddenly roared – he had been struck in the chest by Zi Yao's attack, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He staggered back several steps, his spiritual energy in complete disarray. He looked at Zi Yao, his eyes filled with resentment and malice. He knew that if he continued fighting like this, he would be killed by Zi Yao sooner or later. To take down Huang Yiming, he had no choice but to use the secret treasure of the Qingyun Sect.

Ling Cang slowly raised his hand and took out a cyan seal from his storage ring. The seal was engraved with cyan cloud patterns and exuded a rich spiritual energy, with an astonishing aura. This was the Azure Cloud Seal, a secret treasure of the Azure Cloud Sect. It was incredibly powerful and could condense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to deliver a fatal blow. However, it would consume a large amount of spiritual energy when used, causing considerable damage to the cultivator's body.

Zi Yao's expression changed slightly when she saw the Azure Cloud Seal in Ling Cang's hand, and a hint of apprehension flashed in her eyes. She had long heard that the Azure Cloud Seal, a secret treasure of the Azure Cloud Sect, was incredibly powerful, capable of severely injuring even a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator with a single blow. Although she was strong, she dared not be careless.

Ling Cang looked at Zi Yao, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his lips: "Witch, do you think you can defeat me alone? Today I will use the Azure Cloud Seal to kill you and show you the power of my Azure Cloud Sect!"

As he spoke, Ling Cang frantically circulated his spiritual energy, pouring it all into the Azure Cloud Seal. The Azure Cloud Seal instantly erupted with a dazzling azure light, its oppressive power even more terrifying than before, and slammed fiercely towards Zi Yao. Caught off guard, Zi Yao was struck in the shoulder by the Azure Cloud Seal, letting out a muffled groan as blood spurted from the corner of her mouth. She staggered back several steps, her face turning deathly pale, and her breathing becoming erratic.

Just then, Qin Hu's voice came through, tinged with excitement: "Patriarch, the heavy weapons are repaired and ready to fire!"

Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold, and a sneer curled at the corner of his lips. He slowly raised his head to look at Ling Cang's back, and quietly pressed the fire button on his heavy weapon. He knew this was the best time to strike—Ling Cang had just used the Azure Cloud Seal, consuming a large amount of spiritual energy, and his aura was chaotic. He was at his weakest point, and a single hit would severely injure Ling Cang and completely turn the tide of the battle.

The cannon was aimed at Ling Cang's back, its barrel brimming with violent energy, ready to fire at any moment. Ling Cang, however, was completely focused on Zi Yao, intending to seize the opportunity to kill her, and was utterly unaware of the danger behind him.