Chapter 1821: Who Dares Call Himself Cooking God?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Snow was falling from the sky, and the air was very quiet.

Bu Fang opened his eyes and stared blankly at the gray sky. He felt as if he had been dreaming. A complicated emotion filled him as he recalled what he had just been through.

He sat up. There was a chill on his skin. He frowned when he looked down and saw that he had no clothes on. The snowflakes fell quietly from the sky and landed on him, melting with his body temperature and flowing in rivulets. He ran his fingers through his long hair, which spread out and brushed against his skin, tickling him.

Bu Fang stood up and glanced around. He should be in the remote mountain on Planet Immortality. It was from here he had vanished, and here he was reborn again. The God of Cooking’s gift to him was probably rebirth. Now, however, he was a complete mortal. He did not have any cultivation base, and his body was no longer the powerful flesh of a Chaotic Saint.

Bu Fang took a deep breath and shook his head. ‘Thank you for reviving me… But why strip me naked? Is this your quirk? Do you want me to freeze to death as soon as I’m reborn?’ He exhaled a warm breath and turned to leave the snowy mountain. His footprints gradually disappeared in the wind and snow.

Clad in ragged sackcloth, Bu Fang did not seek out his restaurant but blended in among the mortals. With his cooking skills, he managed to open a new restaurant. He also restarted his cultivation. Technically speaking, he was reincarnated and had started afresh. And perhaps because he had comprehended the Emotional Path, his progress was rapid.

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A giant python flew across the starry sky of the Chaotic Universe. With a sweep of its tail, it shattered a star.

In a flash of green light, Flowery descended into the Chaos Space. Her eyes were red with grief. Pressing her lips together, she clutched the lunch box in her arms and set off to find the people she was here for.

All the five Heavengod Temples had reappeared. They stood in the Chaos Space, forming a mysterious and powerful defensive array that sealed the whole universe. Therefore, Flowery’s arrival immediately drew the attention of the people here.

Lord Dog, Er Ha, Foxy, and Shrimpy all flew over and appeared in front of her almost in the blink of an eye. They were acquaintances, but none of them said anything. Flowery’s silence and her red eyes made them all sigh. They seemed to already know what had happened.

In the Temple of Heavengod Time, the four Heavengods stood together. Looking at Flowery, Lord Dog asked, “Little one, Bu Fang sent you here, didn’t he?”

Flowery nodded. She sighed and set the lunch box in front of Lord Dog. “Bu Fang asked me to bring these to you,” she said, opening the box and taking out a dish. It was an ordinary dish, still steaming.

“Here are Lord Dog’s Sweet ‘n’ Sour Ribs. Bu Fang specially made them for you…” she said as she handed Lord Dog the dish on a porcelain plate.

Lord Dog was taken aback. With a trembling paw, he took the dish. The ribs coated in the slow-flowing sauce were reflected in his pupils. As he stared at them, Bu Fang’s paralyzed face suddenly came to his mind. “Bu Fang boy…” he sighed.

He and Whitey were the companions who had been with Bu Fang the longest. They had been very much in each other’s company since they started in Fang Fang’s Little Store in the Light Wind Empire. He still remembered how Bu Fang would hold a plate of Sweet ‘n’ Sour Ribs and call him every day.

The ribs in front of him did not contain powerful energy and were not cooked with the finest dragon meat, but when he looked at them, he felt sad inside.

Lord Dog took a deep breath, then buried his head in the plate and began to eat the ribs as happily as he used to in Fang Fang’s Little Store. Before long, he had finished everything. He sighed again.

“It’s delicious… This is the best Sweet ‘n’ Sour Ribs I’ve ever had… But I’d rather not eat such an amazing dish,” he muttered. As his voice rang out, his aura began to fluctuate violently.

RUMBLE!

A terrifying aura shot straight up into the sky as if it was going to crush the starry sky and bring it down, and the pressure bursting out of it shocked the countless experts in the Chaos Space.

“This is… Is Heavengod Time making a breakthrough? Is he about to make the leap from a top Chaotic Saint to a perfected Chaotic Saint?!”

With just one dish, a perfected Chaotic Saint was created…

In the Temple of Heavengod Life…

Er Ha’s face was haggard. Resting his chin on one hand, he stared at a spicy strip that was placed on the table. It looked ordinary, giving off no light or energy, but his body and soul shook when he saw it.

“Spicy strip… Is this the last spicy strip I’ll ever eat? Bu Fang young man…”

His eyes were misty and slightly red. He ran his fingers through his hair, then picked up the spicy strip and stuffed it into his mouth. A lump came into his throat after he took just one bite. He covered his mouth as tears welled up in his eyes.

“I can never eat Bu Fang young man’s spicy strips again…” Er Ha was so sad that he could hardly breathe. He sobbed, covering his face. No one knew he was sad because of the spicy strips or Bu Fang.

In the Temple of Heavengod Destruction, Foxy was lying on her back, her limbs splayed and motionless. Beside her was a meatball.

In the Temple of Heavengod Space, Shrimpy was swimming in a jar of fine wine, its eyes rolling. It had literally turned into a drunken shrimp.

Looking at the Chaos Space, which was shrouded in a sad atmosphere, Flowery sighed. She turned around, transformed into a giant python, and flew toward the starry sky. After traveling through the cosmic portal, she came to the universe where Void City was located.

In the distance, the colossal city was quietly suspended in the starry sky. Flowery flew straight toward it. When she came over it, a noblewoman appeared, opened a passage, and led her into the city.

As Flowery landed in front of the Queen of Curses’ palace, Xiao Ai, Cursey, and the four dukes came up to her, looking at her with complicated eyes. They knew that she represented Bu Fang now, so her arrival filled them with mixed emotions.

“Where is Sister Nethery?” Flowery asked.

Xiao Ai pointed to the palace. At that, Flower turned to it and said, “Sister Nethery, the dish Bu Fang asked me to bring you is here.”

Cursey shook her head and said, “You’re wasting your time. She can’t hear you. Leave the dish with me, and I will give it to her when she comes out of seclusion.”

Flowery, however, shook her head and fixed her eyes firmly at the closed door of the palace. She waited for three days and three nights. Finally, when she was about to leave in despair, the door opened slightly, and an arm that seemed to be the most perfect one in the world stretched out from it.

“Give it to me.” Nethery’s cold voice rang out.

Flowery’s face lit up. With a shake of her hand, the bowl of fried rice flew out from the lunch box and landed in that perfect hand, which brought it back inside. After a long time, a terrifying aura erupted from the palace.

Looking at the tightly closed door, Cursey sighed. “I really don’t know if this is a blessing or a curse…” she murmured.

Nethery was at a critical juncture to inherit the Queen of Curses’ legacy, but she was distracted and came out to get a takeaway. No one knew if this would cause her to fail.

…

Four almighty experts sat cross-legged above the majestic Hangu Pass, suppressing a terrible being. Countless arrays filled the starry sky in front of them, and every star here contained lethal power.

Tongtian’s face was cold as he maintained the operation of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Array and the Ten Thousand Immortals Array. Yuanshi Tianzun held the Pangu Axe and was constantly building new arrays.

Lady Nuwa, on the other hand, fed the energy of her seven-colored divine stone into these arrays and kept them running. Next to them, a Buddha was chanting. Above him, a huge bell rumbled from time to time.

In the distance, a dish floated quietly in the starry sky, surrounded by countless arrays.

Suddenly, Tongtian flicked open his eyes. They shone blindingly as he found that a corner of the pseudo-God of Cooking dish, which was suppressing Soul God, was missing. It was as if someone had taken a bite of it. A shock of chill went through him in an instant.

“Dammit… That guy is starting to struggle!”

Yuanshi Tianzun, Lady Nuwa, and the Buddha all opened their eyes.

…

In an ordinary city on Planet Immortality, a young man began to rise slowly. He was very low-key, yet no one dared to mess with him.

The first year the youth came to the city, he opened an ordinary restaurant, and its business was booming. In the second year, the restaurant had become a place of royal concern, and no one dared to make trouble inside.

In the third year, the number one expert of the city came to the restaurant to cause trouble, but he was suppressed by the owner with just a wave of a hand. From then on, no one dared to mess with the restaurant. Even the royal family treated it with courtesy.

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Dressed in a white robe, Bu Fang closed the door of the restaurant and put up a closed sign, then returned upstairs. He did not sleep, however, but quietly sat cross-legged down and began his daily cultivation.

As he breathed, he absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth with astonishing speed. His body was glowing with a faint light. In just three years, his cultivation base had climbed by leaps and bounds. It had now reached the level of an Earth Immortal, just one step away from becoming a Heaven Immortal. In Bu Fang’s opinion, it was all well deserved.

After Bu Fang and Whitey were gone from Planet Immortality, many immortals also left, but there were still many experts who stayed behind. However, these immortals could not sense Bu Fang, who was slowly rising, at all. It was as if he had jumped out of heaven and earth and was growing quietly.

In the fifth year, Bu Fang frequently closed the restaurant. He left the planet and walked among the starry sky. He would linger among the dead stars, extracting a little essence each time. In the tenth year, he could not remember how many stars he had visited and how much essence he had extracted.

In the hundredth year, a ray of light ripped through Planet Immortality’s atmosphere and landed in the city. When it faded away, a man with eyebrows as sharp as swords and eyes shining like stars was revealed.

Dugu Wushuang had become a half-step Sacred Realm expert. His aura was a lot more ethereal and very strong, and the sword intent emanating from him threatened to shatter the sky. His eyes were calm, cool, and indifferent, as if he had seen through the vanity of the mortal world.

He reached a bottleneck, and because of missing the old days, he returned to this planet. He went to the old restaurant, but it had disappeared. It was taken away by someone with great power, leaving nothing behind but an empty piece of land. Though a hundred years had passed, no one in the city dared to encroach on this piece of land.

Wushuang knew that the cow had taken the restaurant and moved it to the Great Tianyuan World. According to him, it was Bu Fang’s world, the only great world he left behind.

He would occasionally go there for vacation. The spiritual energy in that world was rich, and the scenery was beautiful. He liked it very much there. Most importantly, he could feel Bu Fang’s aura in the Great Tianyuan World.

Nowadays, he was considered to be standing at the top of this universe. However, he would never forget that he owed everything to that man.

He walked through the city. Everything here had become strange to him. To a mortal, a hundred years was a lifetime. All that was left of the once-famous Wushuang Sword God were vague records of his deeds in the legend.

As he walked down the street, Wushuang had a nostalgic look on his face. In those five hundred years, he had often followed that man walking like this.

“Hurry up! The Cooking God is open for business again! We need to get there as quickly as possible before all the tables are taken!”

“What? The Cooking God’s restaurant is open for business again?”

“You bet! I’m certain that the Cooking God is an immortal. My dad told me that the restaurant had been in the town when he was still wearing open-backed pants!”

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Wushuang was feeling the aura of the busy city with his hands behind his back and his eyes closed when he suddenly heard those conversations. That stunned him.

“The Cooking God? This guy is really bold. Back then, even Bu Fang didn’t dare call himself Cooking God. Who is this arrogant guy?”

His face was expressionless, and the sword at his back began to shake.