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

Seeing Huang Yiming's ordinary clothes and lack of presence, and then noticing Qin Yuling's strange attire, clearly indicating she was from out of town, the bald man became even more brazen. He reached out to touch Qin Yuling's cheek, his tone flippant: "Little lady, don't be shy. We brothers won't bully you. Just play with us, and you'll get your share of the benefits."

Qin Yuling's eyes turned cold, and a chill emanated from her body. If Huang Yiming hadn't held her down, she would have already drawn her sword and killed this lewd bald man—in the fantasy world, no one had ever dared to treat her so disrespectfully.

Huang Yiming pressed down on Qin Yuling's hand, feigning a timid expression. He quickly pulled out several dozen yuan in cash from his pocket, handed it to the bald man, and said with a forced smile, "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. We're from out of town and don't know the rules. Please take this money as a small token of our appreciation. Please let us go."

Seeing Huang Yiming's cowardly behavior, the bald man became even more arrogant. He snatched the cash, threw it on the ground, stomped on it several times, and spat, "Is this all the money you have? Are you trying to fob me off? Let me tell you, I'm protecting this young lady today. Either she plays with us, or you hand over ten thousand yuan, or don't blame us for being impolite!"

His henchmen echoed his sentiments, whistling and teasing Huang Yiming and Qin Yuling, their tone becoming increasingly lewd: "That's right, hurry up and hand over the money, or we'll break your legs!" "Little lady, don't follow this poor boy anymore, come with us, we guarantee you'll live the high life!"

Passersby stopped to watch, but no one dared to intervene. This bald man was a notorious thug in the area, often bullying outsiders, and everyone was afraid of getting into trouble.

The timidity on Huang Yiming's face vanished completely, his eyes instantly turned icy, and the smile on his lips became playful. He slowly released Qin Yuling's hand and said softly, "It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you'll really think I'm easy to bully."

Seeing Huang Yiming's sudden change in expression, the bald man paused for a moment, then sneered, "What? Poor kid, you think you can resist? I think you're tired of living!" He waved to his henchmen behind him, "Go get him! Break this kid's legs and take this little lady back!"

Upon hearing this, several henchmen immediately charged at Huang Yiming, swinging their fists. Huang Yiming dodged the first henchman's punch with ease, and then punched him in the stomach with a backhand. The henchman screamed, bent over, and fell to the ground, curled up in pain.

Seeing this, the other henchmen rushed forward. Huang Yiming's movements were swift and decisive, each punch landing with deadly force. During his time in the fantasy world, although Huang Yiming's cultivation level wasn't high, his physical body had been initially strengthened by spiritual energy. Coupled with the fighting skills he had learned in his previous life, dealing with these thugs was a piece of cake for him.

Qin Yuling stood to the side, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes—she hadn't expected Huang Yiming to be so agile, without any spiritual energy or a pistol at his side. Seeing one of her underlings sneak up on Huang Yiming from behind, she instantly darted forward, picked up a stone from the ground, and, gripping it like a sword hilt, smashed it hard into the underling's head. The underling screamed and immediately lost consciousness.

In just a few minutes, Huang Yiming and Qin Yuling had beaten several of his underlings to a pulp, leaving them sprawled on the ground howling in pain. The bald man's face turned deathly pale at the sight: he never expected this seemingly ordinary poor boy to be so formidable, even his strongest henchman was no match for him.

But the bald man was, after all, the local thug boss, and he couldn't afford to lose face like this. He gritted his teeth, pulled a switchblade from his waist, pressed the switch, and the blade instantly sprang out, gleaming with a cold, sharp light. "You poor kid, you dare touch my men? I think you're tired of living!"

He roared and brandished his switchblade, lunging at Huang Yiming with madness in his eyes. Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold, showing no fear. He easily dodged to the side, and at the same time, he grabbed the bald man's wrist and twisted it hard. With a crisp crack, the bald man let out a shrill scream, and the switchblade clattered to the ground.

Huang Yiming snatched the switchblade from the bald man's neck and held it against his skin. The blade pressed against the man's skin, and the icy chill made him tremble. "Say what you just said again?" Huang Yiming's voice was cold and piercing, devoid of any emotion.

The bald man was terrified. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees, kowtowing repeatedly. "Big brother, big brother, spare me! I was wrong. I shouldn't have taken liberties with your girlfriend, and I shouldn't have extorted you. Please forgive me! I'll never do it again!"

"I'll spare you," Huang Yiming said, his tone still icy. "First, compensate me for the money you just stepped on, then give me ten thousand yuan as an apology—otherwise, I'll cripple your hand."

Baldy dared not refuse. He quickly pulled out his wallet, emptied out all the money inside, and hurriedly called his men, ordering them to send over ten thousand yuan immediately. Not long after, one of his underlings brought the money. Baldy hurriedly handed it to Huang Yiming, his face plastered with a fawning smile: "Brother, the money is all here. Please spare my life. I'll never dare to do it again."

Huang Yiming took the money, handed it to Qin Yuling without even looking at it, then kicked the bald man in the chest and said coldly, "Get out! If I ever see you bullying anyone again, I'll cripple you!"

Baldy felt like he'd been granted a pardon. He scrambled to his feet and led his henchmen away in a disheveled state, not even bothering to pick up the switchblade lying on the ground. Passersby applauded and cheered, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at Huang Yiming.

With the crisis averted, Qin Yuling looked at everything before her, her face full of curiosity. Pointing to a car parked by the roadside, she asked softly, "Yiming, what's that? How can it run so fast without a horse?" She then pointed to a streetlamp, her eyes filled with doubt, "And this, why is it glowing? Does it contain spiritual energy?"

Huang Yiming smiled and patiently explained, "This is called a car. It's a means of transportation in our world. It doesn't use horses; it's powered by gasoline and runs faster than the fastest demon beasts. This is a street lamp, used for lighting. It contains light bulbs and isn't made of spiritual energy."

Qin Yuling nodded, seemingly understanding, her curiosity growing stronger. She couldn't resist reaching out to touch the lampshade, but the moment she touched it, she was shocked by the electric current, her fingertips going numb. She looked at Huang Yiming with a wronged expression, pouting, and said, "This thing is fierce; it bites."

Huang Yiming couldn't help but laugh and reached out to ruffle her hair: "This is an electric current, not a bite. Don't touch it randomly in the future, or you'll get hurt." Just then, a passerby took out his phone to take a picture of Qin Yuling, wanting to record this strangely dressed and stunningly beautiful girl.

Upon seeing this, Qin Yuling's expression changed. Thinking the other party was using a "soul-capturing spell," she quickly drew her sword and was about to slash at them, shouting, "Sorcery! How dare you use sorcery against me!"

Huang Yiming quickly stopped her, saying with a wry smile, "Don't be impulsive. This isn't sorcery. It's a cell phone, used to take pictures and make calls. It can record people's appearance, not a soul-capturing spell." As he explained, he waved to the passerby to stop taking pictures. The passerby quickly put away her phone, smiled awkwardly, and turned to leave.

After calming Qin Yuling down, Huang Yiming led her towards his home. Along the way, Qin Yuling looked around curiously, her curiosity evident. Everyone else was equally curious, frequently asking Huang Yiming various questions, which he patiently answered one by one.

When Huang Yiming's parents saw Qin Yuling at home, they were full of questions and quickly asked, "Yiming, who is this girl? Why is she dressed so strangely?"

Huang Yiming quickly explained, "Mom and Dad, this is Qin Yuling, the daughter of a distant relative. She grew up in the countryside and this is her first time in the city, so she's dressed rather differently. Something happened at her family, so she's staying with us for a while."

Qin Yuling quickly bowed to Huang Yiming's parents and said softly in Huang Yiming's tone, "Hello, Uncle and Aunt." Although she didn't know modern etiquette, she imitated it very well, which made Huang Yiming's parents very happy.

After calming his parents down, Huang Yiming led Qin Yuling to his room. With a thought, he took out several pieces of jadeite rough and a few hundred-year-old wild ginseng roots from his storage space. "Yuling," he said, "these are treasures I brought from the fantasy world. They're extremely valuable in our world. I plan to contact buyers to sell them and then use the proceeds to purchase a large quantity of heavy weapons and medicines to take back to the fantasy world to deal with the Black Stone Sect's retaliation."

Qin Yuling nodded, looking at the jadeite rough and wild ginseng in front of her, her eyes full of surprise: "These things are precious in the fantasy world, but they're not this valuable, are they?"

"In the fantasy world, these are auxiliary materials for cultivators; but in our world without spiritual energy, they have become rare treasures and are extremely expensive." Huang Yiming smiled and took out his phone to call the owner of the traditional Chinese medicine shop he had previously cooperated with.

After the call connected, Huang Yiming got straight to the point: "Boss Li, I have a few hundred-year-old wild ginseng roots and a few pieces of jadeite rough. Do you want them? The price is negotiable."

But the voice of Mr. Li on the other end of the phone was unusually panicked, and he said in a very low voice, "Young man Huang, don't get me into trouble! Someone warned me not to accept anything from you, and said you've offended a big shot. If I dare to accept anything, they'll tear down my Chinese medicine shop! I can't take that risk. You'd better find someone else!"

After saying that, Boss Li hurriedly hung up the phone, leaving only the busy tone. Huang Yiming gripped his phone, his face instantly darkening, his heart tightening—his worst fears had come true; the Black Stone Sect had actually tracked him down to the modern world!