Gourmet of Another World

Whitey had come back.

Hovering in midair, Wushuang became somewhat excited. He was not very familiar with the metal puppet that followed Bu Fang, but after they had stayed together for hundreds of years, he already considered it a companion and a friend.

In fact, he knew very well that the metal puppet was not a real puppet. It was sentient. However, the sentience was buried deep in it like a tiny seed, waiting for the water to sprout and bloom into a flower. And now, it was sprouting at last.

“Well... It is still in good spirits, and the craft is not rusty,” Bu Fang said faintly as he nodded. It seemed that he was satisfied with Whitey’s Performance.

Whitey’s clothes-stripping skills were as formidable as before. It could strip anyone naked with just one move, including immortals. So what if they were Saints of the Great Path? It stripped them all the same and threw them away.

The star essences of almost all the dead stars in the universe were used to forge a new body for Whitey. It was the best configuration, and together with the catalysis of the gourmet food, Whitey was given a new life. Even Bu Fang was not quite sure how powerful it was now. It might be as strong as before or even stronger.

The Buddha, the Daoist, and the barbarian were stripped naked by Whitey with just one move. They were simply powerless to fight back. At this moment, they seemed to recall something.

“This puppet... seems to be very famous in the Primitive Sphere...”

“But hasn’t that puppet been reduced to dust? Why are we encountering it on this ordinary planet?”

“It’s almost as strong as a Chaotic Saint!”

The three of them were the top experts in their respective worlds. At this moment, however, they did not have the courage to face Whitey. It was too fearsome. With just one move, it had ripped their clothes, no matter if they were clad in a Daoist robe, a monk’s robe, or animal skins.

The air was filled with the drifting spiritual energy that the broken magic treasures had turned into. It nourished the whole planet and benefited all the living beings here. The mortals could now sense the energy as their bodies were being strengthened. More of them knelt on the ground.

Whitey swept the trio with its golden mechanical eyes. They shuddered. Without hesitation, they wrapped themselves in fresh clothes and sped away. With this puppet here, they were lucky to be alive, and they could forget about the treasure. Little did they know that Whitey was the so-called heavenly treasure they were here for.

Bu Fang did not stop them from leaving. He had no reason to do that. They did nothing wrong—it was a cultivator’s nature to go after a heavenly treasure.

Rumble!

Whitey took a step and, as if it had crossed the river of time, appeared in front of Bu Fang. Then, it raised its big hand and scratched its round head. Bu Fang patted its belly and smiled.

Wushuang’s iron sword returned to its scabbard. Reforged by Bu Fang, the weapon’s power was now not weaker than that of the Primitive Universe’s divine artifacts. Wushuang could not express how much he liked it. After putting away the sword, he cupped his fist and bowed at Whitey.

In a somewhat dorky but adorable way, Whitey raised its big hands and imitated his gesture, cupping its fist and bowing. Compared with the past, the present Whitey was considered to have just gained its intelligence. However, many things belonging to the original Whitey were deeply engraved in its memory.

Whitey was still the same Whitey, but it was now more human than that cold metal puppet.

Bu Fang looked at the mortals below. Then, he raised a hand and waved it lightly. Magic power spread, and clouds of dust rolled. Before long, everything was restored to its original state. The array had also faded away. Whitey, Wushuang, and Bu Fang landed inside the restaurant.

“Your Excellency... Do you plan to stay here forever?” Wushuang asked.

He was very excited that Bu Fang had come back to life. He could not tell how strong Bu Fang was now, but he knew that he must be stronger than him. He reckoned that he would be no match for Bu Fang even if he used his Seven Emotions Sword Path.

“Isn’t it good to stay here? I want to spend more time in the mortal world while I can. I will not have such an opportunity in the future...”

The corners of Bu Fang’s mouth lifted slightly. He was not in a hurry. There were still four hundred years before Soul God woke up. Besides, he might not be able to defeat Soul God with his current cultivation base, so he needed to slowly cultivate and push the Emotional Path to the pinnacle.

Wushuang nodded and said nothing, though he could not understand completely. In any case, he and Bu Fang had endless lives now, so he was not in a hurry too. He swore that he would follow wherever Bu Fang went.

...

Lord Dog lay lazily outside the Temple of Heavengod Time, basking in the sun. He had nothing else to do. When he had plenty of time but no Sweet ‘n’ Sour Ribs, he could only spend his days like this.

Er Ha was better now. He did not eat that spicy strip but kept it as a treasure. Bu Fang’s dishes were imperishable. He could keep it for hundreds of years, and it would not rot. Occasionally, when he thought of eating it, he would bring it out and take a small bite. Of course, he had to restrain himself, or he would finish it in less than a year.

Foxy was very naughty. After all, she was Heavengod Destruction. A random meatball shot out of her mouth would always cause a mess in the Chaos Space.

Shrimpy, on the other hand, was a bit like Lord Dog. It spent its days lying under the sun and spitting bubbles. The Heavengod Space who used to travel everywhere had become a lazy shrimp, too lazy to even move.

Without Bu Fang, they all became somewhat decadent.

...

Another hundred years had passed. To the Chaos Space, a hundred years was nothing, and to Void City, it was like a snap of the fingers.

It seemed like yesterday when Flowery delivered the food. Since then, she had stayed in Void City, sitting cross-legged and cultivating. She had wanted to stay with Lord Dog, but when she learned that Nethery was inheriting the Queen’s legacy, she chose to stay and guard her.

...

The towering Hangu Pass was broken in half. A huge crack ran through it in the middle, terrifying to look at. Countless immortals and deities packed the top of the walls. They sat cross-legged and kept sending their energy into the starry sky to supply the arrays.

The dish was surrounded by a dense layer of arrays, each containing mighty power. However, what was truly shocking was that half of the dish was eaten. This had filled many people with terror.

The memory of that battle was still vivid in their minds. They could still remember how the heavens and earth had shaken when Soul God came to this universe.

A sword flew buzzing into the starry sky. Tongtian, standing on the sword, circled the arrays. He looked at the dish. It was like a realm, and Soul God was sealed inside.

He put his hands behind his back, his robes flapping noisily in the wind. Staring at the half-eaten dish, he felt somewhat restless inside.

To perfected Chaotic Saints like him, a thousand years was like a snap of the fingers. But the days seemed like years to him. It was as if there was an hourglass with the sand in it flowing, and when the last grain of sand fell, it would be endless destruction.

And this time, Bu Fang was not with them. There was no one who could suppress Soul God with another dish.

Tongtian sighed, then locked his fingers in a sword incantation gesture. A stream of light fell from the sky and struck the array, causing it to ripple.

“Keep suppressing... I also have a sword, and it is waiting for you to come out.” Tongtian squinted at the half-eaten dish with a sharp look in his eyes.

...

Bu Fang gently closed the restaurant door. Whitey and Wushuang walked up to him.

“Why are we closing so early today, Your Excellency?”

Wushuang was puzzled, while Whitey blinked its mechanical eyes.

“I’m going somewhere today. Gather up your things. Let’s go for a walk,” Bu Fang said.

Wushuang paused for a while, then nodded. A few moments later, he ran to his room and took out his sword. He always carried the sword on his back except when he was helping out in the restaurant. This was the professional quality of a Sword Immortal.

Bu Fang made no comment on that. Looking at Wushuang’s sword, he could not help but think of the God of Cooking Sets. They had merged with the Gourmet Arrays to suppress Soul God, so he did not have a handy weapon now.

“Have you gathered up all your things?” Bu Fang asked.

Wushuang nodded, and so did Whitey. The puppet was growing wittier and more human now.

Bu Fang clasped his hands behind his back and took a step. The void in front of them immediately distorted and turned into a huge spatial tunnel. He was the first to step into it. Wushuang and Whitey exchanged a glance and followed.

Space twisted and turned around them. When they left the tunnel, they found themselves hovering over a great ocean.

“Where is this place? Its spiritual energy is so weak... even weaker than that of Planet Immortality,” Wushuang could not help but say with emotion.

“This is... where I was born,” Bu Fang said.

Wushuang froze instantly, and his expression became somewhat embarrassed. “Your Excellency is destined to be an extraordinary being. Although you were born in such a barren place, you could still cultivate to the supreme realm. Your Excellency is truly the role model for all cultivators.”

Bu Fang glanced at him. “Your strength has not improved much lately, but it seems your tongue has become smoother.”

Wushuang laughed dryly.

Looking at the vast ocean, Bu Fang exhaled deeply. Now that he was back again, he was filled with mixed feelings.

“Earth...”

During that battle, Soul God had pulled Earth out from the endless void before he was suppressed and sealed. Bu Fang thought that his last body part must be sealed here.

Frowning, he closed his eyes and sensed the heavens and earth with his heart. The wind was blowing, and the sea was rolling. After a long time, he opened his eyes. He could not sense anything that had Soul God’s aura.

‘What’s going on? Could Soul God be mistaken?’ Bu Fang thought for a while. Then, he walked into the sky step by step as if climbing a flight of invisible steps.

He did not deliberately release his aura, but the immortals on Penglai Immortal Island, Mount Kunlun, and other blessed realms on Earth shuddered at the same time. Sitting cross-legged, they looked up at the sky and felt a terrifying aura. It was so strong that they did not dare to fight it.

Bu Fang ignored these immortals and deities. He went above the sky, found a large hole in the ocean of rolling clouds, and walked into it. Whitey and Wushuang followed curiously.

The hole was extremely dark, and three mighty figures could be seen sitting cross-legged inside. As soon as they sensed Bu Fang’s aura, they flicked open their eyes.

Rumble!

Wushuang, standing behind Bu Fang, shuddered as he sensed tremendous pressure. He was terrified. He never expected that an almighty expert would guard such a barren place.

In the distance, when the man who opened his eyes saw Bu Fang, he burst out laughing.

“Hahahaha! You’re finally back!”