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

Zhou He scoffed, waving his hand to create a spiritual energy barrier in front of him. Pale blue spiritual energy swirled around him, like an invisible shield. "You think you can hurt me with this piece of junk? You're delusional! Today, I'm not only taking my two young ladies with me, but I'm also going to snatch this piece of junk from you and see what it is."

As he spoke, he reached out to grab Qin Yuling again, simultaneously channeling his spiritual energy to prepare to blast away the "broken iron lump" in Huang Yiming's hand. Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold, and without the slightest hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar shattered the tranquility of Qin Family Fortress, making everyone's eardrums ring. The spiritual energy barrier surrounding Zhou He rippled instantly under the impact of the bullet, and then with a crisp crack, it was pierced through! The bullet grazed Zhou He's ear, lifting a strand of hair, and embedded itself deeply in the blue brick of the wall behind him.

Zhou He froze, his ears ringing, a chill of death instantly spreading from his feet throughout his body. He touched his ear in disbelief, a trace of blood on his fingertips. Looking at the pistol in Huang Yiming's hand, the disdain on his face vanished completely, replaced by terror.

"What...what kind of monster is this?!" Zhou He screamed in disbelief. He had cultivated for many years and had never seen anything so terrifying—the spiritual energy barrier of the third level of Qi Refining was actually pierced through by a "broken iron lump" in the hands of a mortal. This was completely beyond his comprehension.

Huang Yiming gave Zhou He no time to react, pressing his advantage with a slight flick of his wrist, firing two more shots. "Bang! Bang!" Two gunshots rang out, the bullets hitting Zhou He's knees precisely. He screamed, his legs buckled, and he collapsed heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his knees. His spiritual energy instantly became chaotic, and his cultivation began to fluctuate.

The two Qi Refining Level 1 disciples behind him were already terrified and dared not linger, turning to flee. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Qin Hu broke free from the binding of his spiritual energy, picked up his broadsword, and roared as he chased after him: "Trying to run? Stop right there! You dared to use sorcery to bully people? Today, I, Qin Hu, will beat you to a pulp!"

The two disciples, already of low cultivation, were further terrified by the gunshot and had no chance against Qin Hu. Qin Hu caught up in a few strides, swung his broadsword, and slammed the back of the blade into their backs. They screamed and fell to the ground. Not satisfied, Qin Hu kicked them several more times, shouting as he struck, "Serves you right for using sorcery! Serves you right for being arrogant! Now you know how powerful your grandfather is!"

After dealing with the two disciples, Qin Hu approached Huang Yiming and cautiously poked at the pistol in his hand, his eyes filled with curiosity and awe: "Brother Ming, this thing is too powerful, it's even more ferocious than a monster! That sound just now almost scared the soul out of me."

Huang Yiming deliberately pulled the trigger, producing a soft "click." Qin Hu shuddered in fright and stumbled backward, eliciting laughter from the crowd and instantly easing the tense atmosphere. Yang Xiu, enduring the pain in her chest, walked step by step to Huang Yiming's side, her eyes filled with worry yet also a hint of admiration, and whispered, "Young Master, are you alright?"

Huang Yiming shook his head, his gaze shifting to Zhou He kneeling on the ground, his tone icy: "Speak, how many cultivators does the Black Stone Sect actually have? Besides demanding compensation, what other purpose do you have here?"

Zhou He knelt on the ground, his face deathly pale, all traces of his previous arrogance gone. He knew he had kicked a hornet's nest—this mortal before him was far more complex than he appeared, and the "demon" in his hand was terrifying beyond measure. He dared not conceal anything and hurriedly said, "My lord, spare my life! The Black Stone Sect has a Foundation Establishment elder and over a dozen Qi Refining cultivators. I've come here for two reasons: first, to avenge Black Wind Village and demand compensation; second… I've heard that Qin Family Fortress possesses a rare treasure, and I'd like to investigate."

"A strange object?" Huang Yiming raised an eyebrow. "You mean this thing in my hand?"

Zhou He nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes! It is the wondrous item in your possession, sir! I only heard about it by chance, which is why I had the urge to snatch it. Please spare my life, sir! I will never dare to do it again. I will return to the Black Stone Sect immediately and will never cause trouble for the Qin Family Fortress again!"

Huang Yiming sneered—he wouldn't believe Zhou He's nonsense; letting a tiger return to the mountain would only leave future troubles. "Spare you? You just tried to demolish my Qin Family Fortress and kidnap my people, and now you think you can get away with just a word of mercy?" He raised his hand, his spiritual energy circulating slightly. This was the power he could barely muster after absorbing a small amount of spiritual energy through the system; though weak, it was enough to intimidate Zhou He.

Zhou He sensed the fluctuations of spiritual energy emanating from Huang Yiming and was terrified, repeatedly kowtowing, "My lord, spare my life! Please, my lord, spare my life! I'm willing to compensate Qin Family Fort for its losses, and I'm willing to hand over all the spiritual rice and demon beast cores!"

Huang Yiming ignored his pleas for mercy, gathered a wisp of spiritual energy at his fingertip, and gently struck Zhou He's dantian. Zhou He let out a shrill scream as his spiritual energy instantly dissipated, his dantian destroyed, rendering him completely useless. "Get back to the Black Stone Sect and tell your elders what happened here—tell them that Qin Family Fortress is not someone they can afford to offend. If they dare to provoke us again, I will definitely tear down your Black Stone Sect!"

Zhou He's face turned ashen, and he collapsed to the ground. He scrambled to his feet and fled Qin Family Fort in a disheveled state, not even bothering to look after his two disciples.

Qin Yuling walked to Huang Yiming's side, gazing at his back with a bright look in her eyes—a look that was a mixture of admiration, love, and shock. She had never imagined that this seemingly ordinary boy possessed such great power, and that the "miracle item" in his hand could crush cultivators.

Yang Xiu silently took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the dust off Huang Yiming's hands. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of tenderness and determination. The two women's eyes met, and they both saw their feelings for Huang Yiming in each other's eyes. There was a tacit understanding, but also a subtle sense of competition—they both wanted to stay by the side of this strong and reliable young man.

Qin Cang stepped forward and bowed deeply to Huang Yiming: "Thank you so much, young friend Huang, for saving us! If it weren't for you, my Qin Family Fortress would have been in grave danger today!" Qin Hu also quickly sheathed his broadsword and cupped his hands in thanks to Huang Yiming: "Brother Ming, you're amazing! I'll follow you from now on!"

Huang Yiming waved his hand, his gaze fixed on the direction Zhou He had fled, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes. He knew that once Zhou He returned, the Foundation Establishment elders of the Black Stone Sect would surely come to retaliate, and an even greater crisis was yet to come.

Meanwhile, Zhou He, fleeing in a disheveled state, encountered an old man in black robes with a sinister aura in the mountains outside Qin Family Fortress. The old man was none other than Mo Chen, a Foundation Establishment stage elder of the Black Stone Sect. Upon seeing Mo Chen, Zhou He, as if grasping at a lifeline, knelt down with a thud, weeping bitterly: "Elder! Please, do justice for me! I was bullied by a mere mortal from Qin Family Fortress, and my dantian has been destroyed!"

Mo Chen's eyes were icy cold. After listening to Zhou He's cries, his aura grew even more sinister, and a terrifying pressure swept out, snapping the surrounding trees. "A mere mortal dares to injure someone from my Black Stone Sect and cripple your dantian? Fine, very well!" Mo Chen spoke coldly, his tone filled with killing intent. "Pass on my order: gather all disciples, raze Qin Family Fortress to the ground, seize that mysterious weapon, and tear that mortal to pieces!"