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

The sound of hooves grew closer and closer. Soon, a group of people dressed in fine armor and exuding an imposing aura stopped in front of everyone. Leading them were a young man and a young woman.

The man was burly, with an honest face and upright eyes. He was dressed in military uniform and exuded a straightforward and fierce aura. He was Qin Hu, the young master of Qin Family Fortress. The woman was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit. She was tall and straight, with a stunningly beautiful face, cold and proud eyes, and a cold and elegant temperament. She held a long sword and her eyes were sharp as knives. She was Qin Yuling, the eldest daughter of Qin Family Fortress.

Qin Yuling's gaze swept over the unconscious tusked wild boar on the ground, then landed on Huang Yiming. She looked him up and down, her eyes full of vigilance and inquiry. Her gaze lingered on his clean yet strange clothes and his calm demeanor, and she didn't look away for a long time.

The lead guard quickly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Your subordinate greets the young lady and the young master of the fortress. This is Mr. Huang, a reclusive master whom I invited. He subdued the tusked boar with a single punch, demonstrating his formidable strength."

Upon hearing this, Qin Hu's eyes lit up, his honest face filled with admiration. He strode forward and bowed to Huang Yiming, saying, "So you are the esteemed Master Huang! I've heard so much about you! I am Qin Hu, and this is my younger sister, Qin Yuling. My sister and I were patrolling here when we unexpectedly encountered such a master. My apologies for not being more respectful!"

Huang Yiming nodded slightly, raised his hand to indicate that there was no need for formalities, his demeanor was indifferent and aloof, showing the demeanor of a superior person, and his voice was deep and steady: "Young Master, you are too kind, it was just a small favor."

But he was already panicking. Staring at the dashing, aloof Qin Yuling, he was instantly stunned, his mind blank: This young lady is so beautiful! Her aura is amazing! Oh no, her eyes are so sharp, will she see through my disguise? Did I just lose my composure?

[Ding! This system is sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, a cowardly fool who forgets loyalty for the sake of beauty. Host, tone it down. You're practically drooling. Stop staring at that young lady with your eyes practically popping out. Your aloof and superior persona is about to crumble.]

The system's comment suddenly pulled Huang Yiming back to his senses. He quickly averted his gaze, forcibly calmed himself, and pretended to look serious as he looked away. However, his ears were secretly turning red. Fortunately, his skin was dark, so no one noticed.

Yang Xiu noticed the young master's unusual behavior and quietly tugged at his sleeve, whispering a reminder only the two of them could hear: "Young master, don't be distracted." The little girl blinked her big eyes, looking at Qin Yuling, then at Huang Yiming, a hint of confusion flashing across her face. Qin Yuling took it all in, her cool brows furrowing slightly, her suspicion deepening. She stepped forward slowly, her gaze sharp as she stared at Huang Yiming, her tone indifferent: "Oh? A reclusive master? May I ask which school you belong to, where you come from, and why you are here at Black Wind Ridge?" The barrage of questions was clearly a test, and Huang Yiming's heart tightened, his palms instantly breaking out in a cold sweat, but he remained calm on the surface, replying lightly: "A wandering hermit, I travel the world. As for my lineage, I cannot disclose it." He deliberately spoke vaguely, feigning reluctance to discuss further—the more mysterious, the more intimidating. Qin Yuling stared into his eyes, seemingly trying to find a flaw, but Huang Yiming's gaze remained calm and unwavering, showing no sign of panic. This only made her more unsure of him. Seeing this, Qin Hu quickly smoothed things over, smiling憨厚ly, "Little sister, don't be rude to a master. If a master doesn't want to talk, he has his reasons. Master Huang, my father has already prepared a banquet in the fortress. Let's not stand here any longer, let's hurry into the city." Huang Yiming nodded slightly, said nothing more, and strode forward. Qin Yuling followed beside him, never letting her guard down, her gaze frequently falling on Huang Yiming, carefully observing his every move—she always felt that this mysterious young man exuded an inexplicable strangeness. He lacked the spiritual energy of a cultivator, yet possessed formidable mortal strength, which was truly puzzling. As they walked, Qin Yuling's gaze suddenly fell on Huang Yiming's waist: there was a slight bulge, concealed by clothing, and felt hard to the touch, clearly hiding something. Her eyes narrowed, her steps faltered, and she wondered to herself: What is that? A weapon? Or a treasure? This person is indeed hiding a secret. Huang Yiming keenly sensed her gaze, his heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously tightened his waist, deliberately concealing the pistol at his waist. On the surface, however, he continued walking calmly, inwardly screaming: Oh no, I've been discovered! This young lady is too perceptive. I mustn't ask any questions, or I'll be exposed! [Ding! This system is sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, a cowardly fool who forgets loyalty for the sake of beauty. Host, don't panic, don't move, the more you move, the more obvious it will be! She's just suspicious, but there's no evidence. Continue to play the aloof card and ignore her.] Huang Yiming gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed straight ahead, his steps steady, maintaining his aloofness to the extreme. Qin Yuling watched his reaction, her gaze growing increasingly serious, her suspicions deepening. She secretly resolved: she must find out Huang Yiming's true origins and the secret hidden at his waist. The group continued walking in silence, the atmosphere slightly oppressive. Huang Yiming appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was panicking terribly, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles the entire time, fearing that Qin Yuling would throw out some tricky questions that he wouldn't be able to handle. While pretending to be nonchalant as he looked at the scenery along the way, his mind was frantically conjuring up all sorts of disastrous scenarios: What if Qin Yuling insisted on searching him? What if she sent people to investigate the Black Wind Ridge cave? What if Yang Xiu accidentally let something slip? The more he thought about it, the faster his heart pounded, and the cold sweat on his palms soaked his sleeves. [Ding! This system is sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, a cowardly fool who forgets loyalty for the sake of beauty. Host, stop imagining things, or you'll scare yourself to death!] Qin Yuling was suspicious, but without concrete evidence, the calmer you were, the less she could figure you out. If all else failed, she'd just play hard to get and remain silent—a silent master is better than a master who slips up. Huang Yiming took a deep breath, then completely shut his mouth, walking straight ahead without even glancing at Qin Yuling, fully embodying the principle of "silence is golden." Seeing his aloofness, Qin Yuling became even more curious: was this mysterious man a true master, or just a pretentious fraud?