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

In the desolate valley, sword energy crisscrossed, and blood stained the ground red.

Qin Yuling was covered in wounds, her silver armor soaked in blood, her long hair disheveled, and her longsword chipped, yet she still desperately defended against Ling Hao and the others' attacks. Few of her remaining elite troops remained, all severely injured, yet they still fought with all their might to protect her.

"Miss Qin, stop struggling, you have nowhere to escape." Ling Hao approached step by step, sword in hand, his face full of mockery. "If you submit to me, I will spare your men; otherwise, you will all die here today."

Qin Yuling coughed up blood, but her eyes remained resolute, showing no sign of yielding: "Wishful thinking! I'd rather die than submit to a despicable man like you! Huang Yiming will definitely come to save me; he will avenge us!"

"Huang Yiming?" Ling Hao laughed loudly, his tone full of disdain. "That mortal loser is nothing but a mid-stage Golden Core trash. Even if he came, he couldn't save you. Instead, I would kill him along with me and take his system—then you two could go to hell together!"

Having said that, Ling Hao suddenly swung his sword, unleashing a sharp sword aura carrying the pressure of an early-stage Golden Core cultivator, slashing towards Qin Yuling with unstoppable force. Qin Yuling was already exhausted and unable to resist. She could only watch helplessly as the sword aura approached, her heart filled with resentment—she hadn't yet waited for Huang Yiming, hadn't yet fulfilled her wish of coexisting in both realms with him, was she really going to die here?

At this critical moment, a cold voice suddenly echoed through the desolate valley: "Whoever dares to harm her, dies!"

Before the words were finished, a dark figure appeared out of thin air like a ghost, blocking Qin Yuling's path. With a wave of his hand, he easily shattered Ling Hao's sword energy. As the sword energy dissipated, Huang Yiming slowly turned around, his face icy cold, the rage in his eyes almost burning the entire desolate valley.

"Huang Yiming!" When Qin Yuling saw him, tears welled up in her eyes instantly. All her strength collapsed in an instant, and she could no longer hold on, collapsing into Huang Yiming's arms.

Huang Yiming held Qin Yuling firmly in his arms, feeling her wounds and faint breath, his anger burning even brighter. He gently stroked Qin Yuling's long hair, his tone tender yet carrying an undeniable killing intent: "Yuling, don't be afraid, I'm here. No one can hurt you. You, everyone who hurt you, I will make them pay the price."

Upon seeing Huang Yiming, Ling Hao's mocking expression vanished instantly, replaced by a hint of apprehension, which was quickly replaced by arrogance: "Huang Yiming, you really came. That saves me the trouble of looking for you. Today, I will kill you and Qin Yuling together, seize the system, and achieve a great feat!"

Huang Yiming ignored Ling Hao and carefully handed Qin Yuling over to the guards who had rushed over behind him, instructing them: "Take the young lady back immediately and have Yang Xiu treat her injuries properly. There must be no mistakes."

"Yes, Sect Master!" the guard replied, carefully escorting Qin Yuling away.

After Qin Yuling left safely, Huang Yiming slowly turned around, his gaze fixed on Ling Hao. His spiritual energy surged violently, and the pressure of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator was released without reservation, sweeping across the entire area like a tsunami. A gale suddenly rose in the desolate valley, and the ground trembled violently. Ling Hao and the Tianyan Sect disciples beside him instantly turned pale, their bodies trembling, unable to even stand.

"The pressure of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator?" Ling Hao was covered in cold sweat, his heart filled with shock. He had always thought that Huang Yiming was just a good-for-nothing who had broken through to the Golden Core stage by luck, but he never expected that the other party's pressure would be so terrifying, even more so than his master Ling Xuan.

"You just said you wanted to kill me? And humiliate my woman?" Huang Yiming's voice was icy cold, each word like a sharp knife piercing Ling Hao's heart.

Ling Hao forced himself to remain calm and said, "Huang Yiming, don't be arrogant! I am the personal disciple of the Heavenly Evolution Sect's patriarch. If you kill me, the patriarch will never let you off, and the Allied Forces will raze your Trade Alliance to the ground!"

"Let me go? Crush the Trade Alliance?" Huang Yiming sneered, his figure flashing as he appeared in front of Ling Hao, raising his hand and striking him in the chest. Ling Hao screamed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, his bones shattered, his aura instantly weakening.

"My woman, Huang Yiming's woman, is not someone you can insult; my power, Huang Yiming's power, is not something you can covet; and the Tianyan Sect is not a backer you can rely on." Huang Yiming walked step by step toward Ling Hao, his tone icy, "Today I will not kill you, but I will cripple your cultivation and let you taste the bitterness of a life worse than death."

After speaking, Huang Yiming raised his hand and injected a stream of spiritual energy into Ling Hao's body. Ling Hao let out a miserable scream as his golden core shattered instantly, his cultivation was completely destroyed, and he became a cripple. The surrounding Tianyan Sect disciples were terrified at the sight and knelt down to beg for mercy, their previous arrogance completely gone.

"Kill!" Huang Yiming shouted coldly. The Demon Sect disciples and the elite of the Trade Alliance who had rushed up behind him immediately charged forward and slaughtered all the Tianyan Sect disciples who were kneeling and begging for mercy, leaving no one alive. Over the past eight years, he had learned that mercy to the enemy was cruelty to himself and those around him, especially those who had hurt his women. He never showed any mercy to them.

After dealing with Ling Hao and the others, Huang Yiming took out his communicator and contacted Su Qingyue: "Qingyue, how's the situation at Qingfeng Sect?"

Su Qingyue's voice, tinged with relief, came from the other end of the communicator: "Yiming, it went very smoothly. The sect leaders of the three sects have all agreed to defect. However, they are worried about retaliation from the Tianyan Sect and hope that we can take action as soon as possible to deter them."

"Don't worry, I'll give them an explanation right away." Huang Yiming's lips curled into a cold smile. "You contact Ziyao immediately and have her lead the Demon Sect disciples to cooperate with me in a surprise attack on the Qingfeng Sect's camp, kill the Qingfeng Sect's sect leader, and recruit his disciples, giving the other sects a warning."

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

After hanging up the communicator, Huang Yiming flashed and sped towards the Qingfeng Sect camp. At this moment, the Qingfeng Sect disciples were still immersed in the joy of yesterday's great victory, completely unaware of the impending danger—the camp was brightly lit, and the cultivators were gathered in twos and threes, drinking and making merry, completely unsuspecting.

Huang Yiming arrived at the outskirts of the camp and joined up with the Demonic Sect disciples led by Zi Yao. Zi Yao smiled eerily: "Sect Leader, everything is ready. We can make our move at any time."

"Attack!" Huang Yiming gave the order and charged out first. The pressure of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator swept through the camp, and the Qingfeng Sect disciples were instantly thrown into chaos. In their panic, they had no time to resist. Huang Yiming swept through the camp with his long sword, and no one could stop him. He quickly reached the front of the Qingfeng Sect Master's tent.

Upon hearing the news, the Qingfeng Sect Master rushed out of his tent in a panic. When he saw Huang Yiming, his face turned deathly pale: "Huang Yiming, you... how did you get here? Didn't we agree to deal with the Tianyan Sect together?"

"An agreement?" Huang Yiming sneered. "You led the attack on my men yesterday, and you dare to talk to me about an agreement today? Let me tell you, those who betray me only have one path: death!"

Having said that, Huang Yiming suddenly swung his sword, unleashing a sharp sword aura that slashed directly at the Qingfeng Sect Master. The man was utterly powerless to resist and was instantly cut down from his horse, his head rolling away and blood gushing out. The Qingfeng Sect disciples in the camp, seeing this, were terrified and immediately knelt down in surrender, willingly submitting to the Trade Alliance.

Huang Yiming looked at his kneeling disciples, his tone icy: "From this day forward, you are members of the Trade Alliance. If you dare to betray us, you will suffer the same fate as your sect leader!"

"We dare not! We would never dare to betray you!" the Qingfeng Sect disciples responded in unison, their hearts filled with awe.

Just then, Huang Yiming's communicator suddenly rang. It was an urgent message from Yang Xiu: "Sect Master, something terrible has happened! Zhao Kun is furious after learning that Ling Hao has been crippled and the Qingfeng Sect has been destroyed. He has dispatched four early-stage Golden Core cultivators, leading ten thousand cultivators, to join forces with the Liuyun Sect and the Baicao Sect to besiege our raiding force. We are now surrounded!"

Huang Yiming's expression changed slightly, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected Zhao Kun to react so quickly, even joining forces with the Flowing Cloud Sect and the Hundred Herbs Sect—it seemed these two sects ultimately feared the power of the Heavenly Evolution Sect and had temporarily switched sides.

He looked at Zi Yao beside him, his tone resolute: "It seems we're about to face another tough battle. Pass down the orders to prepare for war! Today, even if it costs us everything, we must crush them and let everyone in the Central Xuan Realm know the might of Huang Yiming!"

Zi Yao nodded, a hint of fighting spirit flashing in her eyes: "Your subordinate obeys!"

Night fell once more, and the desolate valley churned with spiritual energy and filled with murderous intent. Huang Yiming's raiding party was surrounded by the allied forces, with four early-stage Golden Core cultivators eyeing them menacingly, and ten thousand cultivators arrayed in battle formation. Despite the seemingly hopeless situation, Huang Yiming's eyes showed no panic, but rather a calculating smile—this was precisely the opportunity he wanted: a hard-fought battle to completely intimidate the allied forces, a counterattack where he feigned weakness to outmaneuver his opponent.