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

Inside the main hall, Huang Yiming asked everyone to leave—including Yang Xiu, who had been constantly by his side, and the extremely anxious Qin Yuling. Only the unconscious Qin Cang and Huang Yiming remained in the large room. Huang Yiming locked the door, and after confirming no one was watching, immediately took out a medical kit from his storage space.

Medical alcohol, iodine, antibiotic capsules, hemostatic and anti-inflammatory powder, antidote tablets, and disposable syringes—these medical supplies, readily available in modern times, are life-saving elixirs in this fantasy world. Without the slightest delay, he first used alcohol to clean Qin Cang's chest wound, gently removing the festering, rotten flesh with delicate yet efficient movements.

After cleaning the wound, Huang Yiming evenly sprinkled anti-inflammatory powder on it, bandaged it with gauze, then pried open Qin Cang's mouth and fed him antibiotics and antidote tablets, which he then swallowed with warm water. Having done all this, he stood by the bedside, intently watching Qin Cang's face, his palms slightly sweaty—this was the first time he had used so much modern medicine in this other world; if it was ineffective, not only would Qin Cang die, but he himself would also be in dire straits.

Time ticked by, and the anxious pacing of Qin Yuling and the whispers of the elders could be heard outside the door. Half an hour later, Qin Cang, whose face had been dark and whose breath had been weak, frowned slightly, the black blood from the corner of his mouth stopped, and his breathing became more steady.

An hour later, Qin Cang's face gradually changed from dark black to bluish-white, and the festering wound stopped spreading and oozing no more black blood. Two hours later, Qin Cang slowly opened his eyes. Although still weak, he had regained consciousness. Looking at Huang Yiming by the bedside, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Young Master Huang... I... I'm still alive?"

Huang Yiming finally breathed a sigh of relief, a faint smile appearing on his lips: "Fortress Master, the poison has been neutralized. Rest well for a few days and you will be fully recovered."

Qin Cang stared in shock at the neatly bandaged wound on his chest, feeling the poison dissipate from his body. He knew all too well the power of the Seven Deadly Poisons; even cultivators from nearby sects were helpless against it. Huang Yiming had saved his life in just two hours—it was practically a miracle!

He struggled to get up to express his gratitude, but Huang Yiming held him down: "The Lord of the Fortress is weak and should not move around. Resting is the key." Huang Yiming opened the door, and Qin Yuling, Yang Xiu, Qin Hu, and a group of elders rushed in instantly.

Qin Yuling rushed to the bedside and, seeing her father awake, burst into tears of joy: "Dad! You're awake! That's wonderful, you're finally awake!" Qin Cang patted his daughter's hand, looked at Huang Yiming, and said with gratitude, "Thanks to Young Master Huang's miraculous medicine, otherwise I would be dead."

Everyone stared in disbelief at the conscious Qin Cang and his intact chest wound. The physicians who had previously declared Qin Cang dead were even more astonished, crowding around the bed to examine him repeatedly, muttering to themselves, "Impossible, absolutely impossible! The Seven Deadly Poisons have actually been cured! This...this is a celestial elixir!"

The elders who had previously advocated surrender and complained about Huang Yiming turned pale and then flushed, their expressions instantly changing. They swarmed before Huang Yiming, fawning and bowing: "Young Master Huang is truly a divine being descended to earth! This miraculous medicine saved our lives! We were blind to your greatness and have offended you greatly. Please forgive us!" "Young Master, you are incredibly powerful. With you here, Qin Family Fortress will surely be impregnable, and the bandits of Qushan will be nothing to fear!" "Young Master, your great kindness and virtue will never be forgotten. We are willing to obey your commands in the future and will never have any disloyalty!"

The elders, initially arrogant but now obsequious, changed their tune faster than flipping through a book, their fawning manner almost comical. Qin Hu rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "They were shouting for surrender just now, and now they're sucking up. Shameless." His voice wasn't too loud, just enough for the elders to hear, and they all looked embarrassed, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

Huang Yiming calmly observed all of this, ignoring the obsequious elders, and turned to Qin Yuling, saying, "Miss Qin, the fortress lord is out of danger. You stay and take care of him. You will temporarily take charge of the city's defenses and continue the defense according to the previous plan. I will go to the city tower to oversee the situation."

Qin Yuling nodded emphatically, her eyes filled with gratitude and admiration as she looked at Huang Yiming. At this moment, he was an omnipotent savior in her eyes, someone she could entrust her trust and even her life to. Yang Xiu also stepped forward and said softly, "Young master, I've brewed some ginseng soup. Please drink it before going to the city tower."

Huang Yiming took the ginseng soup and drank it all in one gulp. The warmth flowed through his body, and most of his fatigue disappeared. He quickly climbed the city wall. At this moment, the bandits took advantage of the fortress lord's critical illness and launched another fierce attack. Several bandits had already climbed the city wall, and the guards were retreating step by step.

"Young Master Huang is here! The Lord of the Fortress has been revived by Young Master Huang!" Someone shouted, and the guards on the city wall instantly perked up. Their scattered morale was restored, and they looked at Huang Yiming with admiration and awe, shouting back in response.

Huang Yiming picked up a powerful crossbow, aimed it at the bandit leader scaling the city wall, his eyes sharp, and his voice echoed throughout the city tower: "With me here, Qin Family Fortress will never fall! Kill!"

The guards' morale soared, and they charged at the bandits, brandishing their weapons. The improved crossbows once again proved their power, instantly shattering the bandits' offensive and driving them back once more. The bandit leader below the city wall watched this scene with fury, but there was nothing he could do. He could only order a temporary retreat to regroup and fight again later.

After this battle, Huang Yiming became the savior of Qin Family Fortress, his prestige soaring to new heights. No one in the fortress dared to disobey him, even the most stubborn elders treated him with utmost respect. The fat elder, beaming, even brought a basket of cured meat to his door, his face full of smiles: "Young Master Huang, this is my family's treasured cured meat. Please nourish yourself; from now on, we'll listen to you in all matters of the fortress!" Qin Hu snatched the cured meat, scoffing, "Why didn't you do this earlier? Too late to be so eager to please!" The elder awkwardly rubbed his hands, forcing a smile; the scene was both comical and satisfying. Huang Yiming didn't bother to argue, his gaze fixed on Black Wind Ridge, a cold glint in his eyes—the bandit leader had suffered a great loss and would surely be driven to desperation; even greater trouble lay ahead.