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

To avoid detection, Huang Yiming specifically chose a secluded cave in the back mountains of Qin Family Fort as his secret base. The location was rugged, easily defensible, and rarely visited, making it an ideal place for transporting supplies and storing treasures. He, along with Qin Hu and Yang Xiu, secretly moved the treasures from the warehouse to the cave in batches under the cover of night.

Qin Hu was incredibly strong. He carried over a hundred pounds of jadeite rough and gold nuggets with incredible speed, muttering to himself, "Brother Huang, are these junk pieces really that valuable? To me, they're not as good as a piece of braised pork." As he carried them, he secretly ate the braised pork he had in his pocket, his cheeks bulging out, looking utterly adorable.

Huang Yiming shook his head helplessly, too lazy to explain, and only instructed, "Be careful, don't drop it. These things are worth more than ten fat cattle." Qin Hu nodded as if he understood, and became even more careful, afraid of breaking Huang Yiming's "precious junk".

Yang Xiu led the way, carrying a small lantern. The dim light illuminated the path ahead. She carefully wiped the sweat from Huang Yiming's forehead and gently reminded him, "Young master, walk slowly, don't tire yourself out. It's cold in the cave, I brought you some warm clothes." As she spoke, she took out a coarse cloth cloak and draped it over Huang Yiming, showing her tenderness and care.

Upon arriving at the cave, Huang Yiming opened his storage space and carefully placed the treasures inside—gold nuggets, jade, wild ginseng, and spiritual herbs piled high. Looking at the priceless treasures in his storage space, Huang Yiming was filled with excitement: these things, if brought back to the modern world, would be enough for him to completely escape poverty and achieve financial freedom.

He inventoried the treasures while simultaneously planning his return journey: first, to convert them into cash, purchase property to settle his family, then to buy large quantities of refined salt, sugar, medicine, ammunition, fine cloth, and other supplies to expand his storage space and prepare for his next return to the other world. Ammunition, in particular, was highly coveted by the Black Stone Sect cultivators; firearms were his greatest asset, and he had to ensure he had a sufficient supply.

Just then, Qin Hu suddenly lowered his voice and looked warily towards the cave entrance: "Brother Huang, there seems to be some movement! Is there a wild animal?" He gripped the wooden stick in his hand tightly, adopting a defensive posture, looking brave and simple-minded.

Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold. He instantly gripped the pistol at his waist, held his breath, and vigilantly surveyed his surroundings. Two dark figures flashed past the cave entrance, their auras weak yet carrying faint fluctuations of spiritual energy—clearly cultivators. Huang Yiming's heart sank. He guessed they were from the Black Stone Sect; he hadn't expected them to come knocking so quickly.

"Don't make a sound, hide." Huang Yiming whispered to Yang Xiu and Qin Hu, and the three of them quickly hid behind the rocks. Two Black Stone Sect cultivators dressed in blue Daoist robes peeked into the cave, their eyes greedily scanning every corner of the cave, clearly after the treasures and Huang Yiming's "immortal artifacts".

"Senior brother, this is it! Our scouts report that Huang Yiming has hidden all the treasures here. If we can snatch them, we'll make a great contribution to the sect!" The young cultivator lowered his voice, his tone full of greed.

"Keep your voice down, don't get caught! Huang Yiming's magic weapon is very strange, it can break through spiritual energy shields. We have to be careful and take him down when he's not paying attention!" The older cultivator's eyes were sinister as he crept forward.

Qin Hu trembled with rage and was about to rush out when Huang Yiming held him down firmly. Huang Yiming's eyes were icy cold, and a murderous glint appeared at the corner of his mouth. He quietly pointed his pistol at the two cultivators, preparing to teach them a lesson—these two ignorant fools dared to plot against him; they were simply courting death.

Yang Xiu gripped Huang Yiming's sleeve tightly, her eyes filled with worry but without fear. She believed Huang Yiming could resolve the crisis. Huang Yiming patted her hand, reassuring her, his gaze resolute, his aura instantly exuding power. Qin Hu, his face flushed, secretly pulled out some braised meat from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth while Huang Yiming wasn't looking. His cheeks puffed out, he gripped the wooden stick tightly, muttering under his breath, "I need this meat to beat that stinky Taoist later." Just then, the older cultivator's foot crunched on the dry branches, making a crisp sound. Qin Hu jumped in fright, spitting out bits of braised meat, almost crying out, but Huang Yiming stopped him with a look. The two cultivators drew closer, talismans in their hands, their eyes greedily scanning the cave, completely unaware that death was already watching them. Huang Yiming slowly raised his hand. Although the pistol wasn't silenced, the cold glint of its muzzle exuded a deadly killing intent. He aimed at the cultivator's knee, intending to cripple him with a single blow—not wasting bullets, but also severely intimidating the Black Stone Sect. The exhilarating feeling of a firearm breaking through spiritual energy was about to unfold once again. Qin Hu gripped his wooden stick, his whole body tense, barely daring to breathe, yet he couldn't help but steal glances towards the cave entrance. His憨萌 (simple and honest) appearance added a touch of comicality to the tense atmosphere. He was silently calculating in his mind: if Huang Yiming's "iron pipe" didn't work, he would rush in and fight. Even if he couldn't win, he would buy Huang Yiming time to escape.