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

After the banquet, Huang Yiming suggested inspecting the fortress's storerooms, firstly to inventory post-war supplies, and secondly to see if there were any usable items to reinforce the city's defenses. Qin Cang, who was thinking about how to repay Huang Yiming, immediately agreed and personally led Huang Yiming to the forbidden area of ​​Qin Family Fortress—the underground storeroom, with Qin Yuling, Qin Hu, and Yang Xiu following closely behind.

The underground warehouse was incredibly spacious, piled high with all sorts of supplies—grain, cloth, and weapons, all neatly arranged. But in one corner lay a large, dusty pile of junk, untouched by anyone. Qin Cang pointed at the pile, waving his hand dismissively, "Young Master Huang, this is all junk collected over the years—broken stones, rotten wood, shiny pebbles. It takes up space and is useless. It's a waste to throw it away, but keeping it is just getting in the way. If you like it, feel free to take it."

Suppressing his excitement, Huang Yiming slowly walked to the pile of junk, brushed away the dust, and his pupils suddenly contracted. What appeared to be rubbish to others were, in his eyes, priceless treasures: a fist-sized gold nugget, high-quality jadeite with a translucent color, a hundred-year-old wild ginseng, a piece of Hetian jade of excellent quality, as well as beast bones and spiritual herbs. Any one of these items would fetch an astronomical price in modern times.

"This...this is a jadeite rough stone?" Huang Yiming picked up a rough stone that was half the height of a person and asked, trying to remain calm so that others would not notice anything amiss.

Qin Cang leaned over and glanced at it, saying nonchalantly, "Oh, this broken stone? It was seized during a bandit suppression campaign. It looks nice, but it's inedible and useless. Cultivators don't even want it. My daughter just occasionally plays with it." Qin Yuling's cheeks flushed slightly, and she nodded in agreement. She did indeed think the stone was pretty, but she didn't know its value.

Qin Hu casually kicked the dog-headed gold stone next to him and said in a simple voice, "Brother Huang, this yellow stone is very hard. It's too much trouble to hit someone with it. If you like it, I'll help you carry it back!" As he spoke, he was about to move it when Huang Yiming was so frightened that he quickly stopped him—this was real gold, and he would feel bad if it was damaged.

Yang Xiu squatted down to the side, picked up a wild ginseng root, and examined it curiously: "Young master, this root looks strange, can it be eaten?" She had been displaced since childhood and had never seen such a rare medicinal herb before, her eyes full of confusion.

Huang Yiming almost burst out laughing at the look of disgust on everyone's faces. In this fantasy world, people only value spiritual energy, elixirs, and magical artifacts; these mundane treasures are worthless. But in modern society, these are real wealth, the capital that allows him to escape poverty and establish himself in both worlds.

He calmly put away a few small treasures into his storage space, then cupped his hands to Qin Cang and said, "Lord of the Fortress, these odds and ends do seem useless, but I can repurpose them into small items that might come in handy. Since you are so generous, Lord of the Fortress, I will not stand on ceremony."

Qin Cang laughed heartily: "Young Master Huang, why are you being so polite? Don't mention these junks, take whatever you want from the entire warehouse! I keep my word!" He thought Huang Yiming was just bored and didn't take it to heart at all. Little did he know that the "junk" he casually gave away was enough to make Huang Yiming a top-tier tycoon in modern times.

Huang Yiming was overjoyed, but his face remained calm as he continued to inventory the warehouse supplies, secretly plotting his plan to trade between the two worlds. He could bring modern refined salt, sugar, medicine, and cloth to the other world to exchange for these treasures, and then bring them back to the modern world to sell for cash. The profit would be hundreds or thousands of times greater; it was practically a risk-free and highly profitable business.

Seeing that Huang Yiming liked these junk items, Qin Hu immediately patted his chest and said, "Brother Huang, I'll help you move them! I'll move all these things to your yard, I promise not a single one will be missing!" As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and began to move them with surprising strength, but he was clumsy and almost dropped the jadeite rough on the ground, earning a fierce glare from Qin Yuling.

Yang Xiu obediently followed Huang Yiming, wiping the dust off his treasures with care, as if she were handling priceless gems. Although she didn't know the value of these things, she cherished anything Huang Yiming liked.

Huang Yiming looked at the pile of treasures before him, then at the bewildered Qin family members, a sly smile playing on his lips. He not only wanted to gain a foothold in the other world, but also achieve financial freedom in the modern world; he was determined to firmly grasp the benefits of traveling between the two worlds. Qin Hu, carrying a jadeite boulder half his height, was panting heavily after just a few steps. He even tripped over a straw rope on the ground, stumbling forward with the boulder in his arms, startling Huang Yiming who quickly rushed forward to support him. After regaining his balance, Qin Hu still stubbornly complained, "This stone is too heavy, it's deliberately messing with me!" He then kicked a pile of spiritual herbs beside him, almost crushing a bundle of century-old herbs. Qin Yuling glared at him, making him shrink back and dare not utter a sound, obediently standing aside as a porter, not even daring to steal a bite of braised meat. Yang Xiu held a piece of Hetian jade, carefully wiping away the dust with her sleeve, her eyes focused, afraid of damaging even the slightest bit. She didn't understand the monetary value, but she understood Huang Yiming's deep affection. This clumsy attempt warmed Huang Yiming's heart. He glanced at the warehouse door, sensing a pair of eyes watching from the shadows. He was secretly on guard: the treasure was both an opportunity and a death sentence; he had to quickly forge a stronger weapon to protect this chance. Seeing Huang Yiming's grave expression, Qin Hu leaned closer and whispered, "Brother Huang, are there bad guys around? I've got my stick in hand. Anyone who dares to steal your treasure, I'll smash them with it!" He brandished his thick wooden stick, striking a pose that nearly smashed a nearby pottery jar, making Yang Xiu cover her mouth and chuckle.