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

The atmosphere at the headquarters of the Trade Alliance was extremely tense.

Huang Yiming stood calmly in the center of the main hall, methodically arranging preparations for battle. Ling Xuan was leading 50,000 cultivators, rushing towards the Trade Alliance. The oppressive aura of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator could be faintly felt even from a hundred miles away, like a sharp sword hanging over the Trade Alliance, ready to fall at any moment.

Over the past eight years, Huang Yiming has risen from an ordinary person who failed the college entrance examination to where he is today, experiencing countless crises—from the Black Stone Sect's encirclement to the Azure Cloud Sect's schemes, and now the Heavenly Evolution Sect's siege. Each time, he has managed to escape danger thanks to the system, modern resources, and the help of those around him. But this time, he faces Ling Xuan, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, 50,000 cultivators, and that mysterious ancient evil artifact. The level of crisis far surpasses any he has faced before.

"Sect Master, the two-realm legions have been fully integrated." Qin Yuling, clad in silver armor and wielding a long sword, stood before Huang Yiming and said firmly, "One thousand modern elite troops, equipped with tanks, rocket launchers, drones, and various types of firearms; three thousand elite troops from Qin Family Fortress and Yiming Village, all with cultivation levels above Foundation Establishment; two thousand disciples from the Demonic Sect; one thousand members of the Spirit Clan; and five thousand disciples from the Qingfeng Sect, Liuyun Sect, and Baicao Sect, which have been incorporated into the army. In total, twelve thousand troops have been deployed and are ready to fight at any time."

Huang Yiming nodded slightly and looked at Su Qingyue: "Qingyue, are the supplies and weapons ready?"

Su Qingyue nodded, holding a tablet in her hand. The screen displayed the real-time progress of the resource deployment: "Don't worry, Yiming, all resources are ready. Tanks, rocket launchers, and drones have been deployed around the main camp. Medical supplies such as antibiotics, hemostatic drugs, and antipyretics are also in place, enough to support a large-scale battle. In addition, I have also transferred power grids and monitoring equipment from the city to form a double defense with the defensive array, ensuring absolute safety."

"Good." Huang Yiming nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Lingxi, "Lingxi, how is the setup of the defensive formation progressing?"

Lingxi, her fingertips shimmering with a faint green light, said softly, "Sect Master, the technological cultivation array is basically complete. It combines modern power grids and surveillance with the restrictions and spiritual patterns of the mystical world. It can withstand attacks from both firearms and cultivators' spiritual energy. However, the array's power still needs the assistance of spiritual veins. I have already mobilized the spiritual plants of the Spirit Clan to connect the array to nearby spiritual veins. But I sensed an unusually powerful fluctuation of spiritual energy deep within the Middle Mystic Realm, suspected to be an ancient spiritual vein, and it shares the same energy source as the system. It is about a hundred miles away from here."

A glint of light flashed in Huang Yiming's eyes. An ancient spiritual vein? Originating from the same source as the system's energy? For eight years, the system had remained shrouded in mystery, and he had never known its origin. This unusual fluctuation of spiritual energy might reveal some of the system's secrets. However, he was currently in a crucial period of preparation for battle and had no time to investigate this fluctuation of spiritual energy; he could only put it aside for the time being.

"Let's put this matter aside for now and investigate again after we resolve Ling Xuan's crisis," Huang Yiming said firmly. "Ling Xi, you continue to perfect the great formation to ensure it can withstand Ling Xuan's attacks; Zi Yao, you lead the Demon Sect disciples to infiltrate the outer perimeter of the main altar, responsible for ambushing the enemy and disrupting their formation; Yang Xiu, you will oversee logistics and the treatment of the wounded at the main altar, ensuring the supply of materials and timely medical care for the wounded; Yu Ling, you will lead the elite troops to guard the front of the great formation, ready to fight the vanguard of the allied forces at any time; Qing Yue, you will be responsible for coordinating long-range support with modern weapons and closely monitoring Ling Xuan's movements."

"Yes!" the five women responded in unison, and then each took on their respective duties, quickly preparing for battle. They all knew that this great battle concerned the life and death of the Trade Alliance, the future of cross-world trade, and was closely linked to their own and Huang Yiming's fate. They had to do everything in their power to protect the Trade Alliance and those around them.

Huang Yiming walked to the top of the main altar's city wall, gazing at the distant horizon, a cold, sharp glint flashing in his eyes. He took out a high-grade spiritual herb he had previously seized from his storage space—a thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng. This ginseng contained abundant spiritual energy, enough to help him break through to the peak of the mid-stage Golden Core realm. For the past eight years, he had not used this ginseng, precisely to enhance his cultivation at crucial moments and cope with sudden crises.

Huang Yiming sat cross-legged, placed the thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng in his mouth, and it melted instantly. A rich spiritual energy swept through his body, flowing along his meridians into his dantian. He circulated the system's cultivation technique, beginning to absorb the ginseng's spiritual energy to attempt to break through to the peak of the mid-stage Golden Core realm. A system notification sounded: "Host has consumed the thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng; the spiritual energy is abundant, allowing you to attempt to break through to the peak of the mid-stage Golden Core realm. Activate breakthrough assistance?"

"Activate!" Huang Yiming silently chanted in his mind.

With the system's assistance activated, the abundant spiritual energy was rapidly absorbed, causing the golden core within his dantian to spin violently. The spiritual energy grew increasingly concentrated, and his aura continuously improved. Huang Yiming closed his eyes, focusing intently on his cultivation breakthrough, temporarily ignoring everything else.

Time flowed slowly, and before they knew it, an hour had passed. Huang Yiming suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp light flashing within them. His spiritual energy surged violently, and the pressure of a peak mid-stage Golden Core cultivator instantly swept across the entire area, his aura even more sharp and powerful than before. He had successfully broken through to the peak mid-stage Golden Core realm, only one step away from the late-stage Golden Core realm.

"That's great! The sect leader has broken through!" Qin Yuling was overjoyed when she saw Huang Yiming break through and couldn't help but cheer.

The other four women also gathered around, their faces full of relief. Huang Yiming's breakthrough to the peak of the mid-stage Golden Core realm undoubtedly gave everyone a shot in the arm and made them more confident in dealing with Ling Xuan's encirclement.

Huang Yiming stood up, stretched his limbs, and felt the rich spiritual energy within his body, a smile playing on his lips. With the combat power of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, coupled with the technological cultivation array and the Two Realms Legion, he could even fight Ling Xuan, who was at the late-stage Golden Core stage.

Just then, Lingxi's expression suddenly changed, and the green light at her fingertips fluctuated violently: "Sect Master, something bad has happened! Ling Xuan has led 50,000 cultivators to the outer perimeter of the Trade Alliance. The pressure of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator is impacting the great formation, causing it to tremble violently and threatening to collapse!"

Huang Yiming's face darkened, and he immediately went up to the city wall to look into the distance. He saw a dark mass on the distant horizon, with 50,000 cultivators standing in formation. Ling Xuan stood in front of the formation, dressed in white, his face aged but his eyes sharp. The pressure of the late-stage Golden Core peak was like a tsunami sweeping over him, impacting the Trade Alliance's defensive formation. The aura on the surface of the formation flickered continuously, showing faint signs of collapse.

"Huang Yiming! Come out and face your death!" Ling Xuan's voice echoed through the spiritual energy, icy and chilling. "You killed my disciples, annihilated my subordinates, and crippled my personal disciples. Today, I will crush your Trade Alliance, grind you to dust, seize the system, and reclaim control of the Demon-Eroding Blade!"

Huang Yiming sneered and shouted at Ling Xuan, "Ling Xuan, you have quite the nerve! Today I'll show you my strength, Huang Yiming's power, and the might of my Trade Alliance! If you want to crush my Trade Alliance and seize my system, you'll have to get past me first!"

Just then, Yang Xiu rushed over, his face pale and his voice anxious: "Sect Master, something terrible has happened! News has come from the Spirit Clan that their holy land has been attacked by an unknown force, suffering heavy casualties. It is suspected to be the work of the Heavenly Evolution Sect. The Spirit Clan elders have ordered me to report this immediately and request reinforcements!"

Upon hearing this, Lingxi's face instantly turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with anxiety: "The Holy Land has been attacked? How could this happen?" The Holy Land of the Spirit Clan is the foundation of the Spirit Clan, containing the Spirit Clan's heritage and a large number of spiritual plants. If the Holy Land is destroyed, the Spirit Clan will be completely wiped out. Huang Yiming's expression also turned solemn. Ling Xuan had actually led cultivators to besiege the Trade Alliance while simultaneously sending people to attack the Spirit Clan's Holy Land. Clearly, this was premeditated, intended to launch a two-pronged attack, overwhelming Ling Xuan and allowing him to annihilate both the Trade Alliance and the Spirit Clan in one fell swoop.

On one side, there was the oppressive aura of Ling Xuan's 50,000 cultivators and the late-stage peak of the Golden Core realm, bringing the great formation to the brink of collapse; on the other side, the Spirit Clan's sacred land was under attack, and the Spirit Clan was in imminent danger. Huang Yiming was caught in a dilemma—if he stayed to protect the Trade Alliance, the Spirit Clan's sacred land would be destroyed, and Ling Xi would be heartbroken; if he went to support the Spirit Clan, the Trade Alliance would be crushed by Ling Xuan, and the other four women and all his subordinates would die a violent death.

The five women realized the seriousness of the situation. Qin Yuling said, "Yiming, you stay and protect the Trade Alliance. I'll take a portion of the elite troops to support the Spirit Clan!"

"No, Yuling, your injuries haven't healed yet. The people Ling Xuan sent to attack the Spirit Clan's holy land must be very powerful. You'll just be throwing your life away." Huang Yiming shook his head, his tone firm. "The Spirit Clan's holy land can't be destroyed, and the Trade Alliance can't be lost either. I have to think of a way to have the best of both worlds."

His mind raced, quickly devising a countermeasure. Ling Xuan's target was him and the system. As long as he stayed here, Ling Xuan wouldn't easily give up the siege of the Trade Alliance. In that case, not many people would be sent to attack the Spirit Clan's holy land. Perhaps, he could send Zi Yao to lead the Demon Sect disciples to support the Spirit Clan, while he himself stayed behind to protect the Trade Alliance, confronting Ling Xuan and buying time.

Just as Huang Yiming was about to make a decision, the great formation suddenly trembled violently, emitting a loud bang. The halo on its surface began to dissipate, clearly on the verge of collapse. Ling Xuan's voice rang out again, tinged with mockery: "Huang Yiming, what are you still hesitating for? Today you are doomed, and the Trade Alliance and the Spirit Clan will be utterly annihilated by me!"

Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold. Without further hesitation, he immediately ordered, "Ziyao, you lead two thousand Demon Sect disciples to the Spirit Clan's Holy Land to provide support. Protect the Holy Land at all costs, and kill the attackers. If you encounter an insurmountable crisis, contact me immediately! Yuling, Qingyue, Yangxiu, and Lingxi, you stay here and help me protect the Trade Alliance and resist Ling Xuan's attack!"

"Yes, Sect Master!" Zi Yao responded and immediately led two thousand Demon Sect disciples toward the Spirit Clan's holy land.

Huang Yiming looked at the four women beside him, his tone firm: "Today we fight side by side. Even if it costs us everything, we will protect the Trade Alliance and everything we have! Ling Xuan wants to crush my Trade Alliance, and wants to harm my people, but he will pay a heavy price!"

"Fight side by side! Protect each other to the death!" the four women responded in unison, their eyes resolute and showing no sign of backing down.

Seeing that Huang Yiming had sent some people to the Spirit Clan's Holy Land, Ling Xuan's face showed disdain: "Huang Yiming, do you think sending a few people can protect the Spirit Clan's Holy Land? You're too naive! Today, I'll first flatten your Trade Alliance, then destroy the Spirit Clan's Holy Land, so you can watch everything you cherish turn to ashes!"

After speaking, Ling Xuan waved his hand, signaling his men to launch a full-scale attack on the Trade Alliance's defensive array. Fifty thousand cultivators simultaneously unleashed their power, their spiritual energy coalescing into a massive attack that blasted towards the array. "Boom!" A deafening roar echoed as the array trembled violently, its surface glow completely dissipating, revealing a huge crack that threatened to collapse at any moment.

Huang Yiming's face darkened. He immediately channeled his spiritual energy into the great formation, shouting, "Qingyue, activate the electric grid and rocket launchers for long-range attacks! Yuling, lead the elite troops out of the formation to confront the allied vanguard! Lingxi, use the power of spiritual plants to repair the formation! Yangxiu, provide logistical support and treat the wounded as needed!"

"yes!"