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

As the sun set, its crimson afterglow cast long shadows across the Qin Family Fortress city walls, elongating the figures of the crowd. The atmosphere was incredibly tense. The Black Stone Sect Master, accompanied by three Qi Refining disciples, landed lightly on the open ground outside the fortress gate. His spiritual energy surged around him, his robes fluttering, and he struck a pose of superiority. The bluestone ground beneath his feet cracked from the spiritual energy emanating from him. This sect master was about forty years old, with a sinister face, sharp eyes like an eagle, a short beard, and wore a black brocade robe. The overwhelming pressure of his Foundation Establishment stage spiritual energy was more than ten times stronger than that of the previous envoy, making it difficult for the guards on the city walls to breathe. Many of them turned pale, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, and their weapons nearly fell from their hands.

The sect leader glanced at the city wall with disdain, as if looking at a group of ants. He didn't speak, but his aura surged again, causing the tiles on the city wall to tremble slightly. Qin Cang gritted his teeth, circulating his meager spiritual energy to resist, but he was still forced back, barely managing to stand by leaning against the city wall. Qin Hu stood on the city wall, shouting at the top of his lungs, "I'm not afraid!" but his legs trembled uncontrollably. His simple and honest appearance was somewhat comical, yet it also revealed an indomitable spirit as he stared intently at the Black Stone Sect members.

The elderly, women, and children huddled inside, trembling with fear. The elders were even more pale, their legs weak, almost collapsing to the ground, the thought of surrender once again stirring in their hearts. At this critical moment, Huang Yiming slowly walked to the front of the city wall, standing in front of Qin Yuling and Yang Xiu, straightening his back, facing the oppressive aura of the Black Stone Sect Master.

He possessed no spiritual energy whatsoever, merely a mortal body, yet he withstood the oppressive aura of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, his posture upright, his eyes cold, his presence in no way inferior to his opponent's. Seeing this, Qin Yuling immediately drew her sword and stood protectively beside Huang Yiming, her clear eyes filled with unwavering resolve: "Young Master, I will fight alongside you!" Yang Xiu also tightly gripped Huang Yiming's sleeve, her face pale but fearless: "Xiu'er is not afraid, I swear to follow Young Master to the death!"

The two women flanked him, protecting him with their lives. A warmth welled up in Huang Yiming's heart. He turned to look at them, a reassuring smile on his face, then turned back to the Black Stone Sect Master, his tone indifferent yet resolute: "Foundation Establishment cultivators are nothing more than this. What kind of skill is it to bully mortals with the pressure of spiritual energy?"

The Black Stone Sect Master frowned, his face filled with astonishment. He hadn't expected that a mere mortal with no cultivation could withstand his oppressive aura and even dare to provoke him. His eyes flashed with a sinister light as he stared at Huang Yiming, his tone icy: "So it was you who injured my disciple, ruined my plans, and plundered my supplies? Mortal, you're utterly reckless! Today I'll show you that the difference between the extraordinary and the mortal is as vast as an insurmountable chasm!"

"So what if you're extraordinary?" Huang Yiming raised his hand and slowly drew the pistol from his waist. The black muzzle was aimed at the Black Stone Sect Master, his eyes sharp as knives. "In my eyes, whether you're Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment, even extraordinary beings are afraid of being pierced by iron sand. If one bullet can't solve the problem, then two will do. If you dare to set foot in Qin Family Fortress, I will make sure your blood is spilled on the spot."

These words were extremely arrogant; for a mortal to wield a gun and directly confront a Foundation Establishment Sect Master was simply a fantasy. The Black Stone Sect Master was taken aback at first, then sneered, his face full of disdain: "Absurd! Qu Fantie, you think you can hurt me? I'll see what your strange magic weapon can do to me!" His spiritual energy surged, forming a thick spiritual energy shield. In his view, a mortal's weapon could not possibly penetrate his shield.

"Kneel down and submit to me, offer up the magic weapon and the two women, and I may spare the lives of the people of Qin Family Fortress. Otherwise, I can destroy this fortress with the flick of my finger!" The sect leader spoke arrogantly, and with a wave of his hand, the spiritual energy around him condensed into a huge palm phantom, pressing down on the city wall with even greater pressure, as if he wanted to crush the entire city wall.

Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold. Without flinching, he gripped his pistol, fingertip on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment. Qin Yuling gripped her longsword, preparing to meet the spiritual energy palm strike, while Qin Hu also picked up his giant club, ready for battle. Watching Huang Yiming's resolute figure, the guards on the city wall gradually calmed their initial panic, gripping their weapons tightly, vowing to defend the fortress to the death.

"Stubborn fool!" Upon seeing this, the Black Stone Sect Master's face darkened completely. He roared and slammed his palm, imbued with spiritual energy, towards the city wall. At this critical moment, Huang Yiming pulled the trigger, and a deafening gunshot pierced the sky, shattering the silence of the spiritual energy's oppressive power.

The bullet shot out at lightning speed, heading straight for the aura palm. The Black Stone Sect Master's face was full of disdain, but the next second, his smile froze on his face, and his pupils shrank sharply. The bullet instantly pierced through the aura palm, and with its remaining force, it flew towards his face. The sect master was shocked and hurriedly dodged to the side. The bullet grazed his cheek, leaving a bloody mark, and he grimaced in pain.

This scene plunged the entire arena into a deathly silence. Whether it was the people of Qin Family Fortress or the disciples of the Black Stone Sect, everyone was dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief. A mere mortal, wielding a weapon forged from ordinary iron, had actually pierced through the spiritual energy attack of a Foundation Establishment cultivator and even injured their sect leader!

The Black Stone Sect Master touched the wound on his face, looking at the bloodstains on his fingertips. His expression turned completely ferocious, and his previously calm and aloof demeanor vanished. He roared in fury, his voice causing the leaves around him to fall in a rustling sound: "Damn mortal! I will kill you! How dare you offend my dignity! Today I will grind you to dust!" He was completely enraged and no longer held back. His spiritual energy surged wildly, the grass and trees around him withered instantly, and fine cracks appeared in the ground. Clearly, he had murderous intent and was preparing to personally kill Huang Yiming.

Seeing this, the three Qi Refining disciples behind him hurriedly retreated several steps, their faces filled with terror as they looked at the pistol in Huang Yiming's hand, then at the enraged sect leader, barely daring to breathe. They had never seen a mortal iron weapon capable of piercing a spiritual energy shield before, and their gazes towards Huang Yiming had long since changed from contempt to fear; the thought of retreating even began to stir in their hearts. The Qin family members on the city wall, upon seeing this, were initially deathly silent, then erupted into low cheers—Huang Yiming's single spear strike had shattered the myth of the invincibility of cultivators, instantly igniting their fighting spirit.