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

The faint light of the interdimensional passage gradually faded in mid-air. Huang Yiming held the barely breathing Qin Yuling tightly in one arm, and shielded his pale-faced parents with the other. The soles of his boots were still stained with mud from Black Wind Mountain in the fantasy world, and the lingering spiritual energy from his fingertips was slowly dissipating. A blood-stained bandage was wrapped around Qin Yuling's forehead, and blood dripped from her chin onto Huang Yiming's clothes, spreading a dark red. Her once bright and lively eyes were now only filled with a weak murmur: "Yiming, don't worry about me, protect Uncle and Auntie..."

"Shut up. With me here, no one can hurt you." Huang Yiming's voice was deep and firm. He gathered a wisp of spiritual energy at his fingertips and gently probed into Qin Yuling's meridians to ease her disordered spiritual energy. "Yang Xiu, prepare some healing herbs. We're going back right away."

Yang Xiu's voice immediately came through the system, tinged with urgency: "Young Master, the spiritual herbs and pills are all prepared, as well as the modern anti-inflammatory medicine you brought. I've arranged them all! However... I just detected abnormal spiritual energy fluctuations near the dual-realm passage through the system. It's like a demonic beast, yet it also carries a strange black aura. Please be careful!"

Huang Yiming's heart skipped a beat, and his gaze swept around—this was a wasteland on the outskirts of a modern city, overgrown with weeds, the night was deep, and only the distant streetlights cast a faint glow. He dared not delay, gently handing Qin Yuling to his mother for support, and instructing his father to stay by his side. He once again gathered the power of travel at his fingertips, and a pale blue light slowly enveloped the four of them, about to open the return passage.

"Ring ring—"

A piercing cell phone ring suddenly tore through the silence. The unfamiliar number flashing on the screen was cold and glaring, like a death knell from the abyss. Huang Yiming frowned, entrusted Qin Yuling to his mother, and strode to the side to answer the call. The voice on the other end was icy, stabbing straight into his eardrums: "Huang Yiming, don't waste your energy. Although Zhou He is crippled, the Black Stone Sect's spies are spread throughout both realms. Foundation Establishment Elder Liu Cang has already led ten Qi Refining cultivators on their journey to the modern world. This time, you won't escape!"

"A Foundation Establishment Elder?" Huang Yiming's eyes instantly turned frosty, his fingers gripping the phone so tightly that the phone screen turned white. "That old bastard Mo Chen really did have a backup plan." He hung up the phone without hesitation and immediately adjusted his spiritual energy to send his parents to a safe house that had been prepared in the suburbs. It was a house he had purchased with the money he had obtained from selling the jade. The walls were reinforced with three layers, and a spiritual energy shielding array was set up, which was enough to withstand the detection of low-level cultivators.

"Yiming, you must be careful and bring Yuling back safely." His mother, with red eyes, gripped his arm tightly; his father patted his shoulder as well, his voice heavy: "We're fine, don't worry about us, take care of yourselves and Yuling."

Huang Yiming nodded, turned and rushed back to Qin Yuling's side, bending down to pick her up in his arms. Her body was very light, her breath so faint it was almost imperceptible. "Yuling, just bear with it a little longer, you'll be able to heal when we get back." His voice was extremely gentle, his fingertips lightly wiping away the bloodstains on her cheek. Qin Yuling blinked weakly, reaching out to grab his sleeve, her voice barely a whisper: "I...I didn't hold you back, did I?"

"Silly girl, you've never been a burden to me." Huang Yiming's heart softened, and he hugged her, activating his teleportation power again. A faint blue light rose once more, and their figures gradually blurred. But as they passed through the city's most bustling jewelry market, the storage pouch at his waist suddenly began to vibrate violently—it contained several pieces of jadeite rough he had brought from the fantasy world. The jadeite was translucent, and its spiritual energy was leaking out. Su Qingyue, who had just walked out of the jewelry market, happened to bump into them.

Su Qingyue, dressed in a moon-white suit skirt, possessed a slender figure and a cool demeanor, exuding the noble aura of a wealthy heiress. Two assistants followed behind her, carrying exquisite jewelry gift boxes. She was the head of the Su Group, and today she had come to the jewelry city to inspect new products. However, she was drawn to the spiritual energy emanating from the storage bag. Her gaze sharp as an eagle, she quickly stepped forward and blocked Huang Yiming's path.

"Sir, please wait." Su Qingyue's voice was clear and melodious, yet carried an undeniable forcefulness. Her gaze was fixed directly on Huang Yiming's storage bag. "The jadeite rough in your storage bag possesses restrained spiritual energy, and its quality far surpasses that of top-grade materials in the secular world. It is definitely not an ordinary source. May I ask where your source is, sir?"

Huang Yiming's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly guessed that Su Qingyue's identity was extraordinary—to be able to see through the spiritual energy of a raw stone at a glance, one must either be a top-notch player with expertise or have a special background. He suppressed his vigilance and said calmly, "I cannot disclose the source of the goods, but if Miss Su likes one, I can give you one. Consider it a chance encounter."

Su Qingyue raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, before she smiled playfully. "Sir, you are quite generous. However, what I, Su Qingyue, want is always the best. If your source is reliable, I wouldn't mind doing business with you; the price is negotiable." As she spoke, her eyes never left the storage bag, clearly determined to acquire those raw stones.

The assistant quietly took out his phone and quickly snapped a picture of Huang Yiming's profile, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he typed: "Master, we have discovered a young man with rare jadeite rough. His spiritual energy is unusual, and he seems to have a special source of goods. He might be able to solve our raw material crisis."

Huang Yiming was oblivious to his assistant's subtle actions. At this moment, his mind was filled with Qin Yuling's injuries and the Black Stone Sect's pursuers; he only wanted to return to the Xuanhuan Realm as soon as possible. "If Miss Su is interested, please contact me again later." He held Qin Yuling in his arms, nodded slightly, and activated his teleportation power again. The pale blue light suddenly surged, and the two figures instantly disappeared at the entrance of the Jewelry City.

Su Qingyue stood there, gazing in the direction they had disappeared, thoughtfully rubbing her fingertips. "This Huang Yiming is quite mysterious." Her assistant stepped forward and whispered, "Miss, should we track him down?" Su Qingyue shook her head, a hint of inquiry flashing in her eyes. "No need. Since he dared to expose his spiritual energy, he must be fearless. Let's observe and see how things unfold; we'll eventually find out his background."

A moment later, Huang Yiming carried Qin Yuling to Qin Family Fortress. Yang Xiu was already waiting at the fortress gate. Seeing the two return, she immediately came forward, carrying a healing soup in her hands: "Young Master, how is Sister Yuling? Quickly, drink the soup first, then apply the spiritual herbs."

Huang Yiming carefully placed Qin Yuling on the soft couch. Yang Xiu immediately stepped forward and skillfully crushed the spiritual herbs, applying them to her wounds. Just then, Yang Xiu inadvertently glanced at the storage bag at Huang Yiming's waist, her eyes narrowing slightly—the spiritual energy of those jadeite rough stones was somewhat similar to the demonic sect aura she had seen before at Black Wind Mountain, only extremely weak, almost imperceptible.

She was puzzled but didn't ask further, silently noting it down, intending to inquire with Huang Yiming after Qin Yuling recovered. Meanwhile, Huang Yiming stood by the window, gazing at the night sky, his fingers clenched tightly—the Black Stone Sect's Foundation Establishment elder's attack, and the anomaly in the raw stone in his storage bag—an even greater crisis seemed to be quietly approaching. He secretly activated the system, attempting to investigate the source of the black aura on the raw stone, but the system only provided a vague prompt: "Low-level Demonic Sect aura detected, source unknown," which made him even more vigilant. Seeing his solemn expression, Qin Yuling struggled to her feet, gently tugging at his sleeve and softly comforting him, "Yiming, don't worry too much. No matter what happens, we'll stand by you." Huang Yiming turned back, looking at her pale yet resolute face, and the heaviness in his heart eased slightly. He reached out and grasped her hand, his tone solemn, "Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you. Black Stone Sect and Demon Sect, if they dare to provoke me, I will make them pay the price." The cold light in his eyes intensified as he began to plan his next move. He needed to quickly uncover the details of the collusion between the Demon Sect and Black Stone Sect, and also accelerate the stockpiling of resources and the enhancement of his strength to prepare for the impending storm.

While Yang Xiu was tidying up the spiritual herbs, she inadvertently saw a piece of raw stone with strange black patterns carved on it through the gap in Huang Yiming's storage bag. It had a striking resemblance to the Demon Sect's mark that she had seen in ancient books.