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

Inside the cave, two Black Stone Sect cultivators approached step by step, completely unprepared. Huang Yiming's eyes were sharp as knives; seizing the opportunity, he decisively pulled the trigger of his pistol.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two deafening explosions echoed through the cave as bullets, carrying the force of piercing the air, precisely struck the thighs of two cultivators. The cultivators screamed in agony, collapsing to the ground, their spiritual energy shields shattering instantly. They writhed in pain, their previous arrogance completely gone.

"Who?!" the older cultivator shouted in terror, his face pale as he stared at Huang Yiming, who emerged from the darkness, his eyes filled with fear.

Huang Yiming walked out slowly, pointing his gun at the two men, his tone icy: "You're the first to dare to mess with me." He didn't want to cause any more trouble, so he coldly rebuked them: "Go back and tell your sect leader that Qin Family Fort is not something you can mess with. If you come looking for death again, I won't hesitate to send you on your way."

After dealing with the cultivators, Huang Yiming instructed Qin Yuling and Qin Hu to guard the fortress and keep the secret. He then took Yang Xiu to stay temporarily in the courtyard, triggering the system's teleportation mechanism. With a flash of white light, Huang Yiming instantly left the fantasy world and returned to his rented room in a third-tier city in modern times.

Looking at his familiar rented room, Huang Yiming was overwhelmed with emotion. Just a few days ago, he was a penniless young man who had failed his college entrance exams. Now, he held priceless treasures in his hands and was about to become a millionaire. He took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and took out a small piece of treasure—Huang Yiming nodded in agreement, and within ten minutes, 800,000 yuan had been deposited into his bank account. Looking at the balance notification on his phone, Huang Yiming was overjoyed. This was just a small piece of treasure; if he were to liquidate all of them, his net worth would surely exceed ten million. He didn't linger, visiting several jewelry stores and traditional Chinese medicine shops, selling wild ginseng, medicinal herbs, and jade in batches. At each shop, the owners would scramble for the items, and the prices would skyrocket. In just half a day, Huang Yiming's bank account balance exceeded ten million, transforming him from a poor boy into a multi-millionaire. On his way to sell his wares, he also bought a batch of pistol parts, gunpowder raw materials, and high-precision bullets. When he entered the gun shop, the shopkeeper, seeing his lavish spending, immediately took out his treasured extended magazines. Huang Yiming bought them all without hesitation, filling the storage compartments with the heavy ammunition, instantly maximizing his firearms capabilities. He kept replaying the scene of the cultivators' sneak attack in the cave in his mind, secretly resolving: next time the Black Stone Sect Master dared to come, he would definitely let him taste the power of modern firearms; the explosive force of bullets penetrating spiritual energy and breaking through spells would surely terrify all cultivators. Passing by a supermarket, he also bought a bunch of braised meat and sausages that Qin Hu loved, thinking of teasing his honest brother when he got back, and also rewarding Yang Xiu, who had always been by his side—the warmth and confidence of the dual realms were now all in his hands. He also bought a jade pendant and a small piece of gold, preparing to sell them at the antique market.

He changed into modern clothes and went to the antique and jewelry street in the city center, entering a well-regarded jewelry store. The shop owner, a middle-aged man, didn't pay much attention to Huang Yiming's ordinary attire. However, when Huang Yiming took out a jade pendant, the shop owner's eyes widened instantly. He snatched the pendant and examined it repeatedly, his hands trembling.

"This...this is icy, full-green jadeite? Absolutely flawless, a top-quality piece!" The shop owner was so excited he was almost incoherent, his gaze towards Huang Yiming instantly becoming respectful. "Young man, will you sell this pendant? I'll offer 500,000!"

Huang Yiming remained calm and then took out a gold nugget: "Boss, there's also this, let's take it together." The shop owner was even more excited upon seeing the nugget, immediately testing it and finding its purity to be extremely high. He immediately quoted a price: "Gold plus jade, a total of 800,000, I'll transfer the money to you right away!"

Huang Yiming nodded in agreement, and just ten minutes later, his bank card received a transfer of 800,000 yuan. Looking at the balance notification on his phone, Huang Yiming was overjoyed—this was just a small piece of treasure; if he were to liquidate all the treasures, his net worth would surely exceed ten million.

Without lingering, he visited several jewelry stores and traditional Chinese medicine shops, selling off wild ginseng, medicinal herbs, and jade in batches. At each location, he sparked a bidding war among shop owners, driving prices sky-high. In just half a day, Huang Yiming's bank account balance exceeded ten million, transforming him from a poor boy into a multi-millionaire.

Looking at the huge sum of money in his bank account, Huang Yiming trembled with excitement. He first transferred 200,000 yuan to his parents, lying that he had made a fortune in business and that his parents could enjoy their retirement. Then he began a frenzied shopping spree: refined salt, sugar, medicine, fine cloth, snacks, ammunition, protective gear, and even simple tools and building materials, filling his 30-cubic-meter storage space to the brim.

Seeing his massive purchases, merchants offered discounts, causing Huang Yiming's costs to plummet and his profits to double again. Looking at the supplies filling his storage space, a smile crept onto his lips—bringing these supplies back to the Xuanhuan Realm would not only solidify trade but also allow him to forge even more powerful firearms, completely crushing the Black Stone Sect cultivators.

As night fell, Huang Yiming stood by the window of his rented room, gazing at the dazzling city lights with a determined look in his eyes. He not only wanted to be a hidden tycoon in the modern world, but also to dominate a region in another world. Traveling between the two worlds, gaining both wealth and power, his path to success had only just begun.

Just as he was about to trigger the time travel and return to the fantasy world, his phone suddenly rang. It was his parents calling, their voices urgent: "Yiming, where did you get so much money? Did you do something illegal? Tell the truth!"