Chapter 1815: 1815

Planet Immortality was very lively. The presence of the immortals had made this planet, which was so small that it would not be noticed by anyone in the universe, become famous. At the same time, the increase in the number of experts also accelerated its development.

Influenced by the power of many almighty experts, the spiritual energy on the planet also gradually became denser. As immortals, it was not difficult for them to influence the development of a planet with their auras.

Because of the increase in immortals and the fact that they couldn’t cultivate in this energy-starved planet for two hundred years, they found something interesting to do as a way to pass the time in the boring years. A few hundred years was still considered a long time if they did not cultivate.

So these immortals established clans, sects, and various powers, turning Planet Immortality, which was once dominated by mortals, into a world dominated by immortals. Some of them even participated in the establishment and change of mortal dynasties. They were amused by the sense of being in charge.

Of course, the immortals who would be so bored were mostly those whose cultivation base was not too powerful. They were usually Immortal Kings, Immortal Emperors, or Saints of the Great Path, and they all lived in the human world like mortals.

More and more immortals had gathered around Bu Fang’s restaurant, and his business was booming. However, no matter how popular it was, he still ran the restaurant with a casual attitude. If he did not want to open for business, no one could force him, not even when those immortals knelt and begged him.

Although he was only a mortal now and only cooked ordinary dishes that did not contain any spiritual energy, the immortals still enjoyed his cooking with relish.

Yang Jian and the Celestial Hound seemed to have settled down near the restaurant. He would come to the restaurant every day to eat, then take the black dog for a walk. In fact, he had quit his job as a guardian of the Celestial Court and was living near the restaurant. He just did not expect that he would stay here for so long.

He seemed to have also comprehended something after living a quiet life for two hundred years. In the past, he was like the brightest star, sharp enough to tear apart heaven and earth. He was a genius in the Celestial Court with an astounding cultivation base, and his halberd had killed so many enemies that all immortals feared him greatly.

However, after staying near Bu Fang for two hundred years, his murderous nature had become much more restrained. His every move was like a mortal now. As for the black dog, it might have forgotten that it was the Celestial Hound.

It ate and slept every day, and ate again after waking up. Its body had become twice as fat, and it no longer had the heroic appearance of the number one divine dog of the Celestial Court. But it enjoyed this kind of lifestyle very much. After all, not everyone could eat the dishes cooked by Cooking God Bu every day.

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Wisps of smoke swirled in the kitchen. Bu Fang sat quietly on a futon. In the center of the restaurant was a small tree. He had found it during his travels in an uninhabited land full of jagged rocks. The place was riddled with boulders, so hot in the day and so cold at night that even he felt uncomfortable.

In such an extreme environment, the small tree grew from the middle of two boulders. When Bu Fang saw it, its roots climbing on the surface of the rock were almost dry. Obviously, it was about to die. If he had not found it, no matter how hard it tried to fight the cruel fate, it would eventually be defeated by the great force of nature.

Bu Fang was deeply touched. The little tree’s strong will to live struck him, so he took it away. If he had left it where it was, the little sapling would have soon died.

The sapling was now thriving in his restaurant. As its branches and leaves swayed, they seemed to emanate the aura of a Supreme Path. After following Bu Fang for hundreds of years, it was already infused with his Path.

Amidst the rustling of the leaves, Bu Fang opened his eyes and stood up. His back was a little hunched. Even though his body was stronger than those mortals, two hundred years had pretty much worn out his vitality.

When a man got old, he pondered about more things. That was the case with Bu Fang now. He sometimes wondered if he was on the right path. Anyone who faces death fears it, especially the slow, unstoppable death of old age. The fear of waiting for life to come to an end was like an endless nightmare that swallows up everything in a person.

Bu Fang lightly thumped his back. His movement caused Wushuang, who was sitting cross-legged in the restaurant, to open his eyes.

“Master Bu.” Wushuang walked over and gave Bu Fang his arm. “Do you still want to open the restaurant today? Your condition…” he said worriedly.

In a corner, Eighty was lying listlessly on Whitey’s head.

Bu Fang waved his hand and opened his eyes slightly. “Don’t worry. Just open the door,” he said, then made his way slowly to the kitchen.

Wushuang sighed. He was now known as Dugu the Sword Immortal. Influenced by Bu Fang, his cultivation base had skyrocketed, and he was just one step away from being an Immortal King. His sword was so powerful that it could cut the heavens. Even Yang Jian had praised it before.

Two hundred years ago, he had unleashed his sword once. That time, an immortal puffed up with pride had asked Bu Fang to cook for him. Even though he was rejected, he kept on pestering Bu Fang. Without saying a word, Wushuang drew his sword, slew the immortal with a single stroke, and slashed the soul into pieces.

Since then, the whole Planet Immortality knew how terrible the Sword Immortal was, and no one dared to cause trouble in the restaurant again. Bu Fang’s life had become much quieter.

In the past, Bu Fang had awed the universe for suppressing and sealing Soul God, but he was only a mortal now. Because of that, many of the more extreme immortals and deities wanted to get the inheritance or higher-level cultivation methods from him.

Of course, these immortals and deities were fools, the kind with low cultivation bases. The truly formidable ones were deeply aware of Bu Fang’s terror. They were not only afraid of him, but also of Whitey, whose body was covered with cracks and rust.

Yes, Whitey was rusting. As Bu Fang grew old, so did it. Its metal skin was covered with rust now, making it look old and in disrepair. Eighty, on the other hand, had not eaten for years. It seemed to have sensed something, and every day it just lay listlessly on Whitey’s head, staring blankly at the restaurant.

Wushuang sighed, walked to the old wooden door, and pushed it open.

As soon as the door opened, it attracted the attention of countless immortals and deities. Streams of light flew in from all directions as they scrambled to be the first to enter the restaurant, fearing that if they were slow, they would not be able to eat anything.

Many immortals now pursued Bu Fang’s dishes, not for the sake of improving their cultivation base but to enter a higher realm. During these two hundred years, there had been several immortals who had eaten his dishes and broke through to a higher realm in a moment of thought.

There were even some who became Immortal Kings right after eating his dishes. This skyrocketed the restaurant’s reputation and attracted countless immortals to this remote planet from all over the universe.

“Line up in order… We only serve ten people today,” Wushuang said indifferently as he stood at the door, eyes downcast. It had been two hundred years since he had drawn his sword, but his aura was getting more and more terrifying.

The immortals descended and lined up in a quiet and orderly manner.

Yang Jian walked into the restaurant with the Celestial Hound. Wushuang nodded at him.

“Wushuang… your state of mind is still too sharp. You need to be more rounded so you can be stronger. After all, excessive strength gives easy access to fracturing,” Yang Jian said with a smile.

Wushuang cupped his fist respectfully.

Yang Jian sat in the restaurant and waited quietly. For two hundred years, he had been the first diner every time. Who dared to challenge him when he wanted to be the first? Those immortals outside certainly dared not.

The aroma of food wafted out from the kitchen.

Wushuang swept the immortals with his cold, sharp eyes. Five hundred years ago, he was very respectful to the immortals because he wanted to seek immortality. But after following Bu Fang for five hundred years, he finally learned that the so-called immortals were nothing to be afraid of. They were all mere wretches on the way to eternal life.

Suddenly, the tinkle of a bell rang out of the kitchen. Wushuang hurriedly walked into it, brought out a steaming dish, and set it in front of Yang Jian. The Celestial Hound stood up and put its two front feet on the table.

“Oh, it’s fried rice today.” Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and smiled. Then, he picked up a spoon and started eating.

It was not Egg-Fried Rice but fried rice. Under its simple appearance was something extraordinary. It contained many ingredients, but no matter how rich they were, the essence of the rice could not be concealed.

Nowadays, diners no longer needed to order what they wanted to eat. When they came into the restaurant, they ate whatever Bu Fang cooked for them. It was the same even for Yang Jian.

He put the spoon into his mouth. The aromatic rice and the other ingredients made him feel as if he was experiencing the vanity of the world. He closed his eyes and ate quietly. After a long time, he sighed.

Bu Fang’s cooking skills were getting better and better. In the past, his dishes were simply breathtaking and appetizing. But now, they would make one’s soul tremble and be deeply moved no matter how simple they were.

‘Is this his improvement? But the price… Can he really take it?’

Yang Jian opened his eyes, which were filled with confusion. During that battle hundreds of years ago, Soul God’s words and the Primitive Great Path’s silence had brought a violent impact to the souls of many experts of the Primitive Universe, including him.

“The ruthless path, the emotional path… Is it true that to set foot on the pinnacle of the universe, you must give up your emotions and desires, otherwise you cannot succeed?

‘Soul God did not hesitate to sacrifice the seven Great Soul Overlords. Even Soul, who admired him greatly, was ruthlessly abandoned by him. As for the Primitive Great Path, when the Primitive Universe was in danger of being destroyed, it remained indifferent…

‘Is this really what the path seekers want?’

Even though it was just a simple dish of fried rice, it caused Yang Jian’s mood to fluctuate.

…

Tens of thousands of miles beyond Planet Immortality, a giant python flew across the starry sky. Suddenly, it burst into a green light and transformed into an adorable young girl. A man with a cow head stopped beside her, and together, they landed on a dead planet, looking at the blue planet in the distance.

“We’re here at last,” said the girl, her voice sweet and full of energy.

The cow-headed man’s eyes sparkled. “Owner Bu, you’re not going to abandon me…” He took out a spirit fruit and gave it a bite.

Flowery glanced at Niu Hansan, then turned her eyes to Planet Immortality again, gritting her teeth.

She had been cultivating in seclusion for hundreds of years, and on the day she came out, she had reached the ultimate level of the Seven-colored Sky Devouring Python. And with the help of Niu Hansan, she had even completed an unprecedented evolution. Her cultivation base now was no longer the same as before. However, when she came out of seclusion, she found that everything had changed.

The familiar aura on Planet Immortality made her eyes twinkle, and her heart, which had long been very calm, was fluttering.

“Let’s go,” said Flowery.

Niu Hansan nodded excitedly—he was finally going to see Bu Fang. Flowery transformed into a green python again and flew toward Planet Immortality in a stream of green light.

As they passed through the planet’s atmosphere, Yang Jian, who was eating in the restaurant, opened his eyes slightly and frowned. “A Seven-colored Sky Devouring Python who had reached the ultimate level? What a fearsome aura…”

The immortals and deities on Planet Immortality were all shocked. When they looked up at the sky, they saw a terrifying python descending.

“Haha! Owner Bu, your Niu Hansan’s back!” The cow-headed man’s laughter resounded throughout the planet.

Ting-a-ling!

The curtain on the kitchen door was lifted. Bu Fang, stooping, slowly walked out and wiped the water off his hands with a clean cloth.

“Well… It’s about time for old friends to come to see me.” His eyes were calm, but emotions were surging behind them.

Wushuang paused for a moment, then his eyes turned red.