Gourmet of Another World

Chapter 1182 - Ying Long’s Sigh

1182 Ying Long“s Sigh

The Imprison Array would not last very long. However, the premise was that one didn’t eat the food carrying the array. Otherwise, the duration of the effect would be prolonged.

That was what happened to Realm Lord Di Tai. With Bu Fang’s current cultivation base, the dish that fused with the Imprison Array could trap a Little Saint a dozen of breaths at the most. However, if that Little Saint ate the dish, the duration would become very long.

The realm lord wanted to weep, but he had no tears. He wanted to complain, but he couldn’t talk. Since the array had rendered him immobile from top to bottom, he couldn’t move his body, blink his eyes, nor speak. As he didn’t blink for a long time, he felt a stinging sensation begin to spread in his eye sockets.

He wanted to cry... He had an uncontrollable urge to weep, and the stinging sensation made tears roll in his eyes.

Many people were relieved when they realized that the Dried Pot would not explode.

Meng Qi and Gongshu Baiguang, who had fled far away, were back. When they saw Realm Lord Di Tai, who was frozen to the spot with a slice of pork belly in his chopsticks, their expressions turned rather awkward. Now, anyone but a fool knew that there was something fishy in Bu Fang’s dish.

Or at least, there was something wrong with the realm lord’s Dried Pot...

Although it didn’t explode, its power still seemed very extraordinary.

It made Realm Lord Di Tai almost weep!

The Great Demon King was indeed... unfathomable.

If the realm lord could talk now, he would surely curse at these people.

‘Do you all know that anyone will weep if he can’t blink for a long time?!’

Gongshu Baiguang cleared his throat, gave Realm Lord Di Tai and Bu Fang a glance, then said, “Since the Realm Lord has temporarily entered a mysterious state of enlightenment, I hereby announce that the Second Grade test is concluded. One person succeeded in becoming a Second Grade Immortal Chef.”

The Great Demon King had become a Second Grade Immortal Chef. People around all gasped and exclaimed.

It had only been half a year since Bu Fang became a First Grade Immortal Chef. His progress was so fast that he set a new record for the Immortal Cooking Realm.

The Great Demon King, who was the champion of the Immortal Chef Tournament, was indeed amazingly gifted.

Everyone was shocked, but there was not much surprise. They were not jealous as all they had felt for the Great Demon King was awe, not bitterness.

Bu Fang touched his chin. For him, becoming a Second Grade Immortal Chef was not a difficult thing, so he wasn’t surprised by the result at all. Despite all the envious gazes being thrown at him from the surroundings, he remained calm. For him, the level of the Second Grade Immortal Chef was not enough, so he would try to make a breakthrough for the Third Grade.

This was his ultimate purpose in taking the test today.

To be qualified as a Third Grade Immortal Chef, he needed to cook a dish that contained at least seven streams of immortal energy. It was not easy and could be said to be very challenging, even for him.

However, Bu Fang was never afraid of challenges.

As someone who wanted to become the God of Cooking that would top the food chain in this fantasy world, Bu Fang knew very well that the challenges he would face in the days ahead would be far more difficult than this one. Only when he overcame them all could he have a chance to reach the top and become the God of Cooking. It was a process of overcoming obstacles and tolerating no mistakes.

Therefore, he chose to continue taking the test. This time, he wanted to take the Third Grade test.

His voice was not loud, but what he said was shocking. In an instant, the whole room fell silent.

The crowd paused for a long time before they confirmed what he had just said. After that... an uproar broke out.

“Heaven! What did the Great Demon King say?”

“He wants to continue and take the Third Grade test? He’s going to challenge himself to become a Third Grade Immortal Chef?!”

“That’s impossible! It’s too difficult to become a Third Grade Immortal Chef! Even the Immortal Cooking Realm doesn’t have many Third Grade Immortal Chefs!”

All the people around were shocked by Bu Fang’s words, and they only spoke after a moment of silence, their faces full of horror.

“He is indeed worthy of being the Great Demon King. So wild and arrogant!”

Few people had hope for Bu Fang. The main reason was that becoming a Third Grade Immortal Chef was not as easy as becoming a Second Grade Immortal Chef. A Third Grade Immortal Chef was already in the middle and senior echelons of the Immortal Cooking Realm. How could Bu Fang try to make a breakthrough for the Third Grade when he had just stepped into the Second Grade?

He was a little too impatient.

Even Realm Lord Di Tai, who couldn’t move, trembled slightly. It was plain that he, too, was surprised by Bu Fang’s decision.

Meng Qi and Gongshu Baiguang exchanged a glance and saw the astonishment in each other’s eyes.

They thought of asking the realm lord for advice, but when they saw him frozen to the spot, still holding the slice of pork belly, they swallowed the words they were about to say.

“You can take the test... With your strength, it is possible for you to make a breakthrough for the Third Grade. Even if you fail, it doesn’t hurt...” Meng Qi suddenly said.

Everyone widened their eyes. Her words shocked the whole room.

“The assessment of Third Grade Immortal Chefs is different from that of the Second Grade. First of all, your cultivation base must pass, and second is the level of your mental force. Only when both passed the required level can you be qualified to take the Third Grade test.” Meng Qi’s pleasant voice echoed throughout the whole room as she rested her eyes on Bu Fang.

Bu Fang met her gaze without flinching.

His current cultivation base and mental force met the requirements. After breaking through, both of them had improved significantly.

When Meng Qi finished speaking, Bu Fang twitched his mouth.

Many people thought that Meng Qi’s remark was meant to make Bu Fang give up. They knew that the Great Demon King could be stronger, but they didn’t know the exact level of his cultivation base. They thought that he was still an Immortal Chef with the cultivation base of One-star True Immortal Realm.

Bu Fang’s mind flickered. The next moment, his spirit sea suddenly surged. A terrifying aura exuded from his body, kicking up violent waves that spread out in all directions. Even then, his Vermillion Robe turned fiery scarlet and filled the air with bird cries.

In a flash, everyone’s expression changed. They felt their bodies were under heavy pressure as if a huge rock was floating over them, making them gasp in horror.

The crowd was in a daze and finally realized that unbeknown to them, the Great Demon King’s cultivation base had already reached such a terrifying level.

Meng Qi’s eyes flickered. Even she was slightly shocked. “Alright... In this case, we will continue and proceed with the assessment of the Third Grade Immortal Chef,” she said.

Gongshu Baiguang naturally had no objection. Bu Fang’s aura shuddered even him, so he didn’t dare to object. He wasn’t qualified to object either.

And so, the assessment continued for the Third Grade Immortal Chef...

Those who had planned to leave immediately stared at the arena with enthusiasm in their eyes, where cooking was about to begin once again.

The Third Grade test didn’t have a theme. As long as Bu Fang could cook a dish that contained seven streams of immortal energy, he would pass the test.

For Bu Fang, this wasn’t a difficult thing.

He remained calm and shook his hand. With a dragon roar, the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife fell into his grip.

...

Meanwhile, outside Goddess City in Earth Prison...

The city’s gate opened with a rumble.

A figure flew out of it and fell to the ground on the buttocks, bouncing a few times and smashing a few deep pits in the ground.

Old Tie, who was dozing behind a large rock with his head drooped, was taken aback. He jerked his head up and looked toward the direction where the loud noise came from. The next moment, he hurried over and saw Nether King Er Ha get up from the ground, rubbing his butt.

Nether King Er Ha was a little depressed. He had just stayed in Goddess City for a little while longer. Although he and Empress Bi Luo were unrelated by blood, she didn’t have to kick him out of the city like this.

This really embarrassed him, who was the Lord of the Netherworld...

He pulled out a spicy strip and dangled it from his lips. Then, he patted himself to remove the dust, got up to his feet, and saw Old Tie.

“Oh, it’s you, Old Tie. Why are you still here? How long have you been waiting?” Nether King Er Ha asked in surprise.

Old Tie smiled wryly and thought, ‘My lord, you finally came out...’

As a man, Old Tie naturally couldn’t enter Goddess City, and he was too embarrassed to dress like a woman as Nether King Er Ha did. Moreover, it was Nether King Er Ha who asked him to wait for him here. As a result, he had waited for slightly over a month.

“Let’s go. The trip to Goddess City is over. We need to get back to Nether King Palace, or else that stinking old dragon will find out and keep nagging in my ears,” Nether King Er Ha said leisurely with his hands clasped behind his back, the spicy strip still dangling from his lips.

Old Tie nodded excitedly. “My lord has finally figured it out... Although Goddess City is a nice place with many beautiful girls, it is not a place for someone as ambitious as my lord. My lord’s journey should be in the sea of stars!”

His face was flushed with excitement as he said that.

Nether King Er Ha squinted at him and twitched his mouth. The next moment, he pushed his feet into the ground and catapulted himself toward the sky.

Old Tie quickly followed.

They left the underground Goddess City and returned to the surface. However, the instant they returned to the surface, they sensed a sharp gaze shooting over from a distance.

The white-haired Ying Long, clad in a black robe and holding the Hollow Eye Staff, stood tall in the sky, his face as cold as ice.

As soon as Nether King Er Ha appeared, his eyes met with Ying Long’s. For a moment, the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

Old Tie bowed his head quickly and didn’t dare to say anything.

“Nether King Your Highness, as the force of a forbidden land, you cannot have any contact with Goddess City at will. All forbidden lands are heresies. It is because we don’t have the strength now. Otherwise, all these heresies will be wiped out, be it Goddess City, Black Temple, or Cave of the Fallen Gods!” Ying Long’s face was dark as he moved the staff, causing it to send out terrible fluctuations.

Nether King Er Ha held the spicy strip between his lips and twitched his mouth.

“They are called forbidden lands because they are losers eliminated by history! They should have disappeared in the torrent of history, but they hide in a corner, dragging out their feeble existence and coveting what once belonged to them! They are villains and the source of destruction!

“Tian Cang died because he was too soft on the forbidden land! Are you going to make the same mistake? I had told him not to have any connection with the forbidden land and even urged him to level the forbidden land before attacking Nether Prison. But he didn’t listen to me. As a result, he was struck by misfortune and died! Are you going to be like your father?!”

Ying Long grew angrier, and his voice became louder as he spoke. When he had finished, he smashed the air with the Hollow Eye Staff, causing the void to tremble!

Nether King Er Ha’s face was cold. He took a deep breath and said, “Don’t use my father to lecture me. I’m me.”

He gave Ying Long an indifferent look, then grabbed the trembling Old Tie’s collar and zoomed toward the horizon in a stream of black light.

Looking at the Nether King’s dwindling figure, Ying Long couldn’t help but sigh.

“Nether King Your Highness... grow up quickly. The golden age created by the old Nether King has begun to decline... The nine clans of Nether Prison are stirring. If their army invades Earth Prison, how are we going to resist?” Ying Long murmured under his breath.

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and looked down at the wasteland from midair. He saw sand begin to spin, turning into a huge vortex. The next moment, the vortex split, and a beautiful figure floated out of it.

Ying Long sucked in a cold breath as he stared at the figure with a hostile look.

“The City Lord of Goddess City, the spokesperson for God Vanishing Mountain, Bi Luo!” Ying Long held the Hollow Eye Staff horizontally.

The next moment, dark Nether energy and the Earth Prison’s Will of the Great Path rolled and gathered over the staff, then smashed down toward Bi Luo like a great mountain.