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

The gates of Qin Family Fortress stood tall, their heavy wooden doors tightly shut. Guards on the city walls held long spears, their eyes sharp. When the group arrived at the gate, the captain of the guards glared at them coldly, blocking their way and looking Huang Yiming up and down with disdain and malice in his eyes.

"Halt! This man is dressed strangely and looks unfamiliar. He doesn't seem to be from our area. Without the fortress lord's personal order, he is not allowed to enter the city!" The gate captain spoke arrogantly, holding his spear horizontally to block Huang Yiming and Yang Xiu's path, completely ignoring Qin Yuling and Qin Hu standing to the side.

Qin Hu's face darkened, and he stepped forward, shouting sternly, "Insolence! This is Mr. Huang, a reclusive master personally invited by Father. How dare you obstruct him? Get out of the way!"

But the gatekeeper captain remained unfazed, instead choking back his words as he retorted, "Young Master, I'm just following the rules! This man's origins are unknown. What if he's a bandit spy or a Black Stone Sect informant? Who can take responsibility? Without a warrant, he can't enter no matter what!"

He was clearly deliberately making things difficult for Huang Yiming, glancing at him with disdain. He didn't believe in any reclusive master and considered him nothing more than a charlatan. The surrounding guards echoed his sentiments, blocking the city gate and preventing Huang Yiming from taking a single step inside.

Seeing this, Qin Yuling not only didn't stop him, but instead took a step back, holding her long sword and observing coldly, a hint of amusement in her clear, cold eyes. She deliberately didn't reveal her identity to put pressure on him, wanting to see what real skills this mysterious Huang Yiming possessed, whether he was just all talk or truly capable.

Huang Yiming was blocked at the door by the guards, and all eyes were on him, some mocking, some suspicious, and some just watching the show. He instantly frowned, his eyes turned cold, and he exuded a terrifying aura. He put on a look of extreme anger and laughter, and raised his hand to reach for his gun at his waist, intending to directly intimidate these arrogant guards.

[Beep! This system is sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. Don't act impulsively; drawing a gun will give you away! The city is full of ordinary people; one shot will cause chaos. Use salt, use salt to settle things! Don't act rashly.]

The system's warning instantly snapped Huang Yiming back to reality. He abruptly withdrew his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly. His anger burned, yet he maintained his superior demeanor. He coldly glanced at the goalkeeper captain, his tone indifferent yet authoritative: "Oh? Following the rules? I don't know if this is how the Qin family treats its distinguished guests?"

Seeing this, Yang Xiu quickly grabbed Huang Yiming's sleeve and whispered to comfort him, "Young master, don't be impulsive, let's think of another way." Although the little girl was scared, she still stood firmly beside Huang Yiming, her face full of worry.

Huang Yiming patted the back of her hand, his eyes softening for a moment before returning to their icy expression. He looked at the overbearing gatekeeper captain, a plan forming in his mind. A disdainful smile curled at the corner of his lips as he spoke with feigned profundity, "Since that's the case, then I'll show you whether I'm qualified to enter the city."

He deliberately slowed his movements, taking out a bag of snow-white refined salt from his storage space. The bag was transparent, and the salt inside was crystal clear, without the slightest impurity, gleaming faintly in the sunlight. He casually tossed the bag to the goalkeeper captain, as if he were throwing ordinary pebbles rather than a priceless treasure.

"Take this and try it. See if it's good enough to let me into the city." Huang Yiming's tone was indifferent, his eyes full of disdain, completely embodying the air of a superior.

The goalkeeper instinctively caught the salt bag, his face full of disdain, thinking it was some worthless junk. But when he opened the salt bag and saw the snow-white refined salt inside, his pupils shrank, his whole body trembled, and he almost dropped the salt bag in his hand.

"This...this is top-grade immortal refined salt?!" The gatekeeper exclaimed in shock, his fingers trembling as he pinched up a small pinch and put it in his mouth. The salty, mellow flavor was a hundred times better than the coarse salt that was scarce in the fortress. His face turned deathly pale instantly, his previous arrogance vanished, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to kneel down.

The surrounding guards also gathered around, and upon seeing the refined salt, they were all shocked, their gazes shifting from mockery to awe as they looked at Huang Yiming. In this fantasy world, refined salt was comparable to gold, and top-grade refined salt was reserved for the powerful and wealthy. Someone who could casually toss out a bag of refined salt was no ordinary person.

[Ding! This system is sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. Don't act impulsively. Host cleverly resolves the crisis, showing off value +150! These watchdogs deserve a good beating. A bag of salt will solve the problem, much more effective than drawing a gun.]

Huang Yiming appeared calm on the surface, though inwardly he was secretly pleased. He maintained a cold expression and asked indifferently, "Now, may I enter the city?"

The goalkeeper captain immediately bowed deeply, his attitude completely changing. He was all smiles and obsequious, his tone extremely humble: "This subordinate was blind to your greatness and offended you, a crime deserving of death! Please come in, sir, please come in quickly!"

The guards quickly made way, bowing respectfully, no longer daring to cause any trouble. Qin Yuling watched this scene, her usually cool brows furrowing slightly, her gaze growing increasingly serious. She thought to herself: This person can casually produce top-grade refined salt; his generosity is truly astonishing. His identity is indeed extraordinary; it seems I must be even more cautious in my dealings with him.

Huang Yiming, holding Yang Xiu's hand, strode confidently through the gates of Qin Family Fortress, his demeanor aloof and his aura commanding. But no one knew that while he had just breathed a sigh of relief, his back was already soaked in cold sweat—he had almost impulsively drawn his gun, revealing his true nature.

The moment he stepped through the city gates, hurried footsteps echoed from inside the fortress. Fortress Lord Qin Cang, accompanied by a group of high-ranking officials, rushed out to greet him with great enthusiasm. Clearly, Qin Cang had already received the news and had come specifically to welcome this mysterious expert.

Huang Yiming stared at the approaching crowd. Leading them was Qin Cang, dressed in a brocade robe, his face imposing, his eyes sharp—clearly a man long accustomed to high office. Huang Yiming's heart skipped a beat; he was even more nervous than when facing the demonic beast and Qin Yuling—this was the head of Qin Family Fortress, far more difficult to fool than others. He instinctively straightened his back, hands behind his back, jawline tightening, trying to project an air of composure, while inwardly screamed: Oh no, the main character is here! What should I say? Should I bow first? Would that seem too deliberate?

[Ding! This system is sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. Host, don't act impulsively, stay calm! Don't bow or scrape, maintain your aloofness, a slight nod is enough. Don't speak, let Qin Cang speak first—too much talk leads to mistakes.]

Huang Yiming followed the system's instructions, nodded slightly, and looked calmly at Qin Cang, remaining silent throughout, which only made him appear more unfathomable. Seeing his extraordinary demeanor and the fact that he was not intimidated by the scene, Qin Cang's respect for him grew even stronger, and he quickly stepped forward to greet him personally.