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

For several days, Qin Family Fort remained calm, with no trace of the assassin. Qin Cangying was anxious but dared not act rashly, and could only increase the defenses. Huang Yiming, on the other hand, was happy to have some peace and quiet, spending his days in his courtyard practicing basic body-refining techniques and occasionally instructing Yang Xiu, living a rather pleasant life.

Yang Xiu was already thin and weak, and had suffered greatly at the hands of slave traders, leaving her with many ailments. Recently, she had been practicing body-refining techniques with Huang Yiming, and eating modern snacks and nutritious meals. Her complexion had gradually become rosy, her small body had become stronger, and her big eyes had become more lively. Her gaze towards Huang Yiming was full of dependence and admiration.

That afternoon, Qin Cang visited again, followed by an old servant with a sallow complexion and a persistent cough. The old servant was hunched over, his breath weak, and he looked like he wouldn't make it. Qin Cang looked worried and sighed to Huang Yiming, "Mr. Huang, I really have no other choice. This old servant has served me for many years and has contracted a stubborn illness. The doctors in the fortress are helpless, and I'm afraid he won't last more than a few days."

Huang Yiming glanced at the old servant and immediately recognized that it was just a common cold causing lung inflammation. In modern times, a few boxes of anti-inflammatory and cold medicine would be enough to cure it. A thought struck him; this was the perfect opportunity to gain the trust of the Qin family. He pretended to ponder and slowly said, "I do have a few secret medicines that might be able to cure this ailment, but these medicines are precious and not easily revealed."

Qin Cang's eyes lit up, and he quickly cupped his hands in a salute: "If you can save his life, sir, the Qin family will be eternally grateful, and I am willing to reward you handsomely!" He was originally just trying his luck—after all, Huang Yiming even had immortal salt and mysterious magical artifacts, so maybe he really had a secret medicine to bring the dead back to life.

Huang Yiming waved his hand, feigning generosity: "Money is but an external thing. Since we're both in Qin Family Fortress, it's fate. I'll do my best." He then turned and went into the house, taking out several boxes of cold medicine, anti-inflammatory drugs, and a pack of medical cotton swabs from his storage space. These medicines, which are commonplace in modern times, are rare treasures in the fantasy world.

He walked out carrying the medicine box. Qin Cang and the old servant stared at the strangely shaped box, their faces full of doubt, clearly not knowing what it was. Qin Cang couldn't help but ask, "Sir, is this the secret medicine? I've never seen anything like it before."

Huang Yiming smiled faintly, without explaining, opened the medicine box, poured out a few pills, and handed a bowl of water to the old servant: "Take this medicine, rest quietly for half a day, and you will recover."

The old servant looked at the pill in his hand, his face full of hesitation, not daring to take it. Qin Cang was also somewhat hesitant—after all, this medicine was too strange, and he was afraid it would harm the old servant's life. Seeing this, Huang Yiming did not urge him, but just watched quietly, his eyes resolute.

Yang Xiu whispered from the side, "Grandpa, don't worry about eating it. Young Master's medicine is very effective. I was sick before, and I recovered quickly after taking Young Master's medicine." Her voice was soft and gentle, full of trust, which reassured the old servant.

Qin Cang gritted his teeth and nodded to the old servant: "Take it, trust Mr. Huang this once." The old servant then took the pill, swallowed it with water, and obediently sat down to rest.

Qin Cang stood anxiously to the side, glancing at the old servant every now and then, his palms sweating profusely. Half an hour later, the old servant, who had been coughing incessantly, gradually stopped coughing, his complexion became rosier, his breathing became steady, and his previously weak aura became much stronger.

Another hour passed, and the old servant was able to stand up, bow to Qin Cang and Huang Yiming, and say in a loud voice, "Thank you, Lord of the Fortress, thank you, Mr. Huang. This old servant feels much better, my whole body feels relaxed!"

Qin Cang's eyes widened in shock. He quickly walked to the old servant and examined him closely. After confirming that the man was truly cured, his gaze towards Huang Yiming instantly filled with awe and fervor. "This...this medicine is so miraculous! Curing a stubborn ailment in just half a day, it's practically a celestial elixir!" His voice trembled with excitement as he bowed deeply to Huang Yiming. "Mr. Huang is truly a divine being; I admire him utmost!"

The surrounding guards exclaimed in surprise, their gazes towards Huang Yiming shifting from awe to admiration—in this fantasy world where medicine is scarce, a cure-all is more precious than gold.

[Ding! Successfully showed off! Qin Cang's trust level has skyrocketed, the mission progress has increased to 70%, and the reward is 1 Spirit Root Activation Fragment. Keep up the good work!] The system notification sounded, and Huang Yiming was secretly pleased, but he remained calm on the surface: "A few petty tricks, not worth mentioning."

Qin Cang became even more respectful, excitedly grasping Huang Yiming's hand and saying, "Sir, if your secret medicine were mass-produced, it would greatly increase the strength of the Qin Family Fortress, and surrounding forces would vie to curry favor with us! I wonder if your medicine could..."

Huang Yiming understood that Qin Cang wanted to request the medicine in bulk. He said calmly, "This medicine is not easy to refine, and the materials are scarce. I can only provide a small amount. In exchange, I need the spiritual herbs and cultivation manuals from Qin Family Fortress." He took the opportunity to ask for cultivation resources to prepare for activating his spiritual root later.

Qin Cang agreed without hesitation: "No problem! Just tell me what you want, sir, and I'll do my best to satisfy you!"

Just as Huang Yiming thought the situation was turning out well, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from afar. A guard rushed in, his face pale: "Master, it's terrible! The cultivators from the Black Stone Sect have arrived, demanding to see Mr. Huang by name, and their attitude is extremely arrogant!"

Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold; trouble had finally arrived. Qin Cang's expression changed drastically; his previous joy vanished instantly, replaced by deep worry—the Black Stone Sect was a powerful cultivation sect in the vicinity, one that Qin Family Fortress simply couldn't afford to offend.

Seeing Qin Cang's face instantly crumble, Huang Yiming inwardly scoffed: So what if he's a cultivator? His firearms aren't just for show. Yang Xiu tightly gripped his sleeve, her small face full of worry but trying to appear calm: "Don't be afraid, young master, Xiu Xiu will protect you." Huang Yiming felt a warmth in his heart and patted the back of her hand to reassure her.

[Beep! Crisis detected. Host is advised to reveal your trump cards in advance to intimidate others. The moment of showing off is about to be maximized! Don't be a coward, just do it!] The system's voice was filled with excitement. Huang Yiming suppressed his restlessness, subtly touching the pistol at his waist, his eyes sharpening. Qin Cang paced back and forth, rubbing his hands and muttering, "What should I do?" His previous respect had completely vanished. Huang Yiming, however, had already made up his mind: he would use the Black Stone Sect to establish his authority and firmly secure his position as an honored guest of the Qin Family Fortress.