Gourmet of Another World

“Is he dead?”

“He must be dead, right?”

“If he survives this… that would be crazy!”

The whole residence of the Mo Family seemed to have turned into ruins, and the guest house had collapsed completely. It was a huge loss for the family, but it could afford that. Compared to the death of Mo Hen and a mid-grade God, the loss was nothing.

Mo Feng was boiling with monstrous killing intent, and there was a terrible aura surging in his eyes. As a high-grade God, he had failed to protect a junior of his family, causing the latter to be killed by someone. So he must kill the Demigod.

It was true that the guy was a talented Demigod and that he was highly valued by the Divine Chef Temple, but so what? Even the Divine Chef Temple had to provide a reasonable answer if they offended the Mo Family. Everyone knew that the Mo Family was backed by the imperial concubine.

The golden wheel of Law hovered over him with the power of thirty-six Laws floating inside. Gods cultivated Laws. There were three thousand Laws, and the more Laws one comprehended, the stronger their strength.

Since there were so many Laws, a God had to choose one as his primary Law, which would decide his offensive means. The rest of the Laws would only improve the God’s fighting strength. At most, a high-grade God could comprehend eighty-one Laws. For those who had achieved this, their primary Laws were mostly top Laws.

Just like the heirs of aristocratic families, these Gods were all exceptional Demigods, and they were the only group of Gods who had the chance to break through to the realm of Perfected Gods.

Mo Feng floated in midair with his hands clasped behind his back, surrounded by terrible pressure that caused the void to crack. The air was thick with mist. Under his attack, the water in the whole lake had vaporized.

Everyone was staring at the center of the explosion, wondering what had happened to Bu Fang. They all thought that he could be proud of himself for achieving such an outstanding performance.

Luo Sanniang was a little sad. She thought Bu Fang was dead, and that filled her heart with sorrow. His death would be a great loss for the Divine Chef Temple because no one else would be able to solve the seals of the ancient Heavengod’s inheritance.

However, there was nothing she could do. Her talent in cultivation was excellent, but her foundation was too weak, and she had not comprehended any supreme or top Laws. So, as a mid-grade God, she could hold up against a mid-grade God of the Mo Family, but she could not save Bu Fang from a high-grade God.

Blood trickled down from the corners of her mouth, and she was so sad that she could hardly breathe.

Just then, a series of whistling sounds rang out, and one figure after another flew over from a distance. Mo Feng turned and rested his eyes on the approaching experts, led by a middle-aged man emanating an extremely terrible aura.

“Why are you so slow?” Luo Sanniang stared blankly at these men. Her voice sounded a little angry.

“Luo Luo, stop messing around…” the middle-aged man said lightly, looking at her.

“So you were late on purpose?” Luo Sanniang’s pupils constricted as she seemed to realize something.

“We’re Luos, and there’s no need for us to go to war with the Mos over an outsider,” said the middle-aged man.

Luo Sanniang bit her lip with a disappointed look in her eyes. “I’m tired, Second Uncle.” She sighed.

“Let’s go home, Sis.” A man clad in a green robe stepped out from behind the middle-aged man. His eyes seemed to fill with energy as he gave a deep look at the place where steam was rising. ‘A freakishly talented Demigod… He’s really fearsome,’ he thought. ‘How I wish I could fight with him. A pity that he’s dead now…’

He was Luo Hui, the heir of the Mo Family and the only man among all the other heirs of the aristocratic families comprehending the supreme Laws of the Universe. He was eager to fight with experts of the same level as him, but because of his status, he was not allowed to do that.

If truth be told, he envied Bu Fang. Although they were both the top experts of their generation, Bu Fang was free to do anything, and he was not.

“I’m not going home. I’m going to the Divine Chef Temple…” Luo Sanniang said coldly, turned, and was about to leave. Now that the people of the Luo Family were here, the Mo Family would not force her to stay. After all, the Luos had already compromised by not helping Bu Fang.

Mo Feng looked indifferently at the Luos, who were leaving, and did nothing to stop them. Just like the Luo Family, the Mo Family did not wish to start a war. After all, the Luo Family was also one of the three top aristocratic families, and once they fought each other, the whole capital of the Divine Dynasty would shake.

Luo Sanniang turned to leave, looking somewhat lonely and sad. Luo Hui sighed. Suddenly, he frowned, then glanced suspiciously at the white mist in the man-made lake. Even the middle-aged man, who was about to leave, furrowed his brows and gave a soft cry of surprise.

Luo Sanniang shuddered and spun around.

Mo Feng took a deep breath. “Impossible!” he exclaimed. Then, he waved a hand. A gust of wind immediately scattered the white mist, revealing the center of the dried-up lake.

There, a figure could be seen lying on his back under a bright green energy… turtle shield, snoring rhythmically. That stunned everyone, then the crowd exploded into an uproar.

“A turtle shell? Snoring?”

“What the heck?”

“This guy is still alive? Is he a cockroach that cannot be killed? That was a blow from a high-grade God who had comprehended thirty-six Laws…”

Even Mo Feng found it hard to believe. He could not sense Bu Fang’s aura just now, and he had thought that he was dead. It never occurred to him that… this fellow was actually sleeping under a turtle shell!

“Ahhh!”

A yawn rang out. The figure lying under the turtle shell sat up, his dark green hair waving in the wind. That put a strange look on every face.

“His hair color changed again? Just now, when his hair was silvery white, his temperament was evil and violent. But now, with that dark-green hair… He gave off an air of… laziness. How can a person’s temperament change so significantly in such a short time?”

Green-haired Bu Fang stood up, swaying and staggering, then he seemed to lose his balance and fell back to the ground.

“Ahhh!”

He yawned again. As if they had been influenced, the people present all opened their mouths and yawned. He rose to his feet again, and this time, he managed to stand straight.

Mo Feng turned livid, and he felt a burning pain in his face. He could not believe that the Demigod, who had killed two people of the Mo Family, was still alive and unscathed. ‘How is he not hurt? Why did my attack not kill him?’

With rage burning in his heart, he vanished from where he stood, appeared in front of the dark-green turtle shell, and threw a punch at it. The shield rippled like water, but the punch, which was thrown out by a high-grade God, did not break it.

Mo Feng was petrified, and so did everyone else.

Even then, Luo Sanniang’s eyes lit up. She did not expect that Bu Fang was not dead. “Second Uncle, can you save him now?” She looked hopefully at the middle-aged man.

However, the man only shook his head. His response immediately chilled Luo Sanniang’s heart.

“Second Uncle…”

“Luo Luo, you should always put your family first. Outsiders will always be outsiders…” The middle-aged man gave her a meaningful look. The gaze made her heart jump.

Mo Feng pulled back his fist, squinting at the turtle shell in front of him. He sensed a strange force from it, which was somewhat similar to the Power of Law. ‘Isn’t this chef comprehending the Law of Transmigration? Is the defense of this Law so strong? No… This is not the Law of Transmigration.’

“Ahhh… Come, beat me!” said Bu Fang with a drowsy look.

His arrogant attitude made all the people twitch the corners of their mouths. They had never seen anyone who needed to be taught a lesson so much.

“You didn’t eat? Why are you so weak like a girl?” green-haired Bu fang said.

Mo Feng focused his eyes, and terrible killing intent exploded out of him in an instant. “You’re courting death!” He stomped his foot. The golden Wheel of Law emerged once again with the power of thirty-six Laws floating inside, and a burst of pressure tore the sky, surging like a pool of lightning.

The next moment, the Power of Law gathered over his fist, and then he threw it down hard onto the shield. “Go to hell!” he bellowed as the blow containing thirty-six Laws smashed down. Dreadful blasts swept out in all directions, accompanied by shafts of blinding golden light and a deafening rumble.

The middle-aged man, who Luo Sanniang called Second Uncle, casually waved a hand. A shield appeared in front of him and stopped the blasts that came pouring over. Under the protection of the old man, the fifth price was unhurt as well. The others were not so lucky, as the blasts knocked them all flying away.

The attack was so powerful that even a high-grade God would need to spend some effort to block it. All those who witnessed this sucked in their breaths, thinking that the chef finally got the lesson he deserved. Their eyes were wide as they stared at the center of the lake, eager to know what happened.

The next moment, everyone’s pupils constricted. They found that the dark-green turtle shell had turned as black as ink, and it was not broken!

“How did that happen? The blow is so mighty, but the turtle shell did not even crack?! How could a Demigod be so strong?!”

Mo Feng suddenly had a bad feeling. A moment later, the upper part of the turtle shell split apart. A figure slowly floated up through it, sat on the turtle shell, yawned, and looked at him.

“Have you had enough?” asked green-haired Bu Fang.

“Enough? I want you dead!” Mo Feng’s eyes were cold. He took a step forward, dashed through the void, appeared in front of Bu Fang, and threw down a palm.

The void cracked, and a strong wind blew at Bu Fang’s hair, but the latter just glanced lazily at the palm. “Young people these days are really cranky,” he said lightly. The next moment, he sank back into the turtle shell.

Mo Feng’s palm struck the turtle shell. He heard a click, then saw a crack appear on the surface. A delighted expression came over his face immediately. “No matter how hard your turtle shell is, it will crack under my attack!”

All of a sudden, his cheeks began to tremble violently. He felt as if his palm had hit something hot. The next moment, an extremely powerful attack rushed out of the turtle shell.

“What the f*ck?!”

Rumble!

The turtle shell exploded. Terrible fluctuation poured out in an instant. It was as if the energy that had been suppressed for a long time was released suddenly, and it generated an explosion that could destroy heaven and earth.

Impacted by the explosion, Mo Feng was thrown flying backward like a cannonball and smashed into the ground in the distance, covered in dust and mud. The power was mighty, but it could not hurt a high-grade God.

Amid the explosion, Bu Fang’s dark-green hair turned back to black.

‘Little Host, a high-grade God is, after all, a high-grade God. The rebound power of the turtle shell frightened him, but we can’t kill him. It’s time to flee.’ Black Turtle’s old voice rang in Bu Fang’s head.

Expressionless, he looked at Mo Feng, who was standing up in the flames and boiling with rage. “A high-grade God?” The corners of his mouth curved upward slightly. “It’s not enough to just frighten him…”

Bu Fang kicked the ground and flew into the sky. Then, he raised a hand, and his indifferent voice rang through the void.

“Wok, come.” The Black Turtle Constellation Wok appeared immediately.

“Knife, come.” The Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife fell into his hand.

“Stove, come…” His belt soared into the sky and burst into bright light.

Bu Fang’s eyes were gleaming. With a thought, his divine sense poured out, while one food ingredient after another emerged in front of him, all emanating terrible fluctuations.

All eyes were fixed on him. No one could believe that at this crucial time, he was going to…cook a dish?

“What the f*ck?!”