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

The power of the Azure Cloud Seal swept across the entire area, its azure light illuminating the entire Yiming Village. Zi Yao was struck in the shoulder by the Azure Cloud Seal, her shoulder blade shattered, and blood stained her red clothes. She staggered back several steps, her face ashen, her aura extremely chaotic, and her early Foundation Establishment spiritual energy nearly dissipated.

Ling Cang gazed at Zi Yao's weakened state, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his lips, his eyes filled with smugness: "Witch, how do you feel? My Qingyun Sect's secret treasure is quite powerful, isn't it? Today I will kill you as a warning to others, so that all the disciples of the Demonic Sect will understand—to oppose my Qingyun Sect is to face certain death!"

Before he finished speaking, he once again channeled his spiritual energy, intending to unleash the Azure Cloud Seal to completely eliminate Zi Yao. He knew in his heart that as the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect, killing Zi Yao would not only remove a major threat but also deter the Demonic Sect, further enhancing the reputation of the Azure Cloud Sect.

But to his utter surprise, just as he was about to unleash the Azure Cloud Seal again, a whooshing sound suddenly came from behind him, and a violent energy carrying world-destroying power shot towards his back—Huang Yiming's heavy weapon had finally fired.

Huang Yiming stared intently at Ling Cang's back, his eyes icy. The moment he pressed the fire button, there was no hesitation in his heart. He knew that this attack had to hit. Only by severely injuring Ling Cang could he completely resolve the crisis of Qingyun Sect, protect those around him, and repay Ling Xi for her selfless rescue.

"Bang--!"

With a deafening roar, the dual-realm energy bullet, carrying immense power, struck Ling Cang in the back instantly. Caught off guard, Ling Cang felt a sharp pain in his back, as if countless steel needles were piercing his meridians. His spiritual energy, which was at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, instantly became chaotic, and the Azure Cloud Seal lost its support, falling to the ground with a clatter.

"ah--!"

Ling Cang let out a shrill scream, staggered forward a few steps, spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turned ashen, and his breath became barely perceptible. He never expected that Huang Yiming would launch a sneak attack at this moment, let alone that the heavy weapon in the opponent's hand was so powerful that even his mid-Foundation Establishment spiritual energy barrier could not withstand it.

Huang Yiming flashed forward, leaping into the air and grabbing the Azure Cloud Seal on the ground. It was icy cold to the touch, and surrounded by dense spiritual energy. He could clearly feel the powerful force contained within the seal—if he could master its use, it would definitely become a great asset.

Huang Yiming toyed with the Azure Cloud Seal, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He looked at Ling Cang, his tone full of sarcasm: "Thank you for the 'gift' from Sect Master Ling. This Azure Cloud Seal looks quite good. I happen to be lacking a decent magic weapon, so I'll gladly accept it."

Ling Cang stared at the Azure Cloud Seal in Huang Yiming's hand, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred. He wanted to rush forward and take it back, but his back was severely injured and his spiritual energy was disordered, making it difficult even to stand. He could only stare at Huang Yiming and roar, "Huang Yiming, you despicable villain, how dare you ambush me! My Azure Cloud Sect will never let this go, I will definitely come back for revenge!"

"Revenge?" Huang Yiming sneered. "You can't even protect yourself, and you dare to talk about revenge? Today I'll show you the consequences of offending me!"

Just then, Zi Yao suddenly moved, rushing towards Ling Cang. Although her shoulder was severely injured and her breathing was disordered, her attack was still ruthless. She condensed a faint purple spiritual energy blade in her hand and stabbed it fiercely towards Ling Cang's chest. She knew that this was the best opportunity to kill Ling Cang—she could avenge part of the revenge and also demonstrate her strength in front of Huang Yiming, paving the way for her subsequent plans.

Ling Cang's expression changed drastically. He tried to dodge but couldn't move, and could only watch helplessly as the purple spiritual energy blade pierced his chest. With a "plop," the spiritual energy blade pierced through his chest, and blood gushed out. Ling Cang's body convulsed violently, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and his breath grew weaker and weaker.

"You...you all..." Ling Cang stared at Huang Yiming and Zi Yao, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred. He wanted to say something but could only spit out a mouthful of blood and could no longer make a sound. He knew that he was probably going to die here today, but he was unwilling—unwilling to die like this, unwilling for the Qingyun Sect to be defeated by a mortal cultivator and a demonic demoness.

Looking at Ling Cang's severely injured state, Huang Yiming felt no pity. He understood that showing pity for the enemy was being cruel to himself. Ling Cang had repeatedly besieged Yiming Village and harmed those around him; if he let him go today, Ling Cang would surely return with even greater trouble in the future.

Just as Huang Yiming was about to strike and kill Ling Cang, three early Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Qingyun Sect suddenly rushed forward, blocking Ling Cang's path. Their eyes were fixed firmly on Huang Yiming and Zi Yao, their voices icy: "Huang Yiming, Zi Yao, if you want to kill our sect leader, you'll have to get past us first!"

Although these three early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators were severely injured and their spiritual energy was disordered, they still did not back down. They were core disciples of the Qingyun Sect, sworn to be loyal to Ling Cang, and determined to protect his life even if it cost them their lives.

Huang Yiming frowned slightly. He knew that if he forcibly killed Ling Cang, he would inevitably have to fight these three early Foundation Establishment cultivators. Although he had heavy weapons and Zi Yao's assistance, and was confident he could defeat them, he would still pay a considerable price. Moreover, Ling tide was seriously injured and urgently needed immediate treatment; he absolutely could not take the risk.

Zi Yao saw through Huang Yiming's concerns, a mocking smile playing on her lips. She coldly said to the three early Foundation Establishment cultivators, "You three think you can stop me? Today, I'll make you all die alongside your sect leader!"

As she spoke, she was about to attack again, but Huang Yiming stopped her. Huang Yiming shook his head and said to Zi Yao, "Forget it, let them go. Ling Cang is already seriously injured. Even if he survives, he won't be able to cause any trouble. Let's go back and heal Ling tide first. We can talk about the rest later."

Zi Yao paused for a moment, then nodded without refuting. She understood that Huang Yiming was right. Ling Cang was seriously injured and had lost the Azure Cloud Seal, greatly reducing his cultivation. Even if he were alive, he wouldn't pose much of a threat. Besides, the most important thing right now was to heal Ling Xi; there was really no need to waste time here.

The three early Foundation Establishment cultivators breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Huang Yiming and Zi Yao hadn't made a move. They quickly helped Ling Cang up and cautiously retreated, keeping a wary eye on the two of them, fearing that they might suddenly attack.

Ling Cang leaned weakly against the chest of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, gazing at Huang Yiming and Zi Yao with eyes filled with venomous resentment. With his last ounce of strength, he roared, "Huang Yiming, Zi Yao! My Qingyun Sect will never let this go! In three days, I will lead a large army to raze Yiming Village to the ground, tear you to pieces, and avenge myself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everything went black, and he fainted. The three early Foundation Establishment cultivators dared not linger and hurriedly led Ling Cang and the remaining Qingyun Sect disciples in a hasty escape, quickly disappearing into the distant mountains and forests, leaving behind only corpses and bloodstains.

Watching Ling Cang and the others flee in disarray, Huang Yiming sneered but did not give chase. He knew that Ling Cang had escaped by chance, but was already seriously injured and would not be able to make a comeback within three days. He had enough time to prepare for the Qingyun Sect's subsequent retaliation, and also enough time to repair Yiming Village.