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

Dark clouds loomed over the outer perimeter of the passage between the two worlds.

One hundred thousand cultivators stood in formation, their robes fluttering as spiritual energy surged. Swords, spears, and halberds gleamed under the blazing sun, exuding a chilling killing intent. The gilded banners of the Tianyan Sect fluttered before the ranks, the surrounding air almost frozen in oppression. No one could have imagined that Huang Yiming, who rose from the mortal realm, redeemed his maid with a loaf of bread, and astonished the fantasy world with his refined salt and sugar, would now be the target of a united attack by the top sects of the Central Xuan Realm—the Tianyan Sect leading a coalition of ten major sects to seize the [Interdimensional Communication System] within him and destroy the Interdimensional Trade Alliance he had built.

Eight years ago, Huang Yiming was a loser who failed his college entrance exam and was ridiculed. After unexpectedly awakening a system, he traveled between the modern world and the fantasy world. He used modern resources to overwhelm the barrenness of the fantasy world, redeemed Yang Xiu, met Qin Yuling, and gradually built Yiming Village. He joined forces with Su Qingyue to manage urban commerce, and also encountered Ling Xi and won over Zi Yao. The five female protagonists were always by his side. He thwarted the covetousness of the Black Stone Sect and defeated the encirclement and suppression of the Qingyun Sect. He rose from the Qi Refining stage all the way to the mid-stage of the Golden Core stage. He thought he could steadily promote the dual-world trade, but unexpectedly, the Tianyan Sect regarded him as a heretic and was wary of his system and dual-world resources. They even joined forces with the ten major sects to try to eradicate him.

"Huang Yiming! Come out and face your death!"

A furious roar ripped through the sky as Zhao Kun, an elder of the Tianyan Sect, stood atop the void. His early-stage Golden Core cultivation aura swept across the surroundings, his face filled with arrogance and disdain. He looked down at the Tongshang Alliance headquarters below, his voice carrying far and wide through the spiritual energy: "A lowly commoner, who luckily obtained a wicked system, dares to covet power in the fantasy world? If you know what's good for you, hand over the system and those five women beside you, and perhaps I'll spare your life!"

A burst of laughter erupted from the allied forces. Cultivators from the ten major sects mocked Huang Yiming with vulgar and offensive language, expressing their contempt for Huang Yiming's background and their covetousness of the five female protagonists.

Inside the headquarters of the Trade Alliance, however, the atmosphere was unusually calm.

Huang Yiming sat upright in the main seat, dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit. His face was calm and expressionless, but his eyes held a cold, sharp glint. He lightly tapped his fingertips on the table, Zhao Kun's shouts echoing in his ears. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips—playing the fool to deceive others was his forte. For eight years, countless times he had turned the tide in seemingly hopeless situations, relying on this patience and cunning. This little predicament was nothing more than a piece of cake.

"Sect Master, Zhao Kun is too arrogant! Your subordinate requests permission to fight and behead him!" Qin Yuling, clad in silver armor and wielding a long sword, was filled with fighting spirit. As the eldest daughter of the Qin Family Fortress, she had practiced martial arts since childhood and was now at the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage. She commanded the combat power of the Trade Alliance and could not bear to see Huang Yiming humiliated.

Huang Yiming raised his hand to signal her to calm down, his gaze sweeping over the four women beside him: "What's the rush? If he wants to shout, let him shout all he wants."

Yang Xiu brought over a cup of hot tea and said softly, "Sect Master, the logistical supplies have been inventoried. Pills, spirit stones, and dry rations are all prepared, and we are ready to fight at any time." She still had that gentle demeanor, but her mind was extremely meticulous. She managed internal affairs and kept the Trade Alliance in perfect order. For eight years, she had silently protected Huang Yiming, and from her initial role as a maid, she had long since become the person he trusted most.

Lingxi's fingertips were surrounded by a faint green light as she softly added, "The Spirit Clan has assembled and is ready for battle. However, I sense that the spiritual energy in the allied forces is disordered, as if there is something hidden." As the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Clan, she was in charge of the Spirit Clan's power and her perception of spiritual energy far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Zi Yao smiled eerily, toying with a short blade between her fingers: "The Demonic Sect disciples have infiltrated the outer perimeter of the allied forces, ready to launch a surprise attack on their supply camps at any time. Anyone who dares to touch our people will pay the price."

Su Qingyue, dressed in a smart suit, held a tablet in her hand, on which the real-time progress of urban material transportation was displayed: "I have mobilized tanks, rocket launchers, drones, and sufficient medical supplies from the city. They can arrive at the interdimensional passage within half an hour to ensure fire support is in place." She was in charge of the dual-dimensional business and had already perfectly integrated modern resources with the forces of the fantasy world.

Huang Yiming accepted the hot tea offered by Yang Xiu, the warmth spreading from his fingertips to his entire body. Looking at the five women before him, he felt a deep sense of comfort. For the past eight years, it was their companionship and assistance that had enabled him to grow from a penniless nobody into someone capable of contending with the top sects of the Central Profound Realm. He nodded slightly: "Proceed according to plan. Su Qingyue, deploy covertly once supplies arrive; Qin Yuling, integrate the elite forces of Qin Family Fortress and Yiming Village, ready to engage at any time; Zi Yao, proceed with the planned raid on the supply lines; Ling Xi, closely monitor the movements of the allied forces and sense changes in spiritual energy; Yang Xiu, defend the main altar and coordinate logistics and the treatment of the wounded."

"Yes!" the five women responded in unison, each performing their duties with perfect coordination and without the slightest panic. They all knew that Huang Yiming, though seemingly calm, was actually already fully prepared—in the past eight years, he had never let them down.

Outside, Zhao Kun's clamor continued unabated. Some soldiers in the allied forces even fired arrows at the Trade Alliance's headquarters, the arrows, enveloped in spiritual energy, were blocked by the headquarters' defensive barriers, sending up bursts of light. Seeing this, Zhao Kun's anger intensified. He was about to order a full-scale attack when a Tianyan Sect disciple beside him stopped him: "Elder, the Sect Master has ordered that the attack be postponed for three days. This will both give Huang Yiming a chance to surrender and show the ten major sects the magnanimity of the Tianyan Sect."

Zhao Kun snorted coldly, reluctantly withdrawing his attack: "Fine, let that mortal loser live three more days! After three days, I will definitely raze the Trade Alliance to the ground and grind him to dust!"

As night fell, the allied camp was brightly lit, yet a deadly intent lurked beneath the surface. Huang Yiming stood atop the main city tower, gazing at the distant allied camp, a cold glint in his eyes. He knew the Tianyan Sect wouldn't truly grant three days—a sneak attack was inevitable tonight.

Sure enough, around midnight, three dark figures slipped into the Trade Alliance like ghosts, evading patrols and guards, and made their way towards the granary. They were swift and stealthy, clearly top-tier assassins, their target being the Trade Alliance's food supply—cutting off their supplies meant severing their retreat.

But just as they approached the granary, a strange red light suddenly flashed, and Zi Yao's figure appeared out of thin air. Her short blade was drawn, and with a flash of cold light, it pierced the heart of one of the assassins. "You dogs of the Tianyan Sect, how dare you show off your skills before an expert?" Zi Yao's voice was icy, and there was no warmth in her eyes. The disciples of the Demon Sect rushed over upon hearing the commotion and surrounded the other two assassins.

After a brief but fierce battle, the two assassins were subdued, covered in wounds but remaining stubbornly silent. Zi Yao sneered, about to use a secret technique of the Demonic Sect to extract a confession, when one of the assassins suddenly struggled wildly as if controlled by something, roaring, "Huang Yiming! You're all dead! My ancestor has broken through to the late Golden Core stage and obtained an ancient evil artifact! In three days, I will definitely kill you all and seize the system!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the assassin bled from all seven orifices and died on the spot—clearly, the Tianyan Sect had placed a death curse on him beforehand to prevent the secret from being leaked.

Zi Yao's expression changed, and she immediately led another assassin to the city wall to report what had just happened to Huang Yiming. Huang Yiming's hand holding the teacup tightened slightly, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes: a late-stage Golden Core ancestor, and an ancient evil artifact? It seems that the Tianyan Sect is far more troublesome than he imagined.

He looked at the five women beside him, his tone calm yet unwavering: "It seems we can't wait any longer. Tonight, we'll give them a taste of their own medicine. Also, interrogate this assassin immediately—I need to know the background of the Heavenly Evolution Sect's patriarch, and what exactly that ancient evil artifact is."

The night was deep, but the lights of the Trade Alliance headquarters remained bright, for a fierce battle was just beginning. No one had expected that the ancient evil artifact mentioned by the assassin not only held the secrets of the Heavenly Evolution Sect, but was also intricately linked to the demon invasion a thousand years ago.