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

Inside the guest room of Qin Family Fort, spiritual energy swirled, and the fragrance of century-old spiritual herbs permeated the air. Yang Xiu was carefully applying ointment to Qin Yuling, his brows furrowed: "Sister Yuling, your meridians are severely damaged, and your spiritual energy is stagnant. Fortunately, Young Master brought modern anti-inflammatory medicine; otherwise, you would need at least a month to recover."

Qin Yuling leaned against the soft couch, her face still pale, but she managed a weak smile: "Thanks to Yiming, if it weren't for him, I'm afraid I would have really damaged my foundation this time." Her gaze was directed out the window, her eyes full of concern, "I wonder how Yiming is now. The Foundation Establishment elders of the Black Stone Sect are attacking. Will he be in danger all by himself?"

"Don't worry, Sister Yuling, Young Master is very powerful." Yang Xiu comforted her while tidying up the ointment. "The modern weapons he has can even injure Qi Refining cultivators. Even Foundation Establishment elders might not be able to gain the upper hand. Moreover, Young Master has already arranged for the guard team to be deployed. He also said he would teach Brother Qin Hu how to use those 'divine weapons,' so we will have more confidence in the future."

No sooner had he finished speaking than hurried footsteps sounded outside the door. Qin Hu, carrying a hoe, burst in excitedly, grabbing Huang Yiming's arm as he entered. His voice urgent, "Brother Ming! Brother Ming! Quickly teach me how to use your divine weapon that can pierce through cultivators! I want to kill those Black Stone Sect scum, protect Qin Family Fortress, and protect Sister Yuling!"

Huang Yiming shook his head helplessly, looking at Qin Hu's anxious expression... Judging from his expression, he ultimately didn't refuse. He took out a pistol and a box of bullets from his storage space, placed them on the table, and said in a serious tone: "This thing is called a pistol. It's very powerful. If you're not careful, you might hurt your own people. You have to learn how to use it carefully."

Qin Hu nodded repeatedly, his eyes fixed on the pistol. He reached for it, but Huang Yiming stopped him: "Listen to the rules first. Never point the gun at your own people. Pull the trigger steadily, aim carefully at the target, understand?"

"Got it, got it!" Qin Hu rubbed his hands together, looking eager. Huang Yiming guided him step by step in holding the gun and aiming, adjusting his posture with his fingertips: "Relax your shoulders, keep your eyes on the crosshairs, breathe steadily, don't panic."

Qin Hu studied with exceptional focus, holding his breath and staring intently at the distant target before slowly pulling the trigger. "Bang!" A loud bang rang out, but the bullet missed the target, instead striking precisely the roof of the Qin Family Fort's granary. A large hole was pierced through the wooden planks, and the grain inside spilled out, scattering all over the ground.

"Oh no!" Qin Hu's hand trembled in fright, and he dropped his pistol. His face turned pale instantly. "Oh no, Brother Ming, I've blown through the granary! Uncle Qin is definitely going to yell at me!"

Looking at the grain scattered on the ground and then at Qin Hu's panicked appearance, Huang Yiming couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You little rascal, you're so clumsy. Luckily you only broke through the granary. If you had broken through the modern supplies in the storage room, I'd have dealt with you!"

Yang Xiu and Qin Yuling couldn't help but laugh too, instantly dispelling the previously somber atmosphere of healing. Qin Hu scratched his head, looking embarrassed, "I didn't mean to, I'll be more careful next time, Brother Ming, please don't tell Uncle Qin!"

Huang Yiming nodded helplessly, bent down to pick up the pistol and handed it back to Qin Hu: "Try again. This time you have to be steady. If you miss again, you'll be punished by having to clean up the granary and pick up all the spilled grain."

Qin Hu quickly took the pistol and aimed again. This time, he held his breath, slowly adjusted his posture, and gently pulled the trigger. "Bang!" The bullet grazed the edge of the target. Although it didn't hit the center, it was much better than the first time.

"Great, Brother Ming! I almost hit it!" Qin Hu shouted excitedly, about to fire again, but Huang Yiming suddenly grabbed his hand, his eyes instantly turning serious: "Don't make a sound, someone's coming."

Qin Hu instantly fell silent, following Huang Yiming's gaze to look out the window. He saw several figures lurking quietly in the bushes outside Qin Family Fortress, their presence concealed, yet Huang Yiming still sensed them through the system. "Are they from the Black Stone Sect?" Qin Hu lowered his voice, gripping his pistol tightly, his eyes filled with rage.

"No, their aura is weaker than that of the Qi Refining cultivators from the Black Stone Sect. They should be remnants left behind by Zhou He." Huang Yiming's voice was icy, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. "With Zhou He crippled, these people must have come to steal modern supplies to report back to the Black Stone Sect."

He turned to Qin Hu and said, "You continue practicing your shooting here, don't alert them. I'll go deal with these bastards." Qin Hu nodded quickly, "Brother Ming, I'll go with you!" Huang Yiming shook his head, "No need, you focus on practicing your shooting. We might need your help later. Remember, no matter what noise you hear, don't go out easily."

After speaking, Huang Yiming quietly left the guest room, gathering spiritual energy at his fingertips, and his figure darted towards the mountains like a ghost. Yang Xiu walked to Qin Yuling's side and whispered, "Sister Yuling, Young Master will definitely be able to handle those people, we don't need to worry. By the way, I saw the jadeite rough in Young Master's storage bag yesterday, it had some strange patterns on it, I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

Qin Yuling frowned, her tone doubtful: "Strange patterns? Could it be some kind of mark from the fantasy world?" Yang Xiu shook his head: "It doesn't seem like it. Those patterns are very eerie, carrying a hint of black energy. I have a feeling it's not a good omen. Let's ask the young master when he returns."

At this moment, in the mountains and forests, Zhou He's confidants were squatting in the grass, talking in hushed tones: "Senior brother, Huang Yiming is definitely in Qin Family Fort. The storage room is on the west side. Let's sneak in, steal a few modern supplies, and leave without alerting him."

"Don't worry, I've already figured out the defenses. The guards are all training on the east side, and there's no one guarding the west side." The leading cultivator sneered, his eyes filled with greed. "As long as we can steal that mysterious weapon, we'll gain the favor of the Foundation Establishment elders. Then, Huang Yiming's death will be imminent!"

As the two were about to get up, a cold voice suddenly came from behind them: "Do you think you can escape?" Huang Yiming slowly emerged from behind the tree, rifle in hand, muzzle pointed at them, his eyes devoid of any warmth. He had already used the system to find out the two men's backgrounds, knowing they were Zhou He's most loyal confidants and liaisons between the Black Stone Sect and the Demonic Black Stone Sect. They had come not only to steal modern supplies but also to investigate his secrets of time travel. The leading cultivator, seeing that Huang Yiming had already seen through their scheme, instantly turned grim. He whispered a signal to his disciple beside him, and the two simultaneously circulated their spiritual energy, their black aura growing increasingly dense, clearly intending to fight to the death. Huang Yiming sneered, showing no fear. He lightly pulled the trigger of his rifle, a bullet whizzing past the leading cultivator's ear, leaving a bloody mark. He warned, "If you don't want to die, obediently confess what agreement the Black Stone Sect and the Demonic Sect have reached?"

Realizing their presence had been discovered, the two cultivators suddenly pulled out a black token from their robes. Once activated, the token emitted a strange black aura. Huang Yiming's pupils constricted—the patterns on the token were exactly the same as those on the jadeite rough stone Yang Xiu had described.