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

The morning wind, carrying the smell of gunpowder, swept through the entire Qin Family Fortress. The atmosphere inside and outside the city gates was extremely tense, as if the air itself had solidified. More than fifty disciples of the Black Stone Sect stood in a square formation, their spiritual energy surging, their weapons gleaming coldly, exuding a menacing aura. The Qin Family Fortress guards, armed with swords and spears, stood with their backs against the city wall. Although outnumbered, they showed no fear under the influence of Huang Yiming's aura.

The Black Stone Sect Master stood with his hands behind his back, his sinister gaze fixed on Huang Yiming on the city wall, his eyes filled with greed and murderous intent: "Huang Yiming, you are just a mortal, and you dare to provoke my Black Stone Sect by luck in possessing a few broken magic artifacts? You're simply courting death! Today, I will raze Qin Family Fortress to the ground, tear you to pieces, and seize all your treasures!"

"Sect Master is mighty! Crush Qin Family Fortress and capture Huang Yiming alive!" The Black Stone Sect disciples shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens, and their spiritual energy fluctuations grew stronger, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

Qin Cang stood beside Huang Yiming, his face pale and palms sweating. The pressure from the seventh level of Qi Refining made it hard for him to breathe. Qin Hu gripped his broadsword tightly, his whole body tense, yet he still stood in front of Huang Yiming. Qin Yuling drew her sword, her cold face filled with determination, her eyes fixed on the Black Stone Sect Master, ready to fight to the death at any moment.

Yang Xiu held tightly to Huang Yiming's sleeve, her small face showing no fear, but rather a resolute expression. She looked up at the powerful young man beside her, feeling incredibly at ease—no matter what danger she faced, as long as he was there, she had nothing to fear.

Huang Yiming raised his hand, signaling everyone to step back. He strode alone to the front of the city wall, his white robes fluttering in the wind. The interplay of spiritual energy and the chilling aura of his weapons created a unique and oppressive presence. He looked down at the Black Stone Sect members with indifferent eyes, his tone icy and fearless: "You think you can raze Qin Family Fortress and take my life?"

"Arrogance!" The Black Stone Sect Master roared in fury, his spiritual energy surging, a pale blue aura swirling around him. "Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish! All disciples, listen to my command: attack the city!"

At a command, the Black Stone Sect disciples unleashed their spells, unleashing a deluge of wind blades, fireballs, and ice spikes that rained down on the Qin Family Fortress walls. The sheer volume of spells blotted out the sky, their power astonishing. Qin Cang and the others paled, hastily preparing to defend themselves, but their mortal bodies were simply no match for so many spells.

At this critical moment, Huang Yiming's eyes sharpened. He first raised his hand to cast a [Spiritual Qi Shield], and a pale white spiritual energy barrier instantly enveloped the entire city wall, blocking the first wave of magical attacks. Immediately afterward, he pulled an automatic rifle from his storage space, held it with one hand, and with swift and decisive movements, aimed the muzzle at the Black Stone Sect disciples below the city.

"Xiuxiu, Miss Qin, protect yourselves," Huang Yiming commanded in a deep voice, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger. "Rat-a-tat-tat!" The deafening barrage of gunfire rained down on the Black Stone Sect disciples, their spiritual energy utterly unable to stop the metal bullets. The front-row Black Stone Sect disciples were instantly struck and fell to the ground, screaming in agony. The once orderly formation instantly descended into chaos, panic spreading rapidly. "What...what kind of magical artifact is this!" The Black Stone Sect Master's face changed drastically. Looking at his disciples, who had suffered heavy casualties in an instant, he was filled with shock and fear—he had never seen such a powerful treasure before. A weapon of mortals could actually crush cultivators. Huang Yiming stood tall, gun in hand, his body surrounded by spiritual energy, bullets and spiritual energy intertwining to form a deadly defensive line. He controlled the rifle, firing while simultaneously channeling spiritual energy to protect himself. His eyes were cold, his movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, showcasing the ultimate satisfaction of feigning weakness to outmaneuver strength. "Impossible! You're clearly just a mortal, how could you possess such a powerful magical artifact and even cultivate to become an immortal!" The Black Stone Sect Master roared, staring at Huang Yiming in disbelief, his composure completely shattered. Huang Yiming's lips curled into a cold smile, his tone domineering and chilling, his voice carrying spiritual energy that resonated throughout the entire area: "There are many things in this world you haven't seen. Since you insist on courting death, then today, I will grant your wish!" He tossed his rifle to Qin Hu behind him, ordering, "Hold your ground." Then, he leaped from the city wall, landing steadily on the ground, a revolver in one hand, and walked straight towards the Black Stone Sect Master. Each step he took felt like stepping on the hearts of everyone present; his aura was overwhelming, and no one dared to stand in his way. The Black Stone Sect disciples retreated in terror, seeing Huang Yiming as a demon god, all will to fight gone, and they fled in disarray. The Black Stone Sect Master, seeing Huang Yiming approaching and then glancing at his scattered disciples, turned deathly pale and trembled, all his previous arrogance gone. Yang Xiu, Qin Yuling, Qin Cang, and others stood on the city wall, their eyes filled with admiration and awe as they looked at Huang Yiming's domineering figure. The Qin family guards shouted loudly, their morale soaring, completely suppressing the Black Stone Sect's arrogance. Huang Yiming walked up to the Black Stone Sect Master, pressed the muzzle of his gun against his forehead, his eyes icy: "Remember, in your next life, don't mess with the wrong people." [Ding! Finally, the show-off was successful! The Black Stone Sect's morale collapsed, and the host achieved a godlike comeback! The first volume's plot has come to a perfect end, unlocking the second volume's permissions: Dual Transmigration Shop opened, high-level cultivation techniques dropped, and the Immortal Servant advancement channel activated.] The gunshot was about to ring out, the Black Stone Sect Master's face filled with despair, and all eyes were focused on Huang Yiming. He turned to look at Yang Xiu, whose eyes were filled with worry, on the city wall, then glanced at the Qin family members behind him, a confident smile playing on his lips. Greater opportunities, stronger enemies, and deeper emotional bonds awaited him in the second volume. At this moment, all he needed to do was end the crisis before him and begin his own legendary journey of dual-transmigration cultivation. Below the city, the air crackled with fear. The Black Stone Sect Master trembled, his arrogance completely replaced by terror. His disciples scattered and fled, their initial arrogance long gone. Cheers erupted from the city wall. Yang Xiu covered his mouth, weeping with joy. Qin Yuling slowly loosened her grip on her sword, her cool eyes filled with relief. Huang Yiming stood with his spear, his backlit figure gilded by the rising sun. System notifications flooded the screen, his bravado and reputation soaring—from an ordinary boy who failed his college entrance exams to a god-like figure in another world, his path to success reached its peak at this moment. Before the gunshots had even faded, the legend had already begun. The first volume has come to a successful close, and even more exciting double transmigration, cultivation advancement, and deepening emotions are about to unfold in the second volume.