Gourmet of Another World Chapter 1340 - rtifact Spirits“ Luck Will Not Be Too Bad

Chapter 1340 Artifact Spirits“ Luck Will Not Be Too BadOn the Netherworld Ship, a strange look came over Nethery’s face when she saw Bu Fang’s hair turn white. ‘That familiar white hair… Is the proud Bu Fang showing up now?’“Tyrant, little boy, I haven’t seen you in a long time…”

The corners of white-haired Bu Fang’s mouth curved upward slightly to reveal a wicked smile. Then, he took a bite of the Fortune Flatbread in his hand and began chewing it. The fortune gas rushed into his mouth, turned into a stream of mysterious energy, and poured into his body.
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
In a flash, the whole Fortune Flatbread was finished. After swallowing it, white-haired Bu Fang stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
Tyrant Patriarch’s pupils constricted. He stared at Bu Fang, and when he saw those sharp sword pupils, he trembled. “What did you say?!” he snapped. “Little boy? No one dares to call me that in the entire Netherworld! You’re digging your own grave!”
“You don’t seem to recognize me yet… But it doesn’t matter. Soon you will know who I am.” White-haired Bu Fang twitched his mouth and turned his eyes to the distance. There, the other Patriarchs were looking at them.
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In his spirit sea, Bu Fang watched with an expressionless face at the situation outside and asked curiously, “Why did he eat the Fortune Flatbread?”
“How is he going to fight if he doesn’t eat it? Little Host, your strength has improved rapidly, but… that little boy Tyrant is a Perfected Great Saint. White Tiger will have a hard time fighting him without the help of an external boost,” said the Divine Dragon, floating at Bu Fang’s side. “In any case, it’s best that Little Host doesn’t use the divine power liquid drops. They’re very useful, and it will be wasteful to use one drop to kill a Great Saint.”
Bu Fang didn’t agree with that, though. He wasn’t familiar with the divine power liquid drops’ effect. They might be very useful, but if they couldn’t be used, they were as good as useless.
“Can he win after eating the Fortune Flatbread?” Bu Fang went back to the topic.
The Divine Dragon glanced at him and smiled. It was as if he was smiling mockingly at Bu Fang. “Little Host, do you think everyone’s luck is as bad as yours?” He shook his head and continued, “The fact that you didn’t kill Tyrant with two Fortune Flatbreads and two Death Food Tools shows you didn’t touch even just a bit of the fortune.”
The corner of Bu Fang’s mouth twitched. He had at least covered Tyrant Patriarch with wounds.
“If it were me, Nicholas the Handsome Dragon, who fought that boy, I would have killed him with a Fortune Flatbread and a pot.” The Divine Dragon was so excited that his body was shivering. “Artifact Spirits’ luck will not be too bad… especially White Tiger.”
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White-haired Bu Fang’s aura began to surge, rising rapidly from the level of Nine-revolution Little Saint and breaking the shackle in an instant. White flames emerged around him, twisting the void. Then, the White Tiger Heaven Stove appeared above his head. There was a blurry small world inside, filled with blazing flames.
One-revolution, Two-revolution, Three-revolution, Four-revolution… His aura kept climbing, and before long, it had reached Seven-revolution Great Saint. “Roar!” White-haired Bu Fang raised his head suddenly. Flames were blazing in his white eyes.
Boom!
His aura soared again. Fearful and scorching flames burned around him, distorting the void on the battlefield of the stars.
Eight-revolution, Nine-revolution…
Rumble!
All his white hair stood up, and his aura towered into the sky. The white flames around him kept wheeling and finally condensed into a flaming white tiger in midair, who opened its mouth and let out a deafening roar.
He had become a Nine-revolution Great Saint in just the blink of an eye!
In his spirit sea, Bu Fang was already struck dumb. He had thought that becoming a Nine-revolution Great Saint from a Nine-revolution Little Saint after eating a Fortune Flatbread was just a joke, that it was just a saying he used to get people to buy the Flatbread. Now it seemed that… it was not the case. ‘This cocky White Tiger is really so lucky?’ Bu Fang had eaten a Fortune Flatbread himself, and that just strengthened his divine will a little. The improvement was simply rubbish when compared to White Tiger’s fortune.
“Hehe… White Tiger’s luck is truly amazing. However, this handsome dragon’s luck is even more heaven-defying,” said the Divine Dragon with his arms crossed.
The Black Turtle and the Vermilion Bird rolled their eyes, while Bu Fang looked admiringly at the Divine Dragon despite not fully grasping his words.
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All the people in the battlefield of the stars were struck dumb, feeling incredulous as they watched Bu Fang’s aura climb and eventually reach a level that sent shivers through them. In a twinkling, he had become a Nine-revolution Great Saint from a Nine-revolution Little Saint! Such an impossible thing actually happened in front of them!
Rubbles fell and clattered as Yellow Spring Great Sage climbed out of the meteorite. He spat a glob of bloody phlegm to the side, then turned to look at Bu Fang, whose aura was surging in the distance. He was shocked instantly. “He’s so strong! I didn’t expect little friend Bu Fang to have such good luck!”
He sat cross-legged down on the meteorite and watched seriously. All of a sudden, he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes shot with blood immediately. “This is not right! Why is he not bald after growing stronger?! Why should I be bald when I become strong?! This is unfair!”
That was a very serious topic!
Tyrant Patriarch appeared to be somewhat shocked, and he took a few steps back. Looking at the familiar look in Bu Fang’s eyes, his body suddenly trembled as if he had recalled some distant memories. “You… You…” Horrified, he pointed a finger at white-haired Bu Fang.
He remembered that he once saw someone’s hair turned white in a flash and obtained fearsome strength, but that was a different man. “You are indeed his inheritor…” Tyrant Patriarch took a deep breath. “You must die!”
Killing intent exploded out of him in an instant. The muscles on his chest trembled as he threw out a golden fist, which seemed powerful enough to destroy a star. It was a terrifying punch.
Shrouded in flames, white-haired Bu Fang lifted a hand and clenched the fist. Upon sensing the rocking energy in him, he grinned, raised his chin cockily, and gave Tyrant Patriarch a sideways glance. Then, showing no signs of fear, he also threw out a fist that was enveloped in flames.
Bam!
Tyrant Patriarch’s fist and white-haired Bu Fang’s fist collided in midair. An explosion spread in an instant, while a deafening noise rang out and shook the skies. After that, both men disappeared, only to meet again in the sky ten thousand feet from the ground. Their fists collided over and over again without fancy moves, and every collision caused their blood and energy to rumble.
“It’s useless! I’m a Perfected Great Saint! Even though you’re a Nine-revolution Great Saint now, you’re still weaker than me!” Tyrant Patriarch growled. He punched with his fists, kicked with his legs, and attacked with his elbows, turning all parts of his body into deadly weapons as his bulging muscles twitched like dragons.
In the space of a breath after the two of them collided, they had exchanged hundreds of blows. Tyrants were specialized in the cultivation of their bodies, and their flesh was their proudest strength. They were invincible when it came to flesh.
Boom!
White-haired Bu Fang was knocked flying away, but in the next instant, his figure flickered and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already behind Tyrant Patriarch. “After all these years, your strength had grown a lot… However, you are still rubbish in my eyes!” He snorted cockily and punched Tyrant Patriarch on the back, knocking him flying away.
Unwilling to admit defeat, Tyrant Patriarch turned back quickly and locked white-haired Bu Fang in a fierce fistfight.
The fight shocked everyone. Er Ha’s jaw dropped as he watched with a blank face. He couldn’t figure out how Bu Fang became so strong. ‘A moment ago he was just a Nine-revolution Little Saint, but the next moment, he had become a Nine-revolution Great Saint… Does he have such heaven-defying luck as well?’
The other Patriarchs were trembling as they looked at white-haired Bu Fang fighting with Tyrant Patriarch. The figure that was shrouded in flames and the howls and roars reminded them of memories they didn’t want to recall.
In the starry sky, a gorgeous white tiger was burning all over with flames, fighting with Tyrant Patriarch with its claws, teeth, and tails. The fight shocked everyone.
Gradually, wounds began to emerge across Tyrant’s body. They were burning with white flames, which made him even more violent and turned his eyes red! “That man is dead! Why didn’t you disappear with him?!” he roared, throwing out another punch.
The only answer he got was a sneer from the White Tiger.
The fluctuation of the fight spread in waves while energy rippled in all directions, stirring the whole battlefield of the stars. Yellow Spring Great Sage watched with relish. Suddenly, he thought of something. He floated into the air, and before long, he came to Horned Demon Patriarch’s lifeless body, which was as enormous as a mountain, and put it away. A happy smile came over his face.
Rumble!
Meteorites exploded one by one, and flames spread in the void. Hit by a tiger paw, Tyrant Patriarch spun and smashed into a meteorite, crumbled it into pieces. He was covered in bloody marks. Golden blood flowed from the wounds as flames burned over them, preventing his body from healing the injuries. He was panting violently.
White-haired Bu Fang walked gracefully out of the blazing flames with his chin raised and a cocky look on his face. He raised a hand. Flames gathered in the palm and turned it into a tiger paw.
“You can’t kill me…” Tyrant Patriarch said, floating up. Suddenly, he burst out laughing, his voice lingering in the air and shocking all those who heard it. “Do you think you can kill me? Your cultivation base is boosted by bread. How long will it last? I can already sense that you’re starting to weaken… Once the time is up and your cultivation base returns to its original level, that will be the time for me to counterattack… I will crush your body inch by inch!” He laughed with a grim look on his face.
White-haired Bu Fang frowned. Indeed, the effect of a wisp of fortune gas couldn’t last for too long. He could feel that his strength had already begun to weaken. “You’re right. It can’t last for too long, but… the power I have now is enough for me to use that technique… Let’s see if you can survive it with your so-called indestructible body!”
He grinned, then the White Tiger Heaven Stove appeared above his head once again with a white tiger roaring over it. The moment it appeared, the stove grew larger and larger until it turned into a colossal thing that blotted out the sky. After that, it trapped Tyrant Patriarch inside like a cage!
Tyrant Patriarch was shocked, and he roared when he sensed the boiling flames around him. He punched the wall inside the stove, but it did not budge. “Dammit! Let me out of here!” Fear came into his eyes for the first time.
Bu Fang crossed his arms over his chest and floated in midair. The corners of his mouth curved upward slightly. “Do you think it’s a joke when people said that the White Tiger is in charge of killing?”
As soon as his voice rang out, Tyrant Patriarch was devoured by the boiling flames in the White Tiger Heaven Stove. All that was left was his miserable howls, which rang through the skies.
Everyone felt cold all over, while the Patriarchs in the distance trembled violently, their eyes filled with fear.
Was Tyrant Patriarch going to fall here today? He was the third strongest expert of the nine Nether Prison clans!
Suddenly, the whole starry sky seemed to freeze. There was a sudden tear in the void, and then an arm stretched out of it, reaching for the White Tiger Heaven Stove.
“That’s enough…” a thunderous voice boomed.
The Patriarchs became excited when they sensed the aura. “It’s Nether Puppeteer Patriarch! He’ll crush these unruly fellows!”
White-haired Bu Fang squinted at the arm, and the look in his eyes grew serious. ‘Have those two guys finally had enough?’ he thought to himself. All of a sudden, he turned and looked over his shoulder.
Behind him, the void was torn apart as well. A scary and vast aura poured out of it, collapsing the surrounding void. Then, a dog paw burning with black Earth Prison Flames stretched out of it, while a gentle and magnetic voice spread through the starry sky.