Gourmet of Another World Chapter 1196 - Bu Fang, the Deceiver

Chapter 1196 Bu Fang, the Deceiver

there was an island of red floating in the boundless starry sky.
it was huge and shaped like an upside-down cone, with a pointed end that kept dripping like a stalactite. from afar, it looked like a sharp sword that was about to tear a corner from the void.
the red island kept drifting in the void in a regular pattern.
there was a huge canyon on the island. steep and treacherous, it looked as if someone had hacked it out with a blade. it was called the abyss.
the abyss had a long history, but its ending was a tragic one. after it was invaded by the nether prison, all its resources were looted, and countless abyssal demons were slain. the most common residents of today’s abyss were half-blooded abyssal demons, so needless to say, pure-blooded abyssal demons were rare to be seen.
warships sped from all directions and floated over the island, while the air was filled with dragon roars as abyssal winged dragons flapped their wings and slowly landed on the island.
not far away from the abyss, many warships and abyssal winged dragons stopped and waited.
the warships represented experts from the nether prison, while abyssal winged dragons might belong to experts who came for treasure hunting or merchants who came to the abyss to trade.
the door of a tall, cold warship opened, kicking up layers of red dust from the island’s surface. a group of people slowly walked out of it.
ying ya and liu ya walked unhurriedly through the door. the former wore a gentle expression and a smile, but the latter remained cold and indifferent.
“we’ve finally reached the abyss…” ying ya said, smiling.
“the qilin chef feast is already waiting for us. do you think those people from the immortal cooking realm can make it?” said the man who drank wine with ying ya earlier. he was clad in a black chef robe as he walked out of the warship.
“it doesn’t matter if they can make it or not… when i brought the invitation to them, i had not expected them to reach the abyss. after all… there are so many great gifts waiting for them along the way,” said ying ya. a gust of wind rolled up red sand and ruffled his grayish-white hair.
the man smiled softly and shook his head. “although you’ve learned many cooking skills from my nether chef clan, you don’t understand the meaning of the immortal cooking realm to us. if i can defeat the immortal cooking realm’s immortal chefs in cooking, it will be very good for my future growth. therefore, i do hope they can make it.”
“if you really hope they can make it, why did you send people to kill them?” the corner of ying ya’s mouth twitched, even his smile turned somewhat cold.
“to think is one thing, to do is another…” the man answered, chuckling as he strode toward the boundless abyss.
ying ya squinted at him, sighed softly, and followed. although he was not from the nether chef clan, it would also be very useful for him if he could get the divine chef’s legacy. he was now the leader of the younger generation, but… if he gets the legacy, he might become the leader of the nether chef in the future.
it was a different concept.
as long as there was ambition, the future would always be very different.
in this qilin chef feast, the only real threat to him was a few geniuses from the nine revolution nether chef clan. as for those from the immortal cooking realm… they might have been blown to ashes by now.
…
indeed, someone was blown to ashes, but not bu fang and his companions. the casualties were on the shadow demons’ warship in the distance.
bu fang’s scarlet vermillion chef robe flapped noisily, the flaming wings on his back moving up and down and filling the air with fiery feathers.
he flicked his finger. a silver stream of light immediately sped toward the warship in the distance like a shooting star.
this shooting star was small. when compared with the towering warship, it was like a speck of dust. however, the noise caused by it as it went for the target made a group of people on the warship narrow their eyes.
yang zheng never thought that bu fang would have more tricks up his sleeves.
‘how many trump cards does that young man have? why can he always pull out another terrifying attack when everyone thinks he’s at the end of his rope? earlier, it was a bizarre dumpling, and now… he even takes out a huge dried pot… and compared with the dumpling, the energy fluctuation in this pot is scarier!’
the sky seemed to have been torn to pieces as the dried pot approached, wafting out a rich fragrance as it spun rapidly.
a white flame burned under the silver lotus, while steam rose from the wok, mingled with immortal energy. anyone who smelled it would feel it’s different from others.
the shadow demons’ warship crashed through the void with scary pressure as it approached bu fang and his companions. on the front deck of the ship stood the little saint of the shadow demon clan.
he was highly focused and dared not to be careless. just not too long ago, he witnessed with his own eyes that a little saint was killed by that young man.
that was a little saint from the nine revolution nether chef clan!
among the nine clans of the nether prison, the nether chef clan ranked higher than the shadow demon clan. that little saint was surely stronger than him.
however, a little saint with such a formidable cultivation base was killed. that frightened him.
therefore, this little saint didn’t dare to be careless.
“kill them with the warship!” looking at the silver dried pot, which approached at high speed, the little saint tensed up and thundered.
even as his voice boomed across the void, dark holes opened up on the warship, where powerful energy began to gather. soon, white beams of light took their shapes, and in the blink of an eye, they shot out of the holes.
they were very fast, streaking across the boundless void and heading toward the perishing pot. they were going to destroy it.
however, the little saint didn’t understand the perishing pot’s power and how it worked.
bu fang’s eyes narrowed when he saw those energy beams hit the perishing pot. without hesitation, he asked nethery to produce the netherworld ship, jumped onto it with everyone else, and made nethery drive it as far and quickly as possible.
the perishing pot was extremely violent by itself, and now, with so much energy added to it, the destructive waves produced by its explosion were enough to wipe out everything.
by this time, its power was no longer under bu fang’s control.
the addition of the warship’s energy had increased the energy in the dried pot to a critical point of destruction.
boom!!!
a thunderous rumble rang out as the explosion occurred.
in the void, the spinning perishing pot bloomed into a brilliant glow, turning into a mass of white light that shone like the sun, illuminating the whole void.
the people on the warship were all struck dumb, and the little saint stared blankly at the mass of blinding white light ahead of the ship. he had never seen anything so bright before.
rumble!
it was a long time before he heard the thunderous rumble, which deafened his ears and shook his heart and soul. he was in a daze, and then his eyes widened when he finally saw the perishing pot’s look in the distance.
the dried pot was spinning and expanding, turning into a dazzling white lotus that blotted out the sky. under it, energy boiled and devoured everything around it, including the nearby void turbulence.
the power was extremely terrifying.
the shadow demon experts on the warship watched with blank faces. they felt chills run down their backs as if someone had poured a bucket of icy water over them. they shuddered, and their hearts filled with fear.
run!
the perishing pot devoured everything as it approached the warship. they had to run. otherwise, they would be devoured together with the warship!
the lotus seemed to be born of destruction, too terrifying to the point of making people despair.
countless figures fled the warship like how the people of the nether chef clan had fled not too long ago. before, there was a fierce battle, but now… these experts simply fled just because of a dried pot.
boom!
the perishing pot collided with the warship and devoured it in a flash. the pot had boiled to the limit and exploded with endless energy. flames spread in the void and towered into the sky. as a deafening rumble resounded, the void seemed to crack. even then, a giant mushroom cloud rose, and terrible blasts swept out in all directions.
some shadow demon experts who fled too slow were swept by the blasts, and their bodies were blown apart and turned into balls of flames.
the little saint moved frantically in the void, trying to dodge the blasts created by the perishing pot. however, he soon found to his horror that he could not dodge them.
a ripple had caught up. he turned, growled, and raised a palm to meet the destructive ripple.
after a thud, the little saint felt that his body was about to explode. terror pooled in his eyes as blood began to seep out of his pores. in just a flash, he was covered in blood from top to bottom.
the explosion was too scary!
as the netherworld ship sped away at full speed, realm lord di tai sucked in a cold breath.
‘what degree of power is this?! bu fang’s perishing pot seemed to be stronger than before!’
“they dug their own graves… they had attacked the perishing pot with those violent energy beams, so the pot exploded with double the power… it’s more than enough to blow a little saint to ashes,” said bu fang with a pale face.
after speaking, he poured some tea into his mouth. the mental force it took to trigger the violent energy in the perishing pot was too great.
the greater the power, the greater the cost.
had it not been for the nine revolution great path tea, bu fang’s spirit sea would have collapsed.
rumble!
ripples rolled across the void and smashed at the netherworld ship, making it sway. however, under nethery’s control, the ship sped steadily away from the epicenter of the explosion.
in the distance, yang zheng was dumbstruck, and his subordinates were scared out of their wits.
with just one strike, the elite team of the shadow demon clan led by a little saint was completely wiped out. the warship was destroyed, and the little saint fled, covered in blood…
the people from the immortal cooking realm had escaped another ambush.
looking at the mushroom cloud and the deadly blast that swept across the void, yang zheng felt cold all over. he knew that even he would be instantly killed by that mushroom cloud, and only a three-revolution little saint could withstand its power.
“hold on! where are the people from the immortal cooking realm?!” yang zheng recovered from the shock and cried out.
his subordinates looked puzzled.
the people from the immortal cooking realm had disappeared.
“find them! they can’t use such a powerful attack again in such a short time. they have run out of tricks this time!” yang zheng bellowed.
a subordinate looked at him and said worriedly, “my lord, you said the same just now…”
yang zheng gave the man a furious look, making the latter shut his mouth instantly.
soon, men rode on tiger winged dragons, flew out of the warship, and headed in the same direction as bu fang had gone. before very long, they saw the black netherworld ship ahead of them.
“found you!” yang zheng’s eyes gleamed.
on the netherworld ship, nethery furrowed her brows, walked to the stern, and looked into the distance. she saw countless tiger winged dragons and realized right away that they had been found and caught up with by another group of nether prison experts.
realm lord di tai’s face turned unsightly. including this, they had been assaulted by three groups of experts. he thought the nether prison was too much. why were they so determined to kill him? he was here just to attend the qilin chef feast!
bu fang drank the nine revolution great path tea to recover his mental force. his eyes narrowed as he looked at the nether prison experts, who rode on tiger winged dragons and kept closing in.
on the back of the leading dragon, yang zheng’s eyes shone brightly. he whistled, and a ferocious-looking goat’s head emerged on his back. a terrible energy fluctuation was about to pour over toward the netherworld ship.
bu fang sighed softly. “it seems i have no other choice but to use that… trick.”
that gave nethery and the others a pause. did bu fang still have another trump card?
in front of everyone’s curious eyes, bu fang took out a silver perishing pot, then stood expressionlessly on the deck, faced yang zheng, and waved the pot.
“do you think i can make this dried pot explode?”
his indifferent voice rang through the void.