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

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking and the gates of Qin Family Fort were not yet open, a loud, arrogant shout came from outside the fort. Accompanied by the oppressive aura of spiritual energy fluctuations, the shouts came from afar and enveloped the entire fortress. This made the people and guards inside the fortress tense up, and the panic that had just subsided surged back into their hearts.

Upon receiving the report from the guard on duty, Huang Yiming immediately led Qin Hu and Qin Yuling up the city wall. Yang Xiu, worried, followed closely behind, clutching Huang Yiming's sleeve, her small face full of vigilance. Standing behind the battlements, the group looked out of the fortress and saw two figures in blue Taoist robes hovering in mid-air, their feet resting on simple wooden swords, their bodies surging with spiritual energy. Although their aura wasn't particularly powerful, it carried an air of superior arrogance, looking down at Qin Family Fortress with disdain, as if looking at a group of ants.

The leading cultivator had a goatee, a sallow complexion, and sinister eyes. He held a whisk in his hand, which he occasionally swung gently, feigning profundity. The young cultivator beside him was thin and arrogant, with a tattered storage bag hanging from his waist. His eyes swept across the city wall without restraint, and when they landed on Qin Yuling and Yang Xiu, a greedy look appeared on his face, and a lewd smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

These two were none other than the outer Qi Refining cultivators of the Black Stone Sect: the goatee-bearded cultivator, whose Daoist name was Xuan Chen, and the young cultivator, whose Daoist name was Xuan Feng. Both were at the third level of Qi Refining and held low positions within the sect. They were sent here for two reasons: first, to stand up for their defeated fellow disciples; and second, to covet the "immortal artifact" in Huang Yiming's possession and the supplies of Qin Family Fortress, hoping to seize the opportunity to gain some benefits.

Xuan Chen lightly flicked his whisk, his eyes looking contemptuously at the city gate. His voice, amplified by spiritual energy, resounded throughout the entire Qin Family Fortress: "Listen up, you mortal fortresses below! I am Xuan Chen, a cultivator from the Black Stone Sect! How dare you injure my sect's disciples and disregard the Black Stone Sect's prestige! This is utterly rebellious! Immediately open the city gates, hand over the assailant Huang Yiming and the strange magical artifact in his possession, and offer a hundred taels of gold and ten bolts of silk as an apology, and I may spare the lives of you all!"

Xuanfeng, even more arrogant, stepped forward and pointed at the city wall, cursing, "And those two young ladies, they're quite pretty! If you obediently come back to the sect with us to serve the elders, you might still save your lives! If you dare disobey, I'll burn this dilapidated fortress down and turn you all to ashes!"

The two men, singing in unison, were utterly arrogant, their words filled with contempt for mortals, as if Qin Family Fortress were nothing more than ants to be easily crushed in their eyes. The guards on the city wall were furious, their faces turning ashen. They gripped their weapons tightly, but fearing the cultivators' magical powers, they dared not act rashly, and could only grit their teeth and endure. Qin Hu, his eyes wide with rage, clenched his fists and roared in a hoarse voice, "You two stinking Taoist priests, stop playing tricks! If you have the guts, come at me! Stop trying to scare me!"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Chen's eyes turned cold as he looked at Qin Hu, a disdainful smile curling at the corner of his lips: "You vulgar mortal, how dare you challenge me? You truly have no sense of death." With that, he raised his hand and waved, sending a pale red streak of spiritual energy rushing towards Qin Hu at great speed, carrying a sharp gust of wind, clearly intending to teach him a lesson.

Qin Yuling's expression changed drastically. She hurriedly drew her sword to parry, but the sword clashed with the stream of spiritual energy, producing a crisp sound. She was jolted back three steps, her wrist numb, and the sword nearly slipped from her grasp. Her face paled, and her gaze towards the two cultivators grew increasingly grave—the strength of Qi Refining cultivators was far greater than she had imagined; it would be difficult for a mortal to withstand them.

Seeing this, Xuan Chen laughed loudly, his tone becoming increasingly arrogant: "Pathetic! Mortals are just mortals. Before cultivators, they can only ever bow down and submit! Huang Yiming, stop hiding in the back like a coward, come out and surrender immediately, or I will order a full-scale attack and raze your Qin Family Fortress to the ground!"

Two cultivators swaggered outside the fortress, occasionally releasing their spiritual energy to intimidate the people inside. The commoners trembled with fear, hiding in their homes, too afraid to venture out. The elders who had previously advocated surrender gathered again below the city walls, wailing and clamoring to grant the cultivators' demands and hand over Huang Yiming to save their lives, displaying their utterly disgraceful behavior.

"Young Master Huang, why don't we just agree to their offer? Cultivators know immortal techniques; we simply can't defeat them!"

"Yes, as long as we're alive, we can always rebuild. Handing over the magical artifacts first is crucial to protecting the fortress!"

The elders' cowardly nature was exposed once again; they shifted blame among themselves, and some even secretly plotted that if they could curry favor with the Black Stone Sect cultivators, they might be able to preserve their positions. Qin Hu, enraged, stormed down the city wall and roared at the elders, "You bunch of spineless cowards! Brother Huang saved my whole family, and you want to betray him? Have you no shame?!"

The elders, their faces flushed red from Qin Hu's shouts, remained defiant, muttering under their breath, creating a chaotic scene. Huang Yiming, his eyes icy, slowly walked to the front of the city wall, gesturing for silence. His gaze fixed on the two cultivators outside the fortress, a disdainful smile playing on his lips. His tone was calm yet brimming with confidence: "If you want magic weapons and gold, take them with your own abilities. What kind of cultivators are you, just shouting here?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the two cultivators. Xuan Chen's face darkened; he hadn't expected a mortal to dare to defy him like that, and he was instantly enraged: "How dare you, you mortal! Since you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me for being impolite! Xuan Feng, prepare to cast the spell and break down his city gate!"

Xuanfeng responded, his hands forming hand seals, his spiritual energy surging, preparing to unleash a fireball spell to storm the city gate. A great battle between mortals and cultivators was about to erupt. The crowd on the city wall held their breath: Yang Xiu tightly gripped Huang Yiming's sleeve, her eyes filled with worry; Qin Yuling gripped her longsword, standing beside Huang Yiming, ready to fight; Qin Hu picked up stones from the city wall, ready to smash them at the cultivators at any moment, displaying his clumsy bravery, muttering under his breath, "I'll smash you, you stinky Taoist, all over your face," adding a touch of comicality to the tense atmosphere. Huang Yiming calmly adjusted the position of his pistol, waiting only for the cultivators to cast their spells, then he would use his firearm to thoroughly crush the arrogance of this so-called immortal technique.