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

Two Black Stone Sect cultivators landed beside the bandit leader, looking down at the Qin Family Fortress city gate with contemptuous eyes and disdainful expressions. Their spiritual energy surged, displaying an air of superiority. The leader, a man with a goatee, dressed in a Taoist robe and holding a whisk, spoke coldly: "You mortal bandits dare to oppose the Black Stone Sect! Quickly hand over Huang Yiming and the rare item, or I can annihilate this fortress with a flick of my finger!"

The bandit leader hurriedly bowed and saluted, his face full of obsequiousness: "Two immortals, it is indeed Huang Yiming who possesses a strange magical artifact and killed my brother. We beg you, immortals, to avenge us, destroy Qin Family Fortress, and after capturing Huang Yiming, you will receive seventy percent of the treasure!"

The goatee-bearded cultivator snorted coldly, looking at Huang Yiming with disdain: "You mortal brat, how dare you be so arrogant? Once I capture you, I will surely extract your soul and interrogate you to find out the secrets of your magic weapon!" With that, he raised his hand and waved, and a pale red fireball appeared out of thin air, hurtling towards the city wall at great speed, carrying a scorching aura.

The guards on the city wall turned pale with fright and retreated hastily—in their eyes, the magic of cultivators was invincible and impossible to resist. Qin Yuling stood in front of Huang Yiming, gripping her longsword tightly, ready to withstand the fireball head-on, her eyes resolute.

Huang Yiming reached out and pulled her behind him, his eyes cold. He pulled out a pistol from his pocket with fluid movements, aimed at the incoming fireball, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar, several times louder than the sound of a crossbow bolt piercing the air, echoed across the battlefield. The bullet instantly pierced the fireball, shattering it into pieces, sparks flying everywhere. The remaining force continued, heading straight for the goatee-bearded monk.

The goatee-bearded cultivator had initially been disdainful, believing that mortal weapons were utterly incapable of withstanding immortal magic. However, the moment the gun fired, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly activated his spiritual energy shield to defend himself. He hadn't expected the small bullet to be so terrifyingly powerful; it instantly pierced the spiritual energy shield, grazed his arm, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound from which blood gushed forth.

"Ah!" The goatee-bearded cultivator screamed, staggering backward as he stared in horror at the pistol in Huang Yiming's hand, his eyes filled with disbelief: "Impossible! How could a mortal weapon penetrate a spiritual energy shield? What kind of bizarre magical artifact is this?!"

The other cultivator turned deathly pale with fright and quickly hid behind the goatee-bearded cultivator, his previous arrogance completely gone, trembling all over. Cultivators rely on their spiritual energy shields, but now that these shields have been easily pierced by mortal weapons, their pride crumbled instantly, leaving only fear.

The guards on the city wall were stunned, and then burst into thunderous cheers—they had witnessed Huang Yiming break the cultivator's spell with an iron tool and even injure the cultivator, which was simply a miracle that overturned their understanding!

"Young Master Huang is mighty!" "Even the immortals fear Young Master Huang's magic weapon!" Cheers rose and fell, and morale reached its peak.

Huang Yiming didn't stop. He turned his gun and aimed at the vanguard leader beside the bandit leader—the leader was fearless, brandishing a large knife and roaring as he commanded his men to charge. Huang Yiming's eyes sharpened, and he pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" Another loud noise rang out, and the vanguard leader instantly fell to the ground with his head exploded, blood splattering everywhere, and he died on the spot.

The bandits were terrified. Seeing the fallen vanguard and the wounded cultivator, they thought Huang Yiming had descended from heaven. They threw down their armor and weapons, fled in panic, and knelt down to beg for mercy, no longer daring to resist in the slightest.

"Spare us! Mercy, immortal!" "We're not fighting anymore, we surrender!" The bandits cried and begged for mercy, their previous arrogance completely gone.

The bandit leader, pale with fright, stared at the pistol in Huang Yiming's hand, his legs went weak, and he turned to flee. The two Black Stone Sect cultivators were even more terrified, ignoring their leader's pleas, they turned and used their movement techniques to escape in a panic, shouting threats as they ran: "Huang Yiming, you wait! The Black Stone Sect will not let you get away with this! The sect leader will personally come and massacre this fortress!"

Huang Yiming did not pursue them; bullets were limited, and there was no need to waste them on deserters. He put away his pistol, stood on the city wall, his posture upright, looking down at the fleeing bandits and the kneeling prisoners, exuding an aura of dominance.

Qin Yuling quickly walked to his side, her eyes burning with admiration: "Huang Yiming, you are amazing! You even repelled the cultivators!" Yang Xiu also ran over, tightly gripping his sleeve, her little face full of pride and reassurance.

Throughout the fortress, guards and commoners alike knelt before the city walls, chanting praises of Young Master Huang's benevolence, their voices echoing through the heavens. The elders who had previously shouted for surrender knelt more upright than anyone else, yelling at the top of their lungs, "Young Master Huang's divine might is unparalleled!" Their fawning manner drew a roll of Qin Hu's eyes. Huang Yiming watched the scene unfold, a faint smile playing on his lips. He knew that after this battle, he had firmly established himself in the other world; but the Black Stone Sect's retaliation was imminent. He gently stroked the barrel of his pistol; only ten bullets remained. He had to quickly gather more weapons to deal with the powerful enemies from the sects ahead—a grand drama of technological domination over cultivation had only just begun.