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

Outside the Trade Alliance's grand formation, the oppressive aura of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator was almost tangible, causing the very air to stagnate. Ling Xuan, his white robes fluttering, stood before the 100,000-strong allied army, his aged face filled with arrogance. His voice, amplified by spiritual energy, reverberated across the land, each word like a knife: "Huang Yiming, quickly hand over the Interdimensional Communication System and offer Qin Yuling and the other five women to the allied army, and I might spare your life; otherwise, today I will raze the Trade Alliance to the ground, massacre the Spirit Clan's sacred land, and make you watch everything you cherish turn to ashes!"

Inside the formation, Huang Yiming stood atop the city wall, clad in a black, close-fitting outfit. His face was calm, but his eyes held a cold, sharp glint. His fingertips rubbed the Demon Abyss Token at his waist—a treasure seized from the remnants of the Black Stone Sect in the previous volume. At the time, he only knew it could store items, but now he thought it might be closely related to the ancient evil artifact Ling Xuan had mentioned. The five goddesses beside him wore solemn expressions: Qin Yuling's hand gripping her longsword was slightly pale; though her injuries hadn't healed, her fighting spirit remained undiminished; Ling Xi's brows were furrowed, the power of her spiritual plants quietly circulating around her, constantly worried about the safety of the Spirit Clan's holy land; Yang Xiu held a logistics list in her hand, her eyes resolute, having made thorough preparations for the allocation of supplies.

"Ling Xuan, you have quite the nerve." Huang Yiming's voice wasn't loud, but it pierced through Ling Xuan's oppressive aura and clearly reached the front of the allied forces. "With your 100,000 rabble, you think you can flatten my Trade Alliance? You think you can seize my system? You're just dreaming."

Ling Xuan sneered, a sinister aura surging around him, clearly indicating his murderous intent: "Stubborn fool! Since you refuse to surrender, then don't blame me for being impolite—within three days, I will surely raze this mortal camp you've built!"

Huang Yiming smiled faintly, turned to look at Su Qingyue beside him, and said in a gentle but firm tone, "Qingyue, it's up to you now. The Qingfeng Sect, Liuyun Sect, and Baicao Sect are already weak, and have been oppressed by the Tianyan Sect for a long time. Take enough modern supplies and high-grade spiritual herbs to see their sect leaders and tell them: as long as they are willing to switch sides, I will reach a permanent cross-world trade agreement with them, share modern technology and cultivation opportunities, and even help them improve their overall sect cultivation."

Su Qingyue nodded, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes: "Don't worry, Yiming, I will definitely handle it. However, these three sects are afraid of the power of the Tianyan Sect, so I need to take a few Demon Sect disciples to protect them secretly, in case of any unforeseen circumstances."

"Okay, have five top disciples of the Ziyao Sect follow you. They must remain hidden the entire time. If there is any danger, send me a message immediately," Huang Yiming instructed, his tone full of concern. "Be careful in everything you do. I'll be waiting for you to come back."

Su Qingyue felt a warmth in her heart, nodded in agreement, and quickly turned to leave, her figure disappearing outside the great formation in no time. At the same time, Huang Yiming looked at Zi Yao and said in a deep voice, "Zi Yao, you lead two thousand Demon Sect disciples to secretly circle around to the rear of the allied forces, launch a surprise attack on their supply camp, burn the supplies, and cut off their retreat. Remember, a swift victory is essential; do not linger in battle."

"Your subordinate obeys!" A strange smile flashed in Zi Yao's eyes as she bowed and accepted the order. She then turned to gather the disciples of the Demon Sect and disappeared into the night.

Standing at the front of the formation, Ling Xuan was furious to see Huang Yiming delaying his attack and instead sending two people to act separately. He ordered the allied cultivators to take turns attacking the formation, but they were blocked by the aura of the technological immortal cultivation formation and couldn't even scratch its surface. Ling Xuan's face grew increasingly grim—he hadn't expected that Huang Yiming, a mere mortal, could set up such a powerful defensive formation.

As night fell, Su Qingyue arrived safely at the Qingfeng Sect camp. Thanks to the abundant supplies and enticing offers, she quickly met the Qingfeng Sect Master. Faced with the pure white salt, fine sugar, antibiotics capable of healing serious injuries, and several thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, the Qingfeng Sect Master's eyes lit up, his face filled with emotion. He had long been dissatisfied with the oppression of the Tianyan Sect, but was forced to join the Allied Forces due to the Tianyan Sect's strength; now that Huang Yiming had extended an olive branch, he was naturally very tempted.

"Don't worry, Miss Su, my Qingfeng Sect is willing to defect and join forces with the Trade Alliance to deal with the Tianyan Sect!" The Qingfeng Sect Master immediately declared. He then summoned the sect masters of Liuyun Sect and Baicao Sect. After discussing the matter, the three of them unanimously decided to secretly defect and cooperate with Huang Yiming from within, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Su Qingyue was overjoyed and immediately ordered the three sects to send envoys to accompany her back to the Trade Alliance to sign an alliance treaty with Huang Yiming. However, she never expected that the three's conspiracy had already been discovered by Ling Xuan's spies planted in the three sects, and the news reached Ling Xuan's ears immediately.

Upon learning the news, Ling Xuan was enraged. His imposing aura intensified, and he immediately ordered, "Useless trash! A bunch of opportunistic traitors! Pass on my orders: intercept and kill the envoys of the three sects, and hang their heads before the allied forces to intimidate all other sects! Anyone who dares to harbor disloyal thoughts will suffer the same fate!"

Late at night, Su Qingyue, leading the envoys from the three sects, was speeding towards the Trade Alliance when they were suddenly ambushed by a group of Tianyan Sect cultivators. Leading them was an early-stage Golden Core elder from the Tianyan Sect, wielding a long sword, his eyes icy: "Su Qingyue, envoys from the three sects, you colluded with traitors and betrayed the Allied Forces. Today is your death day!"

Su Qingyue's expression changed drastically. She immediately ordered the Demonic Sect disciples to escort the envoys to retreat, while she drew her sword to fight. However, the enemy outnumbered them and had a Golden Core cultivator in the early stage. Although the Demonic Sect disciples fought valiantly, they were unable to withstand the onslaught. In a short while, the three envoys were killed, their heads severed and held high.

"Go back and tell Huang Yiming, this is the consequence of betraying me!" The elder of the Tianyan Sect sneered and led his men away.

Looking at the envoy's corpse, Su Qingyue's eyes were filled with guilt and anger. She quickly cleaned up the mess and led the remaining Demon Sect disciples back to the Trade Alliance, reporting the whole story to Huang Yiming.

Upon hearing this, Huang Yiming's spiritual energy surged violently, and the oppressive aura of a peak mid-stage Golden Core cultivator swept across the entire area. A raging fury flashed in his eyes: "Ling Xuan, you dared to kill my envoy! I will make you pay a terrible price!"

Seeing this, the five women stepped forward to comfort him. Qin Yuling said softly, "Yiming, calm down. Ling Xuan's move is to intimidate the sects and thwart our plan to divide them. We cannot fall into his trap."

Huang Yiming took a deep breath to suppress his anger, a calculating glint in his eyes. He knew that while Ling Xuan's killing of the envoys had intimidated the other sects, it had also made them wary—if Ling Xuan could easily kill three sect envoys today, tomorrow any sect that didn't please him would suffer an even worse fate. This might be his chance.

"You're right, we can't fall into their trap." Huang Yiming's tone returned to calm, his eyes resolute. "Qingyue, thank you for your hard work. Go and rest now. Tomorrow we'll take action ourselves and let Ling Xuan know that my men are not so easy to kill."

The night was deep, but the lights of the Trade Alliance remained bright. Huang Yiming stood atop the city wall, gazing towards the allied camp, a cold glint in his eyes. He knew that Ling Xuan's intimidation was only temporary, and the internal conflicts within the allied forces could not be concealed in the end. What he didn't know was that Ling Xuan hadn't stopped after killing the envoy; he was secretly mobilizing troops, preparing for a large-scale attack on the Trade Alliance the following morning to break through their defenses in one fell swoop.