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

Looking at the arrogant and disdainful demeanor of the city gate captain, Huang Yiming's lips curled into a faint, cold smile. His aura suddenly turned cold, and although he was just standing there quietly, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

He appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he had cursed the snobbish guard a hundred times over. His right hand instinctively reached for his waist, and his fingertips had barely touched the cold casing of the pistol when Yang Xiu gently tugged at his sleeve. The little girl looked up at him, her eyes full of worry, and gently shook her head to signal him not to act rashly. Her obedient yet nervous appearance instantly calmed Huang Yiming down.

[Beep! This system is sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. Cowards shouldn't be reckless. Drawing a gun is like exposing your true identity. A matter that can be settled with a bag of salt, why make a scene? Hurry up and draw your salt, and keep up the act of being a master.]

The system's sarcastic commentary rang out precisely on time. Huang Yiming didn't even lift his eyelids, slowly withdrew his hand, and took out a tightly sealed bag of refined salt from his storage space. This bag of refined salt was a high-quality salt that he had purchased in bulk from the supermarket. It was snow-white, delicate, and without any impurities. In the resource-scarce fantasy world, it could be considered a top-tier delicacy.

His movements were casual and languid, as if he were throwing away an ordinary pebble, not a priceless treasure. With a flick of his wrist, the salt bag landed steadily in the city gate captain's arms. "Open your dog eyes and see clearly whether you are qualified to enter the city." Huang Yiming's voice was cold and calm, without the slightest wave, yet it carried an undeniable pressure.

The city gate captain instinctively clutched the salt bag, his face full of disdain. He was about to angrily berate Huang Yiming for trying to fool people with garbage when his fingertips touched the translucent salt bag and he realized something was wrong. He hurriedly tore open the seal of the salt bag, and a pure salty aroma instantly filled the air. The snow-white refined salt was crystal clear, a world apart from the coarse salt inside the fortress that was hard to swallow.

The captain froze, his fingers trembling as he pinched a small pinch of refined salt and put it in his mouth. The rich salty taste instantly filled his taste buds, without the slightest bitterness. This was no ordinary salt; it was clearly the supreme refined salt that only immortals could enjoy! His expression changed drastically, and his previous arrogance vanished instantly. His legs went weak, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

"Immortal...Immortal Salt?!" the captain exclaimed in shock, his voice trembling. His gaze towards Huang Yiming shifted from mockery to utter awe. He knelt on the ground with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, "This subordinate was blind and offended a master. Please forgive me!"

The surrounding guards were all dumbfounded, crowding around to see the bag of refined salt. Their faces were filled with shock, and they bowed deeply, barely daring to breathe. In this fantasy world, salt was already scarce, and refined salt was even more priceless. Anyone who could casually produce such a treasure was no ordinary person; they dared not make things difficult for the slightest.

Qin Yuling stood to the side, holding her long sword, her cool brows furrowing slightly, a hint of seriousness flashing in her eyes. She had originally intended to use the guards' harassment to test Huang Yiming's background, but she hadn't expected that something he casually produced would be enough to intimidate everyone present. Even the direct descendants of the Qin Family Fortress might not be able to produce something like that.

Her gaze toward Huang Yiming grew increasingly complex, containing wariness, curiosity, and a barely perceptible hint of inquiry. What was the background of this mysterious man? How many secrets did he harbor?

Huang Yiming stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent. He looked at the guards kneeling and begging for mercy without even lifting his eyelids. His tone was calm and undisturbed: "Get up. Next time, open your eyes wide and don't judge a book by its cover." His voice was not loud, but it made all the guards feel as if they had been granted a pardon, and they nodded repeatedly in agreement.

[Ding! This system is sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. Cowards, don't fight back! Show-off successful! Show-off value +120. This snob can be easily tamed with a bag of salt. It's much more effective than drawing a gun. Don't get too cocky, there are still tough battles ahead. Maintain your image and don't collapse.]

Huang Yiming was secretly pleased, but on the surface he remained calm and composed. He took Yang Xiu's small hand and strode towards the city gate. Yang Xiu clung tightly to him, her little face full of pride. Looking at the awe-inspiring gazes of the guards around them, she felt that her young master was practically omnipotent.

Qin Hu smiled憨厚ly and quickly stepped forward to lead the way: "Master Huang, please come in. My father must have been waiting in the main hall for a long time." Qin Yuling followed silently to the side, her eyes always fixed on Huang Yiming, without relaxing for a moment.

As soon as the group stepped into the city gate, they heard a series of hurried footsteps in the distance. A group of people dressed in brocade robes and with extraordinary bearing walked quickly towards them. The middle-aged man at the head of the group had a dignified face and sharp eyes. He was Qin Cang, the lord of Qin Family Fortress, who personally led the group to welcome Huang Yiming.

Huang Yiming walked forward calmly on the surface, but his heart was pounding again. He tightened his grip on Yang Xiu's hand slightly, and his palms were sweating. The main character had finally arrived. This act of a master strategist was only just reaching its climax, and the slightest mistake could lead to total defeat. He glanced at the group of confidants behind Qin Cang. Each of them exuded a steady aura, clearly seasoned veterans. Huang Yiming dared not relax his guard in the slightest.

Yang Xiu noticed the cold sweat on his palms and quietly squeezed them back with her fingertips, reassuring him with a small gesture, her small face full of complete trust. Qin Cang strode closer, his gaze first falling on Huang Yiming's calm aura, then glancing at the outline of the hard object vaguely visible at his waist, becoming even more certain that this person was a reclusive big shot, and quickly stepped aside to lead the way, adopting an extremely humble posture.

The servants in the fortress along the way stopped and stared, bowing respectfully to Huang Yiming with eyes full of awe, whispering among themselves, "This is the master who can produce immortal salt," "The ruthless man who can kill monsters with his bare hands." The discussions reached his ears, but Huang Yiming remained outwardly calm, while inwardly he was frantically chanting, "Don't give yourself away, don't give yourself away." The system added insult to injury at the right time: "[Your bragging value is soaring. Stay calm and don't laugh. If your persona collapses, we're both finished.]"