Gourmet of Another World

Looking at the rather tall expert, Bu Fang’s eyes flashed with a hint of confusion and asked expressionlessly, “What did you say just now?”

“I said… hand over the Senseless Lotus, and I’ll spare your life,” the expert said with a grin, revealing his white teeth. His smile sent a chill to everyone’s heart.

“Oh.”

Bu Fang’s answer gave everyone a pause, and many people’s expressions became strange. What was that answer? What did ‘Oh’ mean? They all stared at him. The Nether Prison experts also froze momentarily, but then they sneered.

“It looks like you’re wise enough.” The expert held out his big palm in front of Bu Fang and said, “Give me the Senseless Lotus now… I’ve long heard the rumor about it. I had thought of looking for it during this trip, but I didn’t expect you to get there first. However, what’s mine is mine after all, and what’s not mine… will still be mine.”

A terrible aura was unleashed from him, making the crowd tremble.

The Nether Prison contestants were very domineering. This was understandable. After all, Nether Prison was an overlord-class small world, so they always looked down on people from other small worlds. It was normal for them to act like that. However, the crowd was unconvinced.

After thinking for a while, Bu Fang said seriously, “I can’t get the Senseless Lotus out.”

He was telling the truth. The Senseless Lotus had taken root on the Myriad Treasures Immortal Tree and could not be picked at all. Besides, he didn’t want to pick it, so when he said that it could not be taken out, he wasn’t lying to them. However, the Nether Prison experts didn’t think so.

“What do you mean by you can’t get it out? Did you eat it?” The Nether Prison expert’s eyes narrowed slightly with lightning arcs darting out of them. “I want you to spit it out now!”

His aura suddenly changed and became extremely violent as he raised the palm that was held out, slapping it toward Bu Fang’s head. It was as if he was going to smash Bu Fang with this slap.

The scene made everyone gasp. The Nether Prison expert was too overbearing. They couldn’t believe that he had attacked Bu Fang after a mere disagreement. Even then, his palm seemed to transform into a sharp sword, emitting terrible sword energy!

“He’s an expert from the Sword Demon Clan, the fifth of the nine clans in Nether Prison!”

Upon seeing the expert strike, someone immediately recognized his identity. His technique was too iconic! Accompanied by the terrifying sword energy, the palm seemed to have turned into a sharp sword and thrust toward Bu Fang, intending to cut him in half!

Standing not far away, Fa Wu’s pupils constricted. He put his palms together and chanted the Buddha’s name as his aura exploded out. However, just as he did that, his movements came to a sudden halt because he saw that Bu Fang remained calm and didn’t move.

“Die, you pathetic worm!” The Nether Prison expert laughed wildly as his palm cut through the air, emitting sharp sword energy that seemed to cut the ground apart!

At this moment, the other Nether Prison experts standing behind him were smiling disdainfully as if they were watching a good show.

“They’re trying to establish their authority here…”

“They target the most prominent expert among us as soon as they have arrived to bring down our morale…”

“They’re too domineering… But they have the power to do so!”

The people present all looked helpless. They simply had no other way. What could they do in the face of these domineering Nether Prison experts?

Even the air was wailing under the oppressive force. The velvet rope that bound Bu Fang’s hair suddenly broke. The palm was approaching at full speed, getting closer and closer to his face, and the terrible sword energy seemed to cut the skin of his face to pieces.

Two inches, one inch, half an inch…

Bu Fang remained impassive and expressionless, while the Nether Prison expert grinned grimly.

“Die!”

His palm was finally going to slap Bu Fang on the head. If it struck properly, Bu Fang’s whole head might explode. In the eyes of this Nether Prison expert, Bu Fang was merely a One-revolution Little Saint, so to him, this kind of strength was no different from that of an ant.

All of a sudden, the Nether Prison expert’s wild laughter came to an abrupt end, and the laughter around him disappeared as well, replaced by the sound of people gasping.

A rainbow-colored dumpling suddenly appeared in front of the Sword Demon Clan expert. The next moment, Bu Fang pointed a finger at the dumpling and broke it. With a rumble, the dumpling exploded. Rainbow light poured out of it and instantly enveloped the Nether Prison expert.

“What is this?!”

The other Nether Prison experts were shocked. One of them narrowed his eyes as a grave look came over his face.

“What is that? I think I see a dumpling…” asked one expert, who seemed to have magma surging under his skin, looking at an expert clad in a chef’s robe next to him.

“I don’t know…” The expert in a chef’s robe shook his head.

“Aren’t you from the Nether Chef Clan? Aren’t you guys the best at cooking? How can you not recognize this dumpling?” The expert with magma under his skin sucked in a cold breath.

Fa Wu’s eyes lit up. ‘Sure enough! How can Owner Bu be the kind of person who will suffer easily? He’s going to fight back now!’

“What is this?!” the Sword Demon Clan expert roared in horror. However, as soon as his voice rang out, he was horrified to find that he couldn’t move his body. Even his eyes could not turn, and his palm was frozen in the air.

“I told you I can’t take out the Senseless Lotus… Why won’t you listen?” Bu Fang said lightly.

The next moment, with a flip of his palm, a black wok appeared in his grip. Then, he swung the wok fiercely.

Bang!

The wok hit the immobilized Sword Demon Clan expert hard in the face from below.

Everyone froze and sucked in a cold breath.

The Sword Demon Clan expert was stunned. Blood spurted from his nose and mouth, and he was about to fly backward when a hand seized his collar and yanked him back. Then, a black wok was again growing larger in his eyes.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The heavy wok was swung rapidly as if it weighed nothing, and every time it was swung, it hit the expert in the face with incomparable accuracy. After the last hit of the wok, the expert was already dizzy. His whole face was swollen, and blood was spewing from his nose and mouth.

He was stunned by a f*cking work.

The crowd was dumbstruck. They didn’t know what to say now. A few moments later, experts from other small worlds burst into irrepressible laughter. Their voices went into the ears of Nether Prison experts like a mockery, turning their faces green and red. Nether Prison experts shared glory and shame at the moment, so when one of them was humiliated, the others were unable to sit still.

Bu Fang held the black wok in his hand, his hair waving in the wind. His striped red-and-white Vermilion Chef Robe was swaying as he stared at all the people present with an indifferent expression. The look in his eyes startled the group of people who wanted to attack him.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a burly figure landed in front of Bu Fang, giving off a mighty aura. Jin Jiao stared directly at the Nether Prison experts with a threatening look and said, “What? Are you trying to stir up trouble?” He raised his hand, grabbed the handle of the Corpse Ghost Soul Sealing Fan on his back, and scanned the crowd coldly.

The Nether Prison experts froze, while the Sword Demon Clan expert rose to his feet and stared fiercely at Bu Fang.

“That’s enough.”

Suddenly, a cold voice rang through the air. Then, a figure slowly walked out of the array, exuding a domineering aura that suppressed even Jin Jiao’s aura.

“Captain!”

The Nether Prison experts all bowed respectfully to the man.

With a buzz, the figure took a step and appeared in front of the Nether Prison experts, facing Jin Jiao.

“He’s an expert from the older generation of the Nether Puppeteer Clan, who leads the Nether Prison semifinal team…” Someone recognized the expert’s identity.

The figure was a middle-aged man. His eyelids were half lifted, and he looked very tired. But his identity was extremely awe-inspiring to all present, for the Nether Puppeteer Clan ranked second among the nine clans of Nether Prison.

“If there is any dispute between you, solve it in the arena. Why are you making so much noise here? You are disgracing Nether Prison, do you know that?” the middle-aged man said lightly.

“Captain Lu Cheng, he started…” the Sword Demon Clan expert said, looking resentful.

“Shut up!” The middle-aged man suddenly lifted his eyes and glanced at the Sword Demon Clan expert, making the latter tremble and stop talking.

“I’ve said if there’s any dispute between you, settle it in the arena. In normal times, you should be at peace with each other. As someone from Nether Prison, the head of all the small worlds, we should have a pro-people attitude. Do you understand? You can’t make people laugh at us for being too overbearing and unreasonable,” said the middle-aged man.

The Nether Prison contestants fell silent. Obviously, they didn’t dare to be presumptuous in the face of this middle-aged man.

Jin Jiao looked coldly at Lu Cheng, his lips curled in disdain. “Hypocrisy!” he sneered.

“Well… What happened today was Nether Prison’s fault. I apologize to this little brother on their behalf. However, if you meet again in the semifinals, my boys will not be so kind.”

Lu Cheng smiled gently and gave Bu Fang a look. However, his glance gave him a moment’s pause, for he found that Bu Fang was staring at him with bright eyes. The gaze made him shudder.

‘He’s like looking at prey! Why is he looking at me like this? I’m not even taking part in the competition! Besides, if I want to kill him, one finger is enough!’

Still, he felt very uncomfortable because Bu Fang was staring at him like that, and it made his hair stand on end.

Bu Fang was very excited at the moment. ‘An expert from the Nether Puppeteer Clan… I finally met a Nether Puppeteer Clan expert… Whitey, your hope for recovery has come!’

Soon, Lu Cheng left with the Nether Prison experts. The Sword Demon Clan expert glared at Bu Fang before turning around. His eyes were full of killing intent. However, Bu Fang ignored him and was staring at Lu Cheng.

“Zhang Xuan, is that boy still… staring at me?” Lu Cheng asked the Sword Demon Clan expert as the corner of his mouth twitched.

Zhang Xuan paused, then nodded. “That boy’s been staring at you… Captain, is he an old acquaintance of yours?” he asked, frowning.

“Old acquaintance, my ass!” Lu Cheng’s cheek twitched, and he felt more and more uncomfortable. He wished he could turn around and kill Bu Fang with a slap now. “He makes my hair stand on end… Whoever meets him in the semifinals, kill him for me! Don’t show him any mercy!

“I suspect… that boy is likely to have an abnormal sexual orientation… He’s probably attracted by my peerless appearance?!” Lu Cheng’s cheek trembled.

The Nether Prison experts nodded in bewilderment. They didn’t know where their captain’s peerless appearance came from, but since he asked them to kill Bu Fang, they would do as he said.

Lu Cheng took a deep breath and slowly turned his head with an uneasy feeling. When his eyes met Bu Fang’s eyes, his whole body trembled.

“What a psycho!” He finally cursed.

It was not until Lu Cheng and the others disappeared from view that Bu Fang withdrew his eyes. Stroking his chin, he lost himself in thought again. Only this time, he wasn’t just thinking about how to get the Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass, but also how to get a Nether Puppet’s heart from the Nether Puppeteer.