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

Xuan Feng formed hand seals and chanted incantations. Pale red spiritual energy gathered around him, gradually condensing into a fist-sized fireball in his palm. The fireball roared, radiating scorching heat that distorted the surrounding air. His eyes gleamed arrogantly as he looked at Huang Yiming on the city wall, a cruel smile playing on his lips: "Mortal, prepare to die!"

"Fireball, go!" Xuan Feng shouted, and the fireball in his palm instantly shot out, carrying raging flames as it hurtled towards the city gate of Qin Family Fortress. It moved with incredible speed, sizzling as it passed through the air. The elders below the city walls were terrified, retreating hastily and crying out in alarm, believing the city gates would surely fall and the fortress would be destroyed.

Qin Yuling's face turned deathly pale. She tried to step forward to stop him, but Huang Yiming stopped her with a gesture. Huang Yiming's eyes were sharp as knives as he stared intently at the incoming fireball. His right hand slowly reached to his waist and gripped the pistol's grip, his movements fluid and without hesitation. To everyone's astonishment, he slowly raised the pistol, aiming the muzzle at the rapidly approaching fireball, his eyes calm and unwavering.

"It's just a low-level spell, yet it dares to be so presumptuous in front of me." Huang Yiming murmured softly, and the moment his words fell, his finger decisively pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar, more powerful than any previous gunshot, echoed through the heavens and earth, drowning out the whistling of the fireball and the gasps of the crowd. The bullet, traveling at unparalleled speed, pierced the air and struck the incoming fireball with pinpoint accuracy.

With a deafening roar, the fireball was instantly pierced by the bullet, its raging flames instantly dissipating, sparks scattering across the ground, completely obliterated. The bullet, its momentum undiminished, hurtled towards Xuanfeng with a sharp whooshing sound. Its speed was so extreme that Xuanfeng had no time to react; he only felt a sharp pain in his arm, and blood gushed out instantly—the bullet had grazed his arm, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound, causing him to scream in agony.

"Ah—my arm!" Xuan Feng clutched his bleeding arm, his face deathly pale, trembling with pain. The arrogance on his face vanished instantly, replaced by boundless fear and disbelief. His eyes widened, staring intently at the pistol in Huang Yiming's hand, his gaze filled with terror: "What...what kind of magical artifact is this? It can actually break my fireball spell and even pierce through my spiritual energy shield!"

Xuan Chen, standing to the side, was terrified. He hurriedly activated his spiritual energy shield to protect his entire body, his face ashen, his eyes filled with horror as he stared at Huang Yiming, all traces of his previous arrogance gone. He never imagined that a mortal with no spiritual energy fluctuations could break through a cultivator's spells and even pierce through a spiritual energy shield with that strange iron tool in his hand—this completely overturned his understanding of mortals.

In this fantasy world, cultivators are high above, while mortals are like ants. Spiritual energy shields are the cultivators' trump card for survival, and ordinary weapons cannot even budge them. But the pistol in Huang Yiming's hand easily broke this rule, causing Xuan Chen to feel an unprecedented fear.

The crowd on the city wall froze for a moment, then erupted in thunderous cheers. The guards waved their weapons and shouted encouragement, their previous fear vanished, and their morale soared to its peak.

"Young Master Huang is mighty!"

"The cultivator's immortal technique has been broken! We've won!"

Qin Hu jumped up and down excitedly, raising his fist and shouting, "I knew Brother Huang was amazing! That stinky Taoist priest was no match for him!" Yang Xiu looked at Huang Yiming's tall and straight back, her small face full of pride and admiration, and the love in her eyes was almost overflowing; Qin Yuling stood beside Huang Yiming, looking at his calm and composed appearance, her heart beat faster involuntarily, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes were full of admiration when she looked at him.

The elders below the city gate turned pale and then flushed, utterly mortified—their earlier shouts of surrender now felt like slaps to their faces. They shrank back, afraid to utter another word, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

Xuan Chen was both shocked and furious. Looking at the injured Xuan Feng and then at the high-spirited crowd on the city wall, he began to have second thoughts. He knew that he and Xuan Feng were only cultivators at the third level of Qi Refining, and they had no chance of winning against this strange magic weapon that could break through spiritual energy shields. If they continued to fight, they might not even be able to save their lives.

But to flee in such a disgrace was truly unacceptable, and it would also bring shame upon the Black Stone Sect. Xuan Chen gritted his teeth, glaring at Huang Yiming, and uttered a vicious threat: "Huang Yiming, you wait! The Black Stone Sect will remember this grudge! I will immediately return to the sect and report to the sect leader, who will personally lead his experts to raze your Qin Family Fortress to the ground and ensure you die without a burial place!"

Having said that, Xuan Chen dared not linger. Supporting the injured Xuan Feng, he turned and fled on the wooden sword beneath his feet, looking utterly disheveled—he had lost all semblance of the demeanor of a high-ranking cultivator, resembling two stray dogs. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the mountains and forests.

Huang Yiming watched the two fleeing figures, holstered his pistol, his eyes cold, showing no intention of giving chase. He had only eight bullets left, and each one had to be used wisely; these two small fry weren't worth wasting bullets on. He raised his hand to signal the guards to be quiet and said loudly, "The spiritual energy shield of cultivators is utterly vulnerable to firearms. If any cultivators attack again, just hold your ground; I have my own ways to defeat them!" As his words fell, the cheers on the city wall grew even louder, and the crowd's fear of cultivators completely dissipated. He knew very well that repelling the cultivators this time would only provoke a more frenzied retaliation from the Black Stone Sect; the real crisis was yet to come.