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

After hanging up Mo Chen's call, Huang Yiming's face instantly turned deathly pale, and his aura turned icy cold. Although he hadn't personally experienced the terror of Foundation Establishment cultivators, he knew from Zhou He that while the spiritual energy barrier of a Qi Refining cultivator could be pierced by a pistol, the spiritual energy barrier condensed by a Foundation Establishment cultivator was far harder than imagined. Ordinary rifles and pistols probably couldn't even budge it, let alone leave a mark.

"Yiming, what's wrong? Is it the Black Stone Sect calling?" Qin Yuling noticed his unusual behavior and quickly grasped his hand, her eyes firm and her tone resolute, "No matter who it is, I will do everything in my power to protect you. This time, I won't hold you back. Even if it's a Foundation Establishment cultivator, I dare to fight him!"

A high-energy opening: Just as Qin Yuling finished speaking, a violent tremor suddenly erupted in the distance, followed by a deafening explosion. The glass curtain wall of the exhibition hall shattered instantly, sending debris flying. A black figure, like a ghost, burst through the wall and landed in the center of the hall, amidst a cloud of dust. His imposing aura swept across the entire space. Mo Chen, dressed in a black Daoist robe, had a sinister face, the Black Stone Sect's emblem etched on his forehead. His eyes, sharp as knives, were fixed on Huang Yiming. A dense aura emanated from him; its mere presence in the air made breathing difficult.

A desperate setup: Mo Chen sneered, a ferocious smile curving his lips. With a wave of his hand, a burst of spiritual energy erupted, instantly overturning tables, chairs, and display stands in the exhibition hall. Broken jade and medicinal herbs scattered everywhere, turning the once luxurious space into a scene of utter chaos in an instant. The remaining staff screamed and fled in terror, some even collapsing to the ground, trembling so much they lacked the strength to run. Huang Yiming quickly shielded Qin Yuling behind him, swiftly drawing his pistol and pointing it at Mo Chen. His tone was icy, yet he feigned composure: "Elder Mo Chen, I have no grudge against the Black Stone Sect. You have repeatedly come to provoke me; do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

"No enmity?" Mo Chen roared, his voice shaking the entire exhibition hall. The spiritual energy fluctuations became increasingly violent. "You killed my Black Stone Sect disciple, crippled my sect cultivator Zhou He, and stole my sect's treasures. You still dare to say there's no enmity? Today, I will grind you to dust and let everyone know the consequences of offending the Black Stone Sect!" With that, he raised his hand and unleashed a black palm shadow, carrying a world-destroying aura, towards Huang Yiming and Qin Yuling.

(A satisfying build-up, though perhaps a bit tense): Huang Yiming didn't dare hesitate for a moment, immediately pulling the trigger. The bullet whistled out, carrying a sharp gust of wind as it shot towards the palm shadow. But just as the bullet was about to hit, an invisible barrier of spiritual energy suddenly appeared in front of Mo Chen. The bullet bounced off instantly, leaving not even a trace, and was instead struck by the rebounding spiritual energy against the adjacent display stand with a loud "clang." Mo Chen sneered, his tone full of mockery: "A mortal's worthless scrap metal dares to be so presumptuous in front of me, a Foundation Establishment cultivator? Simply overestimating yourself!"

The desperate situation escalated: Mo Chen raised his hand and unleashed another burst of spiritual energy, precisely striking Huang Yiming's shoulder. Huang Yiming staggered back several steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His pistol fell from his hand, and a piercing pain shot through his shoulder. All his strength seemed to have been drained, and he couldn't even lift his arm. Qin Yuling's eyes flashed with anxiety. She drew her sword and rushed forward, gathering a faint spiritual energy on the blade as she slashed at Mo Chen, trying to buy Huang Yiming time to escape. But she was ultimately just a mortal. Even with the enhancement of spiritual energy, she was no match for a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Mo Chen casually sent her flying with a single palm strike. Qin Yuling crashed heavily against the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Her sword fell to the ground, and she was too weak to get up. She could only lie on the ground, anxiously watching Huang Yiming.

The romance intensifies: Ignoring his shoulder injury, Huang Yiming staggered over and picked up Qin Yuling, his eyes filled with heartache and self-reproach: "Yuling, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have brought you to the city and put you in danger." Qin Yuling weakly shook her head against his chest, reached out to stroke his cheek and whispered, "Yiming, I'm fine. You must live well. Don't die for me in vain. I want to stay with you and watch you get better and better." Far away in the fantasy world, Yang Xiu sensed the danger the two were in through the system and was frantic. He immediately mobilized the Qin Family Fortress guards, activated the system's teleportation function, and led several guards to the modern world to provide support.

Plot progression: Mo Chen approached step by step, his eyes sinister, a ferocious smile playing on his lips: "Huang Yiming, surrender now, and I'll give you a quick death. Otherwise, I'll kill her first, then slowly torture you, and finally destroy everything you have, making you wish you were dead!" Huang Yiming, holding Qin Yuling, retreated continuously, his heart filled with anxiety—ordinary firearms were no match for Mo Chen; if this continued, they would both die here.

A plot twist: At the critical moment, Huang Yiming suddenly remembered the homemade armor-piercing bullets in his storage space—these were specially prepared to deal with Foundation Establishment cultivators. Made with modern military technology, they were far more powerful than ordinary bullets, capable of penetrating hard metal, and perhaps even breaking through Mo Chen's spiritual energy barrier. He subtly winked at Qin Yuling, signaling her to pick up the rifle and distract Mo Chen, while he, taking advantage of the moment, swiftly retrieved the armor-piercing bullets from his storage space and loaded them into the rifle, his movements decisive and without the slightest delay.

Seeing Qin Yuling still struggling, Mo Chen roared and raised his hand to strike her again, his palm filled with even more energy, clearly intending to kill Huang Yiming with a single blow. In that critical moment, Huang Yiming suddenly pulled the trigger, and the armor-piercing round whistled out, striking Mo Chen precisely in the chest with a sharp gust of wind.

A desperate turnaround setup (anti-suppression): Unexpectedly, after the armor-piercing bullet struck Mo Chen's spiritual energy barrier, it only produced a loud "bang," causing ripples in the barrier, but it wasn't breached; it merely loosened slightly. Mo Chen was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, his tone increasingly mocking: "I didn't expect you to have something like this. Too bad, still useless trash, it can't hurt me in the slightest!"

Huang Yiming's expression changed drastically, and his heart sank—even his self-made armor-piercing bullets couldn't penetrate Mo Chen's spiritual energy barrier. Could it be that he and Qin Yuling were really going to perish here today? Mo Chen sneered and raised his hand again, his spiritual energy condensing into an even larger palm shadow, which he slapped towards Huang Yiming. The momentum was even more terrifying than before, clearly indicating that he wanted to completely eliminate them.

Just then, Yang Xiu arrived with the Qin Family Fort's guards. Several guards immediately drew their rifles and pulled the triggers, firing a hail of bullets at Mo Chen's spiritual energy barrier. Although they couldn't penetrate it, they temporarily restrained Mo Chen's movements. Yang Xiu rushed to Huang Yiming's side, supporting the injured Qin Yuling, her voice anxious, "Young Master, Sister Yuling, are you alright? I've brought the guards to support you!"

Even with the support of the guards, they were no match for Mo Chen. With a wave of his hand, Mo Chen sent several guards flying, and they fell to the ground, screaming in pain from their injuries. Yang Xiu drew his sword and rushed forward to fight Mo Chen, but he was no match for him either. After only a few moves, he was struck by Mo Chen's palm and fell to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Huang Yiming looked at the wounded Yang Xiu, Qin Yuling, and the guards lying on the ground, despair filling him. He pulled out armor-piercing rounds from his storage space again, preparing for a desperate last stand, but upon opening the storage space, he discovered that one of the five armor-piercing rounds he had prepared was missing, leaving only four—these four were far from enough to penetrate Mo Chen's spiritual energy barrier. Mo Chen approached step by step, sneering, "Huang Yiming, out of options, aren't you? Prepare to die!"