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

The wind in the open space by the city gate suddenly became biting. The two Qi Refining cultivators from the Black Stone Sect, their spiritual energy surging and their gray robes fluttering, glared at Huang Yiming with furious rage at being provoked by a mortal, their earlier apprehension completely gone. The triangular-eyed cultivator in the lead, clutching his bleeding cheek, stared venomously at the black iron lump in Huang Yiming's hand, hissing, "What an arrogant mortal! How dare you injure someone from my Black Stone Sect! Today, I won't be satisfied until I grind you to dust!"

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist, and a pale blue wind blade condensed at his fingertips. The fluctuation of spiritual energy was visible to the naked eye, and the surrounding air was torn apart, producing a piercing sound. The other cultivator also made his move at the same time, and crimson flames emerged from his palm. The two spells went straight for Huang Yiming's face one after the other, and their speed was so fast that they were just afterimages.

"Young Master, be careful!" Yang Xiu exclaimed, instinctively rushing to Huang Yiming's side. Her small body stood straight, and even though she was trembling all over, she didn't take a single step back. She had only just entered the first level of Body Refinement and was like an ant in front of Qi Refining cultivators, yet she still used all her strength to protect the person behind her, her clear eyes filled with determination.

"Xiuxiu, get out of the way!" Huang Yiming reacted quickly, pulling Yang Xiu back into his arms and protecting her behind him. His right hand firmly gripped the pistol at his waist, and his eyes instantly changed from aloof to sharp as a knife. He didn't panic at all. His instincts as a military enthusiast from his previous life were awakened. He slightly raised his wrist, and the muzzle of the gun accurately locked onto the oncoming wind blade without the slightest hesitation.

Qin Cang turned deathly pale with fright, his legs trembling. How could mortals possibly withstand the magic of cultivators? He instinctively closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight of Huang Yiming being torn to pieces. Qin Hu clenched his fists, wanting to rush forward to save them, but was trapped by the pressure of the magic and unable to move. Qin Yuling drew her sword, her usually cold face filled with anxiety, but her speed was no match for the magic, and she could only watch helplessly as two deadly attacks approached.

[Beep! Deadly crisis detected, triggering stress buff, marksmanship accuracy maxed out! Host, don't be afraid, firearms are the best way to deal with fancy stuff, just go for it!] The system's cheeky notification sounded, and Huang Yiming's lips curled up slightly as he pulled the trigger hard with his index finger.

"Bang!"

A deafening gunshot ripped through the sky, even more piercing than the sound of a cultivator's spell. The bullet, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, hurtled out, striking the azure wind blade with pinpoint accuracy at a speed far exceeding that of magic. The metal bullet tore through the spiritual energy barrier, its momentum undiminished as it flew towards the triangular-eyed cultivator. Immediately afterward, Huang Yiming flicked his wrist, firing another shot. The second bullet shattered the crimson flames, grazed another cultivator's ear, struck the stone wall behind him, and shattered into countless fragments.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and the entire place was deathly silent.

The triangular-eyed cultivator froze on the spot, feeling the strong wind on his cheek. His hair stood on end, and cold sweat instantly soaked his robes. He looked down at his dissipating spiritual energy, then at the pistol in Huang Yiming's hand. His legs trembled uncontrollably; his previous arrogance vanished, replaced by utter terror in his eyes. The other cultivator was even worse off, collapsing to the ground, staring at the smoking gun barrel, too weak to even stand.

"This, this is impossible! How could a mortal break a cultivation technique!" The triangular-eyed cultivator screamed, his voice trembling. He had lived for decades and had never seen such a bizarre "immortal artifact." It could not only injure people but also resist spiritual energy spells. This was something that no mortal could possess.

Huang Yiming stood tall and straight, gun in hand, his white robes spotless. He looked at the two cultivators with indifferent eyes, his tone as cold as ice: "So what if you're a cultivator? Before me, you can't afford the price of arrogance." He deliberately slowed his speech, each word like a heavy hammer blow to the cultivators' hearts, perfectly maintaining the aloof persona of a reclusive master. In reality, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he hadn't missed, otherwise he would have been finished today.

Yang Xiu peeked out from his arms, her little face full of adoration, her bright eyes fixed on Huang Yiming, radiating an aura of "My young master is invincible." Qin Cang slowly opened his eyes, and seeing the unharmed Huang Yiming and the disheveled cultivator, he froze on the spot, then his face lit up with wild joy. Qin Yuling's grip on her sword tightened slightly, a hint of shock flashing in her cool eyes. Her gaze towards Huang Yiming became increasingly complex, containing curiosity, admiration, and a subtle, almost imperceptible emotion.

[Ding! Successfully played dumb to fool others! Your bravado has skyrocketed, the Qin family's respect for you has reached its peak, and the Black Stone Sect cultivators' mentality has collapsed.] The system's notification sound was full of excitement.

Huang Yiming took a step forward, slightly raising the muzzle of his gun to aim at the triangular-eyed cultivator's forehead. His tone was calm yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "Now, do you still want my treasure?"

The triangular-eyed cultivator trembled, shook his head hastily, and scrambled backward, begging for mercy: "No, I dare not! I was blind and offended you, sir! Please spare my life!" At this moment, he had lost all his arrogance as a cultivator. In the face of this strange magical artifact, his cultivation was utterly insignificant.

"Get lost." Huang Yiming coldly spat out a single word, his tone full of impatience.

The triangular-eyed cultivator, feeling as if he'd been granted a pardon, scrambled to his feet to help his companion and ran towards the city gates without looking back. He stopped after running several dozen meters, turning back with venomous fury and roaring, "Huang Yiming, Qin Family Fortress, you just wait! I'm going back to the sect to report to the sect leader, and I'll make sure you're all crushed and made to pay for your blood debts!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two used their movement techniques and instantly disappeared into the distant mountains and forests.

Huang Yiming slowly holstered his pistol, subtly rubbing his numb wrist—he had fired too hard, the impact making his hand ache. He turned to the stunned crowd and said casually, "A few clowns, not worth mentioning."

Qin Cang was the first to react, quickly stepping forward and bowing deeply to Huang Yiming, his voice trembling with excitement: "Mr. Huang is truly a divine being! Thank you so much for saving us, the entire Qin Family Fortress!" He then turned to the Qin family members behind him and shouted, "Hurry up and thank Mr. Huang!"

"Thank you so much, Mr. Huang, for saving our lives!" The Qin family guards and servants all knelt down and shouted loudly. Their voices were deafening. Their eyes were full of admiration and awe when they looked at Huang Yiming. No one treated him as an ordinary outsider anymore.

Huang Yiming raised his hand to signal everyone to stand up, his gaze turning towards the direction of the Black Stone Sect, his eyes slightly darkening. He knew this was just the beginning; the Black Stone Sect Master would never let this go, and an even greater crisis was quietly approaching.

He calmly shoved the pistol back into his waistband, the trigger still twitching in his fingertip. His outward appearance was nonchalant, but his mind raced: if even Qi Refining cultivators were this difficult to deal with, the sect leader's arrival would be extremely dangerous. He had to solidify his strength and stabilize the Qin family's camp as quickly as possible. Yang Xiu noticed his tense expression and quietly grasped his sleeve, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Young Master, don't be afraid, Xiu Xiu will always be with you." Her soft voice instantly soothed his anxiety. Huang Yiming looked down into the girl's clear eyes, and the pity in his heart completely transformed into a resolute protective instinct. Qin Cang, observing the situation, immediately ordered his servants to prepare a secret room and spiritual tea, respectfully inviting Huang Yiming inside to discuss the preparations for battle. The awe-inspiring gazes of everyone present solidified his superior status in Qin Family Fortress.