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

The news that one armor-piercing shell was missing struck like a bolt from the blue, instantly shattering Huang Yiming's last glimmer of hope. Four armor-piercing shells couldn't even penetrate Mo Chen's spiritual energy barrier, let alone seriously injure him. Now, Yang Xiu, Qin Yuling, and the guards were all wounded and lying on the ground, powerless to resist. He was isolated and helpless, able only to watch Mo Chen approach step by step, the shadow of death instantly looming over the entire scene.

A fast-paced opening: Mo Chen grinned maliciously, his steps heavy, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly. The spiritual energy barrier remained unshaken, and his murderous aura grew increasingly intense: "Huang Yiming, I'll give you one last chance—hand over the secret of the interdimensional travel, hand over that mysterious weapon, and I might spare your lives; otherwise, today all of you will pay for the lives of my Black Stone Sect disciples!"

Huang Yiming shielded Qin Yuling and Yang Xiu behind him, gripping his rifle tightly, his eyes resolute. Even in dire straits, he showed no sign of backing down: "Mo Chen, don't dream! You want to access the secrets and weapons? I'll have to die!" He knew that if he handed over the secrets, not only would he die, but Qin Yuling, Yang Xiu, his parents, and even the entire Qin Family Fortress would be wiped out by the Black Stone Sect. He could not compromise.

Enraged by this, Mo Chen roared and raised his hand, gathering dense spiritual energy, preparing to deliver a fatal blow and completely kill Huang Yiming and the others. Just at this critical moment, a familiar figure leaped down from the exhibition hall's ventilation duct like a ghost, landing with a loud thud, carrying a backpack—it was Qin Hu!

"Brother Ming! Sister Yuling! Sister Yangxiu! I've come to save you!" Qin Hu shouted, his face full of anxiety, his clothes covered in dust, clearly having rushed here in a hurry, even deliberately taking a detour through the ventilation ducts to avoid Mo Chen's sight. Huang Yiming was full of surprise. He had clearly instructed Qin Hu to stay in the fantasy world to train the guard team and protect Qin Family Fortress, but he didn't expect him to have secretly followed him here.

"Qin Hu? What are you doing here? Get out of here! It's dangerous, you're no match for him!" Huang Yiming shouted urgently. He knew that Qin Hu was just a mortal, and even if he had learned to use a gun, he was no match for Mo Chen, a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Staying here would only be a pointless death.

Qin Hu scratched his head, his face honest but his eyes resolute: "Brother Ming, I was worried about your safety, so I secretly followed Sister Yang Xiu and traveled here using the system. On the way, we even encountered some henchmen from the Black Stone Sect, but I took care of them all with the marksmanship you taught me! I also secretly took an armor-piercing bullet, just in case you didn't have enough!" As he spoke, he pulled an armor-piercing bullet from his backpack and held it high, his face full of pride.

Huang Yiming was overjoyed—it turned out that Qin Hu had secretly taken the missing armor-piercing bullet! He immediately shouted to Qin Hu, "Qin Hu, quick! Aim at Mo Chen's chest; that's the weakest point in his spiritual energy barrier. Hit him with the armor-piercing bullet! Only then will we have a chance to survive!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Hu immediately drew his rifle, gripped it tightly as Huang Yiming had taught him, and squinted to aim. However, his excessive nervousness caused his hands to tremble uncontrollably, making the muzzle shake violently and preventing him from aiming at Mo Chen. Seeing this, Mo Chen sneered, his tone full of mockery: "Where did this fool come from, daring to show off his skills in front of me? You're simply overestimating yourself!" Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and shot a burst of spiritual energy towards Qin Hu, clearly intending to eliminate him first.

Seeing this, Huang Yiming immediately pulled the trigger, firing his last armor-piercing bullet at Mo Chen's shoulder—though it failed to penetrate the barrier, it successfully restrained Mo Chen's movements, causing the spiritual energy to veer off course and strike the wall beside him, blasting a large crater. "Qin Hu, stay calm, don't panic! Do as I taught you, take a deep breath, aim for his chest and pull the trigger!" Huang Yiming shouted urgently, his tone full of anxiety yet tinged with anticipation.

Qin Hu took a deep breath, steadied his arm using the method Huang Yiming had taught him, and narrowed his eyes to precisely lock onto Mo Chen's chest—the spiritual energy barrier there was indeed weaker than elsewhere, with a faint glow flowing through it. Without further hesitation, he pulled the trigger sharply, and the armor-piercing bullet whistled out, carrying a sharp gust of wind, and accurately struck Mo Chen's chest.

The moment of triumph erupted: "Pfft—" Mo Chen groaned, his spiritual energy barrier shattering instantly. The armor-piercing bullet penetrated his robe and embedded itself in his flesh, causing blood to gush out. His spiritual energy became chaotic, and his previously formidable pressure dissipated by more than half in an instant. He stared at Qin Hu in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock and resentment: "Impossible! How could a mortal fool possibly hit me? How could he possibly pierce my spiritual energy barrier?"

Seizing the opportunity, Huang Yiming immediately picked up the rifle on the ground, quickly loaded the remaining armor-piercing rounds, and pulled the trigger repeatedly. Armor-piercing rounds struck Mo Chen's chest and dantian one after another. He was covered in blood, staggered backward, and his breath grew weaker and weaker. Gone was his previous arrogance. He fell to the ground and struggled to get up, but he couldn't move at all.

"Well done, Qin Hu!" Huang Yiming couldn't help but praise him—he hadn't expected Qin Hu to make such a crucial contribution at this critical moment; without him, they would surely be dead today. Qin Hu scratched his head, looking smug: "Brother Ming, it's all thanks to your excellent teaching! I want to learn more skills from you in the future, to become the most powerful bodyguard, and protect you, Sister Yuling, and Sister Yang Xiu!"

A romantic subplot unfolds: Qin Yuling and Yang Xiu lean against each other, watching Qin Hu's valiant appearance, then glancing at the composed and decisive Huang Yiming beside them, their hearts filled with warmth. Qin Yuling whispers, "It's so good to have you here; we're finally safe." Yang Xiu nods, her eyes full of admiration, "Young Master, Qin Hu, thank you both. If it weren't for you, Sister Yuling and I would probably be dead today."

Plot progression: Huang Yiming walked up to Mo Chen, looking down at him with an icy tone: "Speak, what exactly is the collusion between the Black Stone Sect and the Demonic Sect? What is your purpose in sending so many cultivators to the modern world? How many more cultivators have already crossed over?"

Blood trickled from the corner of Mo Chen's mouth, his eyes filled with a sinister glint, yet he still refused to bow his head: "Even if I die, I will not tell you any secrets! The Demon Sect Master will soon avenge me, and then all of you will die without a burial place!"

Huang Yiming sneered, raised his foot and stepped on Mo Chen's chest, his tone even colder: "You think I can't find out if you don't talk? I have plenty of ways to make you talk." Mo Chen was in excruciating pain from the step, more blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his breath grew weaker and weaker, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to reveal a single word.

Just as Huang Yiming was about to press further, a ruthless glint flashed in Mo Chen's eyes. He suddenly detonated the remaining spiritual energy within his body, intending to perish together with Mo Chen. Huang Yiming's expression changed drastically, and he quickly led Qin Yuling, Yang Xiu, and Qin Hu to dodge. With a deafening roar, the explosion left Mo Chen's body without a trace, and the exhibition hall walls collapsed again, scattering rubble everywhere. Huang Yiming carefully searched the ruins, hoping to find clues about the collusion between the Black Stone Sect and the Demonic Sect. However, he unexpectedly discovered a black token—engraved with a strange Demonic Sect symbol, its lines twisted and radiating a sinister aura. He gripped the token tightly, his heart growing increasingly heavy: the collusion between the Black Stone Sect and the Demonic Sect was far more complex than he had imagined, and a greater crisis was quietly brewing.