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

On the desolate plains of the Central Profound Realm, dust billowed as five thousand cultivators from the Heavenly Evolution Sect sped along. Leading them was Ling Feng, clad in white, his expression arrogant, his eyes filled with disdain. He had received intelligence: the Trade Alliance's supply convoy was slow, poorly guarded, and clearly unprepared. By speeding up, he could easily cut off their supplies, achieving a great feat and earning a reward from their ancestor, Ling Xuan.

"Speed ​​up! Catch up with the supply convoy, cut off their food and weapons, and kill all the guards—leave no one alive!" Ling Feng shouted, releasing the aura of a peak early-stage Golden Core cultivator, urging the cultivators behind him to accelerate. The five thousand cultivators responded in unison, increasing their speed once more as they sped towards the supply convoy ahead. Soon, they spotted the Trade Alliance's supply convoy—dozens of wagons loaded with food, weapons, and medical supplies, with only a few hundred guards, who appeared relaxed and unprepared.

"Hahaha, just as expected, completely unprepared!" Ling Feng laughed heartily, a greedy glint in his eyes. "Brothers, charge! Seize the supplies, kill the guards, and when we get back, the Ancestor will surely reward us handsomely!" Before he finished speaking, he was the first to charge forward, his longsword drawn, its sharp sword energy slashing towards the supply team's guards. Seeing this, the guards were terrified and fled in panic, their expressions chaotic, seemingly utterly vulnerable.

Ling Feng grew even more smug, his contempt for Huang Yiming deepening: "Huang Yiming, you're nothing special, even your supply guards are so weak. It seems I'll definitely cut off your retreat today and leave you with no burial place!" Just as all five thousand Tianyan Sect cultivators rushed into the supply team's area, busy seizing supplies and killing guards, a cold voice suddenly echoed across the wasteland: "Ling Feng, you think this is your opportunity? No, this is your grave!"

Before the words were even finished, a large number of cultivators suddenly surged out from both sides of the wasteland. Qin Yuling led three hundred elite warriors from the left, wielding their longswords and unleashing bursts of spiritual energy, slaughtering the unsuspecting Tianyan Sect cultivators; Zi Yao led two hundred Demon Sect disciples from the right, their short blades drawn, their movements swift as ghosts, reaping the lives of the Tianyan Sect cultivators. Ling Feng's expression changed drastically, instantly realizing he had fallen into an ambush, his heart filled with shock and fear: "Not good! We've been tricked! Retreat!"

But it was too late. Huang Yiming's figure appeared out of thin air in the center of the wasteland, unleashing the full pressure of a peak mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, instantly enveloping the entire wasteland. The Tianyan Sect cultivators trembled all over, unable to even stand, and had no way to retreat. They could only passively fight back, with screams rising and falling.

"Ling Feng, you dared to ambush my rear and cut off my supplies! Today, I will make you pay for this in blood!" Huang Yiming's eyes were icy cold. He flashed in front of Ling Feng and struck out with a palm. Ling Feng's face turned pale. He hurriedly swung his sword to defend, but his peak early-stage Golden Core strength was no match for Huang Yiming's peak mid-stage Golden Core power. With a clang, the sword was knocked away by Huang Yiming's palm. Ling Feng was struck by the palm wind, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and staggered backward.

"Impossible! How can you be so strong?" Ling Feng's eyes were filled with disbelief. 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 combat power would be so strong, far exceeding his imagination.

"Nothing is impossible." Huang Yiming sneered, his figure flashing again as he grabbed Ling Feng by the neck and lifted him high. "Your ancestor Ling Xuan killed my envoy, and you dared to ambush my retreat. Today I will cripple your cultivation and then kill you, so that Ling Xuan will know—my bottom line, Huang Yiming's bottom line, cannot be crossed!"

After speaking, Huang Yiming unleashed spiritual energy from his fingertips, channeling it into Ling Feng's body. Ling Feng let out a piercing scream as his golden core shattered instantly, his cultivation completely destroyed, leaving him a cripple. Huang Yiming casually tossed him aside, and Ling Feng crashed heavily to the ground, his aura weak, his eyes vacant, all traces of his previous arrogance gone.

"Kill! Leave no one alive!" Huang Yiming shouted coldly, and Qin Yuling and Ziyao led their men to speed up the slaughter. Five thousand Tianyan Sect cultivators were either killed or surrendered on their knees. In just half an hour, they were completely annihilated, with no one surviving.

Huang Yiming walked to Ling Feng's corpse and searched his body, finding his natal magic weapon, the Xuanbing Jade Pendant—a jade pendant containing rich ice-type spiritual energy and possessing extraordinary power. He stored the jade pendant in his storage space, a smile playing on his lips: This is quite a trophy.

"Yu Ling, Zi Yao, you two take your men to clean up the battlefield and transport the supplies back to the Trade Alliance. I'll go back and meet Qing Yue," Huang Yiming instructed.

"Yes, sir!" Qin Yuling and Ziyao replied in unison.

Huang Yiming flashed back to the Trade Alliance. Meanwhile, Su Qingyue had already set off again, heading to the remaining four sects—the Azure Water Sect, the Burning Heaven Sect, the Green Wood Sect, and the Profound Fire Sect—to continue her enticements. Having witnessed the fate of the Danxia Sect, and with the deterrent effect of Huang Yiming's slaying of Ling Feng and annihilating five thousand cultivators, the sect leaders of the four sects were already filled with fear. Furthermore, they were moved by the modern supplies and high-grade spiritual herbs brought by Su Qingyue, and quickly agreed to defect, joining forces with Huang Yiming to deal with the Heavenly Evolution Sect.

Su Qingyue returned to the Trade Alliance with the four envoys and signed an alliance treaty with Huang Yiming. At this point, the coalition forces were completely divided: seven of the ten major sects had defected, leaving only the Tianyan Sect, the Vajra Sect, and the Hehuan Sect. Among them, the Vajra Sect and the Hehuan Sect were also in a state of panic and wavering.

When the news reached the allied forces, Ling Xuan was enraged. His body surged with malevolent energy, and the black aura on his Demonic Blade grew even thicker, almost engulfing his entire body. He never expected that his personal disciple Ling Feng would be killed by Huang Yiming, that five thousand cultivators would be wiped out, and that seven of the ten major sects would defect to Huang Yiming.

"Huang Yiming! I'm going to kill you!" Ling Xuan roared, his eyes bloodshot, completely losing his mind. Ignoring the advice of the sect leaders of the Vajra Sect and the Joyful Union Sect, he suddenly raised the Demonic Erosion Blade and poured spiritual energy into it. The evil weapon instantly erupted with overwhelming evil energy, and black mist swept across the entire area, crashing towards the Trade Alliance's formation.

"Not good! Ling Xuan has used an ancient evil artifact!" Ling Xi's expression changed drastically. She immediately mobilized the power of spiritual plants to inject into the great formation, trying to resist the attack of evil energy.

With a deafening roar, the evil energy struck the great formation, causing it to tremble violently and its surface glow to dim instantly. A dozen or so cultivators from the two-realm legions within the formation were struck by the evil energy; their bodies turned black, their auras weakened, and they collapsed unconscious on the spot—clearly poisoned by the evil energy.

Huang Yiming's expression darkened, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected this ancient evil artifact to be so powerful, severely damaging the great formation with a single strike and injuring more than a dozen cultivators. Although Lingxi's spiritual plant power could purify the evil energy, it was difficult to completely eliminate it; if Ling Xuan used the evil artifact again, the great formation would definitely be broken, and the two-realm legions would suffer even greater losses.

"Lingxi, immediately treat the injured cultivators and use the power of spiritual plants to temporarily suppress the evil energy within them," Huang Yiming said in a deep voice. "Qingyue, deploy drones to launch a long-range attack on Ling Xuan, interfering with his use of the evil artifact again; Yuling and Ziyao, lead the elite troops to prepare for battle. Once the great formation is broken, immediately launch a frontal counterattack!"

"Yes, sir!" the five women replied in unison, each taking on their assigned duties and quickly getting to work.

Ling Xuan stood at the front of the formation, looking at the panicked legions from both realms within, a ferocious smile on his face: "Huang Yiming, have you felt the power of this evil weapon? Today, I will use this Demonic Corrosion Blade to flatten your Trade Alliance, and slaughter you, the five women, and all the defecting sects, making you pay a heavy price!"

Standing atop the city wall, Huang Yiming gazed at Ling Xuan's ferocious face, a cold glint in his eyes. He knew Ling Xuan had gone completely mad and would undoubtedly unleash an even more ferocious attack using the evil weapon. The Demon Abyss Token in his hand seemed to have some connection to the Demon-Eroding Blade—perhaps the Demon Abyss Token held the key to breaking the evil weapon. However, he still didn't know what secrets the Demon Abyss Token concealed, or why this ancient evil weapon contained such a dense concentration of malevolent energy.