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

The atmosphere on the way to Qin Family Fortress remained somewhat heavy. Qin Yuling remained silent, but her sharp gaze was fixed on Huang Yiming, occasionally throwing out tricky questions, probing him step by step, trying to find his weaknesses. "Since you are a wandering hermit, Master Huang, you must be very knowledgeable. I wonder what your insights are regarding the power struggles between the Black Stone Sect and Black Wind Stronghold in the surrounding area?" Qin Yuling walked slowly beside Huang Yiming, her tone calm, but her eyes were locked on him, not missing a single change in expression. Huang Yiming's heart tightened, his mind racing—he knew nothing about power struggles, only fragments of information Yang Xiu had casually mentioned earlier. He didn't stop walking, his eyebrows slightly lowered, feigning deep thought to buy time to organize his thoughts, his surface remaining calm and composed. [Ding!] This system is sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, ruthless in its schemes against its host. Emergency alert: Black Stone Sect cultivators oppress mortals, Black Wind Stronghold bandits burn, kill, and plunder, and Qin Family Fortress is caught in the middle, in a dilemma. Speaking from a righteous standpoint, you're guaranteed to be right! [Don't stutter, don't show weakness!] Huang Yiming breathed a sigh of relief and spoke calmly: "The arrogance of cultivators and the rampant bandits are both sources of chaos. Qin Family Fortress's protection of refugees and safeguarding of peace in this region is truly commendable." His words were watertight, praising Qin Family Fortress while cleverly avoiding mentioning core secrets. Qin Yuling raised an eyebrow slightly, clearly not expecting his response; her first probing move had failed. Unwilling to give up, she pressed further: "A master subdued a tusked boar with his bare hands; his strength is formidable. What kind of cultivation technique do you practice? Could you perhaps broaden our horizons?"

Huang Yiming inwardly cursed this woman for being so persistent, relentlessly pressing for details, but outwardly remained calm and indifferent: "It's just a rudimentary body-refining technique, hardly worthy of serious consideration." While giving her perfunctory replies, he was secretly trembling, his palms already clenched with cold sweat—afraid that Qin Yuling would force him to reveal his true abilities. This body-refining technique was taught by the system, and once used, it would easily expose its flaws. He feigned aloofness, adopting an unwillingness to discuss further, his gaze distant, completely shutting her down.

Seeing this, Qin Hu once again tried to smooth things over, saying in a simple and honest manner, "Little sister, if the expert doesn't want to say more, don't press him. Let's hurry back to the fort, or Father will get worried." Qin Yuling glared at her brother, and although she didn't press him further, her eyes were still full of suspicion as she looked at Huang Yiming.

Huang Yiming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could recover, Qin Yuling suddenly quickened her pace. As she brushed past him, her gaze inadvertently swept over his waist, and her fingers twitched slightly—seemingly unintentionally, but actually intending to touch the hard object at his waist. Huang Yiming was startled, but reacted extremely quickly: he subtly dodged to the side, simultaneously raising his hand and waving it lightly, adopting the posture of a superior man, and said calmly: "Miss, please have some self-respect." His movements were fluid and graceful, avoiding the probing while maintaining his aloof persona, showing no sign of panic.

[Ding! This system is sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, ruthless in tricking its host—host reacted quickly enough, successfully showing off! You almost got your handgun touched; a second slower and you'd be exposed! Quickly move the gun closer to your chest, hide it well.]

Huang Yiming appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he was furious. At the same time, while adjusting his sleeves, he subtly pushed the pistol at his waist further into his chest to ensure it was completely concealed. His back was already soaked with cold sweat. He had relied entirely on system prompts and his on-the-spot reactions to get through the awkward conversation, and every second felt like an eternity.

Yang Xiu stayed close to Huang Yiming, watching Qin Yuling keep questioning the young master. Her little face was full of displeasure, but she sensibly didn't say anything. She just silently protected him, her eyes watching Qin Yuling warily, looking like a little girl protecting her master.

Seeing that her probing had failed and that Huang Yiming had instead calmly countered her, Qin Yuling became even more suspicious: this man's words and actions were impeccable, his aura was calm, and although he seemed gentle, he was actually difficult to approach. She couldn't see any flaws at all, which only made him seem more mysterious and profound.

It seems I was being presumptuous. Qin Yuling spoke calmly, her tone slightly gentler but still vigilant. "Master Huang, please forgive me, but Qin Family Fortress is in a dangerous situation and must act cautiously."

"It's alright." Huang Yiming replied indifferently, sparing with words, fully embodying his aloof persona, and said no more. The group continued on their way in silence. Qin Yuling occasionally glanced at Huang Yiming, secretly pondering: This person's origins are unknown, he harbors secrets, is he a friend or foe? She must find out as soon as possible.

Huang Yiming remained on edge the entire time, his mind racing as he considered all possible tests, not daring to relax for a moment. He knew that if he revealed even the slightest flaw, the facade of a master he had cultivated would completely crumble, with unimaginable consequences.

[Ding! Host handled the situation well; Qin Yuling's suspicion has temporarily subsided! Continue to maintain your aloofness and avoid speaking too much—the more you say, the more mistakes you make! We're almost at the city gate, hang in there!]

Soon, the towering city gate of Qin Family Fort came into view, its walls lined with guards, heavily fortified. However, they were met with hostile expressions from the gatekeepers, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Looking at the heavy guard at the city gate, Huang Yiming's heart pounded again—the Qin Family Fortress's defenses were more stringent than he had imagined, making him even more cautious, fearing he might be doomed at any moment. He subtly signaled to Yang Xiu with his eyes to stay obediently behind him and not to say a word. The little girl understood, nodded obediently, and curled up slightly behind him, displaying her docile nature.

[Ding! This system is sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, ruthless in tricking its host—the guards ahead are making things difficult, host, don't act impulsively! It's time to show off, unleash your superior aura, don't let a few guard dogs scare you! If all else fails, grab some salt, don't be quick to pull out your gun, stay calm.]

Huang Yiming clenched his fists, suppressing his panic. When he looked up at the city gate guards, his eyes instantly turned cold and sharp, and his aura instantly shifted—transforming from a flustered coward into a cool and aloof master. In his heart, he silently prayed: Please don't let anything happen, please don't give yourself away, getting into the city smoothly is more important than anything else.