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

Inside the imperial palace of the Great Ming Dynasty, on the dragon throne, Huang Yiming, clad in a black-gold dragon-patterned imperial robe, exuded a faint yet powerful aura of a peak early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. His cold gaze swept over the kneeling civil and military officials below. Just three days after his coronation ceremony, he implemented a policy of dual-realm integration—building modern schools and hospitals in the mortal realm of the Azure Netherworld to improve basic public services; and selecting a location on the outskirts of the city to create the first cultivation academy, allowing ordinary people to also embark on the path to immortality.

This was originally a benevolent act that would benefit both realms, but within a single day, a storm arose. Hurried footsteps sounded outside the hall. Yang Xiu, dressed in a light purple palace gown, her brows furrowed with anxiety, strode into the hall, curtsied, and said, "Your Majesty, cultivators in the southwest region of the Azure Netherworld are causing trouble, spreading rumors that modern technology will pollute spiritual energy. They have also destroyed the supply transfer station we just built. Many low-level cultivators have been incited and have begun to resist the fusion."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qin Yuling, clad in silver armor and wielding a long spear, strode in, her voice ringing out: "Your Majesty, I have ascertained that the troublemakers are remnants of the former Qingyun Sect and Black Stone Sect! Back then, when we destroyed the two sects (foreshadowing in Volumes 3 and 6), they escaped by sheer luck. Now, they have colluded with several established forces in the city, not only inciting cultivators but also ambushing and killing three batches of dual-realm supply transport teams. Su Qingyue has already sent an urgent report."

Huang Yiming lightly tapped the armrest of the dragon throne with his fingertips, his eyes growing colder. The Qingyun Sect had bullied him and the Qin Family Fortress in the mortal realm, only to be severely wounded by his firearms (Volume 3); the Black Stone Sect had colluded with bandits to repeatedly disrupt trade between the two realms (Volume 6)—and these remnants of the two sects dared to cause trouble again. Even more infuriating was that the forces in the city had obstructed his rise to power in every way possible (Volume 3, Urban Business Wars), and now, seeing him ascend to the pinnacle of dual-realm supremacy, they remained undeterred, secretly colluding with remnants of the other world in an attempt to sabotage the fusion of the two realms.

"Your Majesty, I request permission to lead the combined forces of the two realms to suppress them and eradicate these remnants!" Qin Yuling knelt on one knee, her determination to fight unwavering. Yang Xiu added softly, "I have prepared healing pills and logistical supplies, ready to support the front lines at any time."

Huang Yiming slowly rose, his imperial robes fluttering in the wind: "No need, I will go myself." His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. "These remnants are a threat if left unchecked. Let's finish them off today to deter those who are eager to cause trouble."

A moment later, Huang Yiming appeared at the former site of the southwest supply transfer station in the Qingming Realm. The place was in a mess; storage boxes were smashed, modern medicines and refined salt were scattered all over the ground, and several guards responsible for guarding the area lay in pools of blood. Around them, hundreds of low-level cultivators were gathered, led by an old man in a gray robe, who was none other than Xuan Chen, the former elder of the Qingyun Sect—the remnant leader who had been defeated by Huang Yiming and had managed to escape.

Xuan Chen saw Huang Yiming arrive alone, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, before he laughed arrogantly: "Huang Yiming, you loser who failed your college entrance exam (foreshadowing in Volume 1), you relied on a broken system and some crooked weapons to luckily ascend to the supreme position, and you dare to promote some kind of dual-realm fusion? It's utterly delusional!"

He raised his hand and incited the surrounding cultivators: "Fellow Daoists, look! The 'strange skills and ingenious tricks' this brat brought have begun to pollute the spiritual energy of our Azure Netherworld. If this continues, our cultivation will be ruined! Why don't we follow me, kill this brat, and reclaim our pure land of cultivation!"

The surrounding cultivators, incited, roared angrily and raised their magical artifacts to surround Huang Yiming. Huang Yiming's lips curled into a cold smile. He deliberately suppressed his aura, pretending to be unsteady on his feet, and paused slightly as if he could not hold on.

Seeing this, Xuan Chen's disdain deepened: "What? You've been sitting on the throne for so long that you can't even handle this little scene anymore? Back then, you ambushed me with a pistol (foreshadowing in Volume 3), and today I'll make sure you die a horrible death!" With that, he channeled his remaining late-stage Golden Core cultivation, wielding his longsword and thrusting it toward Huang Yiming's heart. The sword wind was fierce, carrying a chilling aura.

Just as the longsword was about to touch Huang Yiming's clothes, a cold light flashed in Huang Yiming's eyes, and the pressure of a peak early Nascent Soul cultivator erupted without reservation, sweeping across the entire area like a tsunami. The surrounding cultivators were instantly overwhelmed by the pressure, their legs went weak, and they all knelt on the ground, their faces filled with terror, no longer daring to make the slightest move.

Xuan Chen's expression changed drastically, his pupils contracted sharply, and his long sword stopped abruptly in mid-air. He trembled all over: "Yuan... Nascent Soul stage? Impossible! How could you break through to the Nascent Soul stage so quickly?" When he met Huang Yiming back then, the other party was only at the Foundation Establishment stage. In just a few years, he had already stepped into the Nascent Soul stage. This speed was simply unbelievable.

"What you can't do doesn't mean I can't do it." Huang Yiming's tone was icy. He raised his hand and a modified laser gun appeared in his hand, the muzzle pointed at Xuan Chen. "Back then, you bullied Qin Family Fortress and harmed innocent cultivators (foreshadowing in Volume 3). Today is your death day."

Xuan Chen's face turned deathly pale. He turned to flee, but Huang Yiming's spiritual energy bound him, rendering him unable to move. "Huang Yiming, you can't kill me! I have the support of the myriad realms. If you kill me, they will never let you go!" he roared hysterically, trying to threaten Huang Yiming with the power of the myriad realms.

Huang Yiming scoffed, and without the slightest hesitation, pulled the trigger. A laser flashed, and Xuan Chen's body was instantly pierced, his golden core shattered, and he died on the spot. The surrounding kneeling cultivators trembled with fear, repeatedly kowtowing and begging for mercy: "Your Majesty, spare our lives! We were incited by treacherous people; we had no intention of being your enemy!"

"I will not kill the innocent." Huang Yiming put away his laser gun, his oppressive aura lessening slightly. "But from this day forward, anyone who dares to obstruct the fusion of the two realms or collude with external enemies will suffer the same fate as Xuan Chen!"

"We dare not! We are willing to follow the Supreme One and promote the fusion of the two realms!" All the cultivators shouted in unison, their voices filled with awe.

At this moment, Qin Yuling arrived with her guards. Seeing that the situation had been stabilized, she stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, I have not failed in my mission. I have already sent people to encircle and suppress the colluding forces in the city. Su Qingyue has also sent word that the safety of the supply transport team has been guaranteed."

Huang Yiming nodded, his gaze falling on Xuan Chen's corpse, and gestured for the guards to search it. A moment later, the guards took out a black token from Xuan Chen's storage bag. The token was engraved with strange patterns and exuded a cold, evil aura.

Huang Yiming took the token, and the moment his fingertips touched it, his expression changed drastically. This evil aura was exactly the same as the demonic mark on the patriarch of the Tianyan Sect back then (foreshadowing in Volume 8)! The Tianyan Sect colluded with the demons in an attempt to seize the system, but was destroyed by him. Now, Xuan Chen has a token of the Myriad Realms Evil Cultivator that is of the same origin as the demons. Could it be that the Myriad Realms Evil Cultivator has already infiltrated the Qingming Realm?

Yang Xiu arrived at this moment, handing over healing pills and saying softly, "Your Majesty, thank you for your hard work. This token has a strange and malevolent aura; you must handle it with care." Her eyes were full of concern. Ever since Huang Yiming redeemed her with bread in the first volume, she had been by his side, witnessing him grow from an ordinary person who failed the college entrance exam to a supreme being in two realms. She had long regarded him as the entirety of her life.

Huang Yiming carefully put away the token, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes: "This matter is not simple. The evil cultivators from the myriad realms behind Xuan Chen are probably quite powerful. Yu Ling, continue to wipe out the remnants of the two sects, making sure to eliminate them completely; Xiu'er, go back and organize the internal affairs, and closely monitor the movements in various parts of the Qingming Realm; as for Qing Yue, have her keep an eye on the remnants of the urban forces, and be wary of them colluding with foreign enemies again."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" the group responded in unison, each taking on their assigned duties and quickly getting to work.

Huang Yiming stood at the site of the former supply transfer station, gazing at the distant horizon, the black token in his hand slightly warm. He knew that the path to the fusion of the two realms would not be smooth sailing, and this token was merely the beginning; a crisis concerning the survival of both realms was quietly brewing.