Chapter 1321 - The Liquid Drops of the God of Cooking“s Divine Power

‘Bu Fang cooked this? He was cooking it in the kitchen just now?’ Nethery gave him a dubious look. ‘Was he really cooking? Why did I sense a feeling of death in the kitchen? Could cooking be so dangerous?’

Bu Fang pulled over a chair and sat down. When he saw the puzzled look on Nethery’s face, he said in a faint voice, “Try it. I cooked it just for you,”

‘He cooked it just for me?’ Nethery blinked at Bu Fang. Then, she picked up the chopsticks.

When Bu Fang saw that Nethery was about to eat the dish, his mind relaxed completely, and he sank into the chair. He began to go through what happened just now.

It was the greatest hurdle he had ever faced, and he almost died from it. In fact, it was the first time that he was so close to death. The risk did not come from an invincible expert nor a formidable enemy, but from the System, which was extremely close to him. It made him begin to ponder about its origin.

All the while, Bu Fang was very curious about the System’s origin, and now, he learned that the former host of the System seemed to come from the Netherworld. What did that mean? At the thought of that, he felt cold all over. It seemed that the System was not as kind as he had thought. It might help him scale the peak, but once he failed, it would mercilessly abandon him.

Perhaps it was time for him to correct his attitude toward the System. In the past, he had developed a dependency on it. The mentality was not strong, but it was there. Now, however, the System seemed to be hiding behind a thick curtain of mist in his eyes.

Why did the System work so hard trying to cultivate hosts of different generations into Gods of Cooking?

Bu Fang was not a fool. He knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch in the world. One would have to give something before getting a reward. He had thought that it was a fair exchange between him and the System. He earned crystals, Nether Crystals, and Immortal Crystals for the System, and the System provided him resources and helped him grow. But now it seemed that this was not the case.

Narrowing his eyes, he took a deep breath. His mouth was filled with the smell of blood.

This time, if he hadn’t formed the Yin-Yang spirit sea, he might have been abandoned and obliterated by the System like the previous host. Perhaps its appearance had surprised the System and thus brought him the chance to survive.

Now, what concerned Bu Fang was that the Yin and Yang actually originated from the world of his previous life. Could there be any relationship between his previous life and the System? With narrowed eyes, he leaned back in the chair and fell deep in thought.

Meanwhile, Nethery picked up a piece of chicken with the chopsticks.

The Three-cup Divine Chicken was a dish in the God of Cooking’s Menu, but it smelled of ginger and garlic as if it was just a common dish. Its aroma didn’t match its status, if truth be told, yet it almost got Bu Fang killed.

Nethery looked at the brownish-red chicken, then parted her pale lips and put it in her mouth. The first flavor that burst when she bit into the meat was the flavor of oil. The chicken was fried with oil first, which evaporated the liquid in it, then it was stir-fried in the wok. Meat cooked like this was fragrant and juicy.

The meat seemed to brush against her teeth, making her eyes brighten. Most importantly, a rich and mellow meaty aroma instantly wrapped her up as she chewed. She couldn’t even think properly now, and all that was left in her was her love for the dish.

Nethery kept reaching out her chopsticks and picking up the chicken, and before she knew it, she had already finished the whole dish. Vast spirit essence poured into her body, and her pale face flushed instantly, looking delicate and charming.

Foxy squatted to the side and watched with an aggrieved look as Nethery finished the whole dish. Although its aroma was not strong, the little fox still felt the craving that she could hardly resist. Influenced by it, she had a strong desire to try the dish. However, Nethery had finished it all, and that made the little fox somewhat sad.

Nethery glanced at Foxy, then at the blue-and-white porcelain plate. An incredulous look appeared in her eyes. ‘This dish… seems to have a special power! This is unbelievable! Is this a dish cooked by Bu Fang? Why is it unlike those he had cooked in the past? They are simply not on the same level! The dishes he cooked in the past are aromatic and delicious, but the fragrance of this dish… Only those who had tried it could tell!’

Her eyes gleamed as she glanced at Bu Fang, who was sitting in the chair. Suddenly, a strange fluctuation spread from her with a buzzing sound, and her gray-green hair began to turn black at a rate visible to the naked eyes, quickly returning to its original color.

At the same time, her aura began to soar. If anyone were here to witness this, they would be stunned. A few days ago, Nethery had just broken through a level after drinking the supreme-grade Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine, and now, she was breaking through again after eating a dish cooked with common ingredients.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of booming sounds rang out as Nethery’s aura kept climbing, rushing from the level of Two-revolution Little Saint to that of a Nine-revolution Little Saint! With just a dish, she had reached the peak in a flash!

Even Bu Fang, who was pondering in the distance, was startled by that. He looked over with a start and found that Nethery’s cultivation was skyrocketing.

‘She’s a Nine-revolution Little Saint now?!’ Bu Fang was stunned, and he looked confused. ‘No…This cannot be the effect of a dish!’ He frowned deeply.

Although the Three-cup Divine Chicken was amazing and it might be able to improve Nethery’s cultivation base, it could not let her break through so many levels in a flash. It would take an average person hundreds of years to cultivate from a Two-revolution Little Saint to a Nine-revolution Little Saint. If a dish could achieve that, it would be too heaven-defying. Perhaps, the top dish in the God of Cooking’s menu could do that, but not this Three-cup Divine Chicken.

Bu Fang raised a hand. An array could be seen rotating between his fingers as he used it to cover his eyes. Then, he could see that the cursed snake coiling around Nethery was beginning to seep into her body.

Apparently, the Three-cup Divine Chicken had melted the cursed snake’s power, causing it to seep into her body and strengthen her power. That was what pushed her to the level of a Nine-revolution Little Saint in a flash. And that was not the end. After fusing with her, the cursed snake seemed to form a small world in her dantian. Of course, it would take a long time before the small world took its final shape.

Bu Fang retracted his gaze, and his brows furrowed deeper. He didn’t know if the fusion between the cursed snake and Nethery was a good or bad thing.

After Nethery finished the Three-cup Divine Chicken, the System’s voice rang out in Bu Fang’s spirit sea. “Congratulations on completing the special reward task, Host. The reward will now be issued…”

The reward for the task?

Bu Fang’s eyes lit up. He was looking forward to the reward for the task that had almost killed him.

“Task rewards: A fragment of the God of Cooking Set; a God of Cooking’s Menu; three drops of God of Cooking’s Divine Power,” the System’s serious voice rang out in Bu Fang’s mind.

‘A fragment of the God of Cooking Set?’ Bu Fang narrowed his eyes. He was surprised that he had earned one more fragment with the task. He already had four sets, and in his spirit sea, he also had four Artifact Spirits. He was very curious about the last God of Cooking Set. However, he still had a long way to go because he had collected only two fragments now. According to his estimation, he would need five fragments to exchange the last set. In other words, he needed to complete three more tasks.

‘The God of Cooking’s Menu should be the golden book that appeared in my spirit sea,’ he thought. ‘But what are the three drops of God of Cooking’s Divine Power? They sounded like something amazing…’

Meanwhile, in his spirit sea, the four Artifact Spirits were completely struck dumb. Even the Black Turtle, who had been the most prudent one, widened his eyes with a look of disbelief.

The White Tiger was squinting with envy and desire at the three liquid drops hovering over the book, which exuded a power that made all four of them almost bow down.

“My eyes didn’t deceive me, did they? Are those really… that thing?”

“Why is Little Host given this thing so early?”

“Maybe they’re the compensation for cooking the God of Cooking’s dish… After all, with Little Host’s strength, he couldn’t cook it. Since he completed an impossible task, it’s only natural for him to be given an impossible reward!”

The Artifact Spirits were talking with each other. With the appearance of these liquid drops of the God of Cooking’s divine power, their attitude toward Bu Fang had also changed quietly.

Suddenly, Bu Fang appeared in the spirit sea. The four Artifact Spirits rested their eyes on him at the same time. There was a rare flicker of awe on their faces, which was impossible to be seen in the past. It meant that they had begun to truly accept him.

Bu Fang did not notice that, however. He was attracted by the three liquid drops over the golden book. From the way the Artifact Spirits looked at them, which was full of awe and desire, these liquid drops seemed… extraordinary.

The divine will Phantom Spirit was sitting cross-legged in the center of the spiritual whirlpools, while the Yin-Yang spirit sea was exuding the aura of Laws.

The Artifact Spirits looked at Bu Fang with awe and wonder. Even their former host had not been able to produce a wisp of the aura of Laws in his spirit sea. What did this mean? It meant that their Little Host had potential! As God of Cooking Sets, they naturally wanted to choose a master with potential, and Bu Fang seemed to fit their requirements perfectly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Outside the restaurant, the battle continued. Terrible blasts swept out in all directions, filling the whole area with violent energy and deafening noises while clouds of dust and smoke spread everywhere.

This was what would happen when Great Saints fought each other. Since they did not fight in the starry sky, the blasts caused by their battle were powerful enough to destroy an entire city.

Under the blanket of dust and smoke, Yellow Spring Little Restaurant looked like a boat drifting in a vast ocean that was about to be turned over by waves.

Rumble!

A black beam of light slashed down, throwing Prison Overlord Ying Long and Nether King Er Ha both to the ground. As they landed, the ground cracked and caved in completely under their feet.

In the sky, Black Demon, who was wrapped in black mist, exuded a mighty aura that shook the skies. He had suppressed the power of the curse, so he was able to fight them with full power. After all, he was a Nine-revolution Great Saint, so it was not difficult for him to fight Nether King Er Ha and Prison Overlord Ying Long at the same time.

“You are courting death! That girl carries the Source of Curses, the power that can destroy the world! How could you protect her? Do you want this age to be obliterated as well?!” There was a repressed terror in Black Demon’s voice.

“Bah! Shut your mouth! Stop trying to change the topic! I’m going to tear you apart today!” said Nether King Er Ha. He was holding his halberd, and his bright red cloak fluttered in the wind.

Leaning on the Hollow Eye Staff, Prison Overlord Ying Long looked up and said faintly, “I’m only here to avenge my lord Tian Cang!”

“Lunatics… You two are lunatics… In that case, I’ll kill you first before I kill that evil girl!” Black Demon said coldly.

The next moment, the demonic energy in the sky gathered and condensed into a cold and black dagger.

Suddenly, the three of them turned to look at Yellow Spring Little Restaurant in the distance. A clear sound of footsteps rang out as a lean, tall figure slowly walked out of the door.

Bu Fang stood at the door with a bloodless face and looked up at Black Demon in the distance. The next moment, he lifted a hand. Under his control, a drop of golden divine power began to gradually evaporate in his spirit sea.

“Who did you say you want to kill?” Bu Fang said in a faint voice.

Meanwhile, as soon as the Artifact Spirits sensed that a drop of golden liquid began to evaporate, they all clutched their faces with a look of disbelief.

“What is Little Host doing?! He’s wasting such a precious thing!”

“Why is he using a sledgehammer on a gnat?!”