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

The Qin Family Fortress was utterly silent in the dead of night, save for the echoes of the patrolling guards and the night watchman's gong. The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, plunging the mountains and forests into darkness—the perfect opportunity for a sneak attack. Outside the storage depot on the back mountain, two dark figures darted out like ghosts. They were two Qi Refining cultivators from the Black Stone Sect, clad in black Daoist robes, their faces covered with cloths, their eyes gleaming with greed. Their footsteps were as light as cats', as if afraid to make the slightest sound to alert the guards.

High piles of firewood surrounded the stronghold, and a faint light shone from the guard hut. The two cultivators exchanged a glance, both feeling confident of a successful raid. After all, in their eyes, the guards of the mortal stronghold were utterly vulnerable. "This is it! All the supplies are hidden inside. If we get them, the sect leader will surely reward us handsomely!" The thin cultivator lowered his voice, his tone urgent. He waved to his companion, signaling them to act. The two circulated their spiritual energy, their bodies glowing with a faint white light, preparing to silently break through the stronghold's defenses.

But just as they approached the gate of the stronghold, a rough, angry roar suddenly rang out, shaking the leaves: "Who's there? Sneaking around like that, come out right now!" Qin Hu, carrying a thick wooden stick, yawned as he emerged from the thatched hut next to the stronghold—he was on guard duty at the stronghold under Huang Yiming's orders, and although he was so sleepy that his eyelids were drooping and his head was nodding, he still stood firm at his post. With his superhuman strength, his hearing was far more acute than that of ordinary people, and he noticed the abnormality from afar, which is why he shouted to stop them.

"This is it! All the supplies are hidden inside. If we manage to grab them, the sect leader will reward us handsomely!" The thin cultivator lowered his voice and waved his hand urgently to signal his companion to take action. The two of them circulated their spiritual energy, preparing to break through the stronghold's defenses silently.

But just as they approached the stronghold's gate, that rough, angry roar rang out again: "Who's there? Sneaking around like that, come out now!"

Qin Hu, carrying a thick wooden stick, yawned as he walked out of the thatched hut. He was on Huang Yiming's orders to guard the outpost. Although he was so sleepy that his eyelids were drooping, he still stuck to his post. He was born with superhuman strength and keen hearing, and he noticed something was wrong from afar, which is why he called out to stop them.

The two cultivators' expressions changed. They hadn't expected someone to be on guard, and a mere mortal with no spiritual energy fluctuations at that. The taller cultivator snorted coldly, his face full of disdain: "A mere mortal dares to block the way? He's courting death!" He circulated his spiritual energy, raised his hand, and struck out with a palm towards Qin Hu. A gust of wind howled as he tried to subdue his opponent in one move.

In his eyes, mortals were like ants, easily crushed. But he never expected that Qin Hu, though lacking cultivation, possessed innate divine strength and an incredibly powerful physique. Seeing this, Qin Hu neither dodged nor evaded, but instead swung his thick wooden stick and smashed it fiercely into the cultivator's palm.

With a loud bang, the wooden stick collided with the palm brimming with spiritual energy. The tall cultivator felt a sharp pain in his palm, his spiritual energy instantly dissipated, and he was jolted backward, his arm numb, his face filled with shock—he looked at Qin Hu in disbelief, never knowing that this mortal possessed such brute strength.

"How dare you cause trouble in Qin Family Fortress! Watch me beat you to a pulp!" Qin Hu was completely enraged. He brandished his wooden stick and charged forward with a roar, displaying both simple-minded strength and unparalleled bravery. Although he did not know any martial arts moves, he relied on his brute force to rampage through the crowd, leaving the two cultivators in a sorry state.

Seeing this, the skinny cultivator hurriedly unleashed a low-level fireball spell at Qin Hu, trying to force him back. Qin Hu calmly dodged to the side, sweeping his wooden stick horizontally, extinguishing the fireball and striking the cultivator's calf in the process. The skinny cultivator winced in pain and screamed.

The sounds of fighting instantly alerted the entire fortress, and Huang Yiming, along with Qin Yuling, Yang Xiu, and a group of guards, rushed over. Torches illuminated the back mountain, surrounding the two Black Stone Sect cultivators.

Huang Yiming stood at the front of the crowd, staring coldly at the two men, his tone indifferent: "The people from the Black Stone Sect are quite bold, daring to come to my Qin Family Fortress to steal things."

Seeing that the situation was hopeless and they were completely surrounded, the two cultivators were filled with fear and their previous arrogance vanished. The taller cultivator shouted, his voice trembling with fear, "Huang Yiming, let us go right now! Otherwise, if the sect leader comes in person, he will surely massacre Qin Family Fortress and leave you with no place to bury your bodies!"

"Still dare to talk tough?" Qin Hu rushed forward, grabbed the tall cultivator by the collar, and started punching him until his face was bruised and bleeding profusely. The skinny cultivator tried to escape, but Qin Yuling blocked him with her sword, the tip pointed directly at his throat. Terrified, his legs went weak, and he knelt down, begging for mercy.

Huang Yiming, too lazy to waste words, waved his hand and signaled: "No need to hold back, just drive them away. Tell them to go back and tell the Black Stone Sect Master: If they provoke us again, I will make sure they don't leave alive."

Upon hearing this, Qin Hu became even more ruthless, grabbing the two cultivators and throwing them out of the stronghold like trash, leaving them injured and disheveled. They scrambled to their feet, not daring to linger, and with a cry of "Our sect leader will not let you get away with this," they fled in panic, disappearing into the depths of the dense forest.

The guards cheered at the sight, their respect for Huang Yiming growing even stronger. Qin Hu dusted himself off and chuckled, saying, "These two good-for-nothings dared to launch a sneak attack? They're utterly pathetic!"

Huang Yiming stared in the direction the cultivators had fled, his eyes growing even colder. He walked to the center of the stronghold and carefully inspected it, only feeling relieved after confirming that no supplies had been lost. He then summoned the guard captain and instructed him to strengthen nighttime vigilance and increase the number of sentries, especially at the stronghold and the city gate, where strict defenses were essential.

Qin Hu patted his chest and vowed that even if he didn't sleep tonight, he would guard the stronghold entrance and prevent anyone from approaching. His honest and straightforward demeanor made the surrounding guards chuckle. Huang Yiming watched the busy guards, his eyes grave—he knew this ambush was just the beginning; those two Qi Refining cultivators were merely cannon fodder, and the Black Stone Sect Master would certainly not let it go. Given the other side's temperament, he would definitely lead his disciples to retaliate, and a greater crisis was imminent. He had to prepare as soon as possible. He had to be ready for battle and could not give the Black Stone Sect any opportunity to exploit the situation.