Gourmet of Another World

Di Ting’s words startled everyone present. It was too crazy. None of them knew how to do it. In fact, everything they did was arranged by him.

As the strongest expert in Nether Prison, Di Ting arranged everything, and the idea of unifying the Netherworld and transcending it to a great world also came from him first. However, they remembered that he once said that Earth Prison and the Immortal Cooking Realm must be brought under Nether Prison before they could carry out this step. Could they succeed now without these two small worlds? Why was Di Ting in such a hurry? Why did they feel that things suddenly became so urgent?

The Great Saints and Patriarchs of Nether Prison were not fools. They could sense Di Ting’s urgency, and that somewhat confused them. However, he didn’t explain too much to them but told them to do as he ordered and get the news out.

It was not a simple thing to unify various small worlds and then transcend to a great world. It did not happen by just shouting, “A great world is founded!’ There was a lot of preparation to be done.

Each small world had its own Great Path, which formed its internal rules. First of all, the Great Path in every small world needed to be sorted out. The sorting was not integrating, and it would take a long time. After that, a dominant Great Path would be chosen to connect all the other Great Paths so that these scattered Great Paths had the same leader, and in turn, this leader would be the main body of the great world.

There was no question that Nether Prison would be the main body of the Great Netherworld. As for Earth Prison, it had been excluded.

Besides, they also needed to attract the mysterious Power of the Laws. Only with its recognition could the Netherworld become a great world.

Di Ting had more knowledge than many people. He knew that there were many great worlds in the starry sky and that they were vast in size. That man once said that this universe had three thousand great worlds, and only by jumping out could they last forever. He didn’t understand at that time, but after the catastrophe, he understood what that man meant. As long as the Netherworld did not become a great world, people in it would always be frogs in a well, unaware of the vastness of the universe.

Di Ting’s orders were passed on. The experts were puzzled, but out of their fanatical admiration for him, they accepted the orders and left.

For a moment, the whole Nether Prison was stirring. With it in the center, a storm soon swept through many small worlds. Of course, neither Earth Prison nor the Immortal Cooking Realm had been affected at all.

…

Bu Fang’s breakthrough was completed. The breakthrough in his divine will could be said to have enhanced his cooking skills.

The Heaven and Earth Farmland could be considered as Bu Fang’s paradise, and all his cultivations seemed to be based on it. This made it very similar to the small world that a Great Saint condensed. Though small and illusory, a Great Saint’s small world was corporeal after all and could give birth to a Great Path. Bu Fang’s farmland, on the other hand, was beyond the imagination of ordinary Great Saints. Its vastness was even comparable to that of a small world owned by a Nine-revolution Great Saint.

He returned to the restaurant and walked out of the kitchen. Nethery and Foxy had finished their meals, leaving only empty cups and bowls on the table. He cleared the table, went back to the kitchen, and put the dishes into the automatic dishwasher.

After that, he went back to his room and took a hot shower. As the hot water ran across his skin, he felt as if all his weariness had been washed away. It was a feeling that was hard to describe.

After taking a bath, he leaned against the window while waiting for his hair to dry, holding a glass and swirling the wine inside. He enjoyed the beautiful night view of the city over a glass of wine. When he had finished the wine, he lay down on the bed. Soon, the sound of regular breathing filled the room. He had sunk into a deep sleep.

At Bu Fang’s level, sleep was no longer very important to him, and he could even stay awake for a very long time. But he still kept this habit. For him, all he cared about was enjoying the process of sleep. Having peace of mind was what made him like to do it.

The next day, Bu Fang opened the restaurant door as he had promised. The news that the Yellow Spring Little Restaurant was finally open for business after a few days delighted its longtime customers, while the experts of aristocratic families who stayed in the city lined up frantically, all wanting to be the first to taste Bu Fang’s dishes.

Tian Cang had not come back yet. It was almost three days later when he hurried back and landed in front of the restaurant. He had made a deal with Bu Fang, and one of the conditions was that he would be away for three days. Now that the time was up, as a man who always honored his words, he left Ice Saint and returned to work as a waiter in the restaurant.

When many experts of aristocratic families saw him work as a waiter, they were all frightened as if they had seen a ghost. Since then, strange things often happened in the restaurant. For example, when Tian Cang brought a dish to a table, everyone on that table would stand up and bow respectfully to him. No matter how he tried to stop them, they still insisted on saluting him. They could not just accept his service for granted. After all, he was once the Nether King of Earth Prison and an invincible existence.

This had led to a bit of chaos in the restaurant. But Bu Fang knew it was normal, and after a while, everyone would get used to it. And this was indeed the case.

After the news that Tian Cang had become a waiter in Yellow Spring Little Restaurant spread, everyone went crazy. The experts all over Earth Prison came frantically toward Yellow Spring City, and because of this, the city had become more prosperous.

Yellow Spring Great Sage was back. He held the jade wine jar all day long, wandering in the restaurant happily, tasting food, and drinking wine. The leisurely lifestyle had replaced his hobby of holding grass, and it made him very happy.

Nether King Er Ha and the Prison Overlords also kept visiting the restaurant. Although Tian Cang refused to be the Nether King again, they were still full of respect for him.

Gradually, Yellow Spring City had developed into one of Earth Prison’s three major cities. It was constantly expanding. Countless people migrated to previously barren areas within the city, and tall buildings were springing up.

Bu Fang enjoyed this kind of life very much. During the day, he practiced cooking, and at night, he left the restaurant to stroll around the city and taste various Earth Prison delicacies. Sometimes, he also thought about new dishes. Cooking was a profession that required a lot of imagination as well. Only with rich imagination could new dishes be created continuously.

Time always passed very quickly in this kind of simple life. Three years later, Lord Dog returned. As soon as he entered the restaurant, his first words were to ask for Sweet ‘n’ Sour Ribs. He finally stabilized his cultivation base and had even made great progress. Now, whenever his eyes twinkled, they seemed to be able to destroy the stars in the sky.

To the surprise of all Earth Prison experts, Nether Prison had not made any moves in these three years. They did not invade Earth Prison again and did not launch a war. Everything became very peaceful. That was actually a bit weird. Did a battle really make the two sides choose peace? If so, that would be great. The Earth Prison experts wished that was the case.

Another three years passed, and then another three…

It was the longest period of peace Bu Fang had had since he came to this strange world. He spent nine years in Yellow Spring Little Restaurant. Occasionally, he would close the door, leave the restaurant, and let Nethery bring them to various ancient cities with her Netherworld Ship to search for Earth Prison delicacies. Sometimes, they would venture into lofty mountains and dangerous places in search of rare games.

It was really nice to experience Earth Prison’s culture. Along the way, Bu Fang also learned a lot of new things, and his cooking skills also made remarkable progress.

These nine years were the nine years for Earth Prison to recover its strength, and they were also the most important nine years for Bu Fang to consolidate his cooking skills and cultivate his sentiments.

Nether King Er Ha was forced to enter the Demon Passes again. He still had three levels to go through, and Tian Cang and Ying Long had been forcing him to do it. In the eighth year, he finally went through them, and his cultivation base had broken through to the Nine-revolution Great Saint level as well. Such progress was very fast, but it was not easy at all, and there was even the risk of death. In any case, since Er Ha had gone through them, Tian Cang felt happy for him.

The rest of the time, of course, was spent on consolidating his cultivation base.

After passing the Demon Passes, Er Ha had only one dream left, that was, to eat spicy strips for the rest of his life.

For Earth Prison, nine years was only a very short moment. After all, the life of a Great Saint was extremely long. However, nine years was not short either, at least for Bu Fang.

During the nine years, his restaurant had accumulated a considerable amount of revenue, which had reached a critical point of the System’s target. Bu Fang felt that he was going to break through soon, even without cooking any special dishes or getting any additional Nether crystals. This kind of breakthrough was actually the most normal one.

…

The Netherworld Ship tore apart the void, floating in front of Yellow Spring City with all its tall buildings. Bu Fang and Nethery jumped out of the ship and returned to the city.

Foxy had grown up a lot and even got herself one more tail, and her strength had become much stronger with the nourishment of countless delicious food.

Flowery came to Earth Prison by herself from Immortal Chef Little Store. This Seven-colored Sky Devouring Python’s strength had also grown significantly. Perhaps because of the food she ate, she had become more charming, and her cultivation base had also stepped into the Great Saint Realm.

Seven-colored Sky Devouring Pythons were, after all, ancient savage monsters. When they reached their adulthood, their strength was no less weaker than that of the previous Lord Dog. In other words, as soon as Flowery came of age, she would have the strength of a Perfected Great Saint.

Naturally, Bu Fang would not let go of a talent with such great potential. What’s more, as Flowery grew up, she became more and more beautiful. She had become a sight to behold in Yellow Spring City, attracting the attention of countless people. Many men flocked to the restaurant just to see her.

However, this little girl was truly a descendant of the savage monster. She was extremely cold and proud, and she was even more indifferent than Bu Fang. And since she had learned to strip clothes from Whitey, she had taken on the task. Every day, she would cause some trouble and strip someone’s clothes…

Nethery, Flowery, and Bu Fang walked slowly along the street, while Foxy was wagging her four tails merrily and hopping about beside them.

The streets at night were filled with the rich aroma of food from street stalls. All of them did not open until evening, a bit like the stall Bu Fang used to run in the Immortal Cooking Realm.

Even at night, Yellow Spring Little Restaurant’s door was still open. Many noble ladies in the city were gathering in front of the restaurant, each with a feverish expression on her face. They dared not come in the daytime for fear of being labeled as troublemakers, stripped of their clothes, and thrown out of the restaurant. But in the evening, they went crazy.

They came for one reason only, and that was a waiter in the restaurant—Tian Cang. Known as a lady-killer, all these noble ladies were fascinated by him.

Tian Cang was helpless in this situation. He actually wanted to be a low-key waiter and live a quiet life. However, he was destined to be extraordinary with his handsome face. Even as an ordinary waiter, he still shone like a diamond in the dark.

The restaurant door closed with a thud, shutting out the screaming noble ladies. Bu Fang and the others, returning from a trip, were already accustomed to this.

Lord Dog lay fast asleep under the Path-Understanding Tree. Even though he had become a Demigod, he was as lazy as ever and had even grown fatter.

Bu Fang went into the kitchen and cooked a plate of Sweet ‘n’ Sour Ribs, Dragon Blood Rice, and other delicious dishes. After eating and drinking, everyone went back to their rooms and began to prepare for another day.

…

In the boundless starry sky, a ripple suddenly spread as a silver-white metal warship slowly flew over. The ship was huge and exquisitely made, divided into nine layers and with every part of it finely carved. Emitting a pale blue light, it was completely surrounded by an energy shield.

With a creak, a metal door slowly opened at the top of the warship. A figure walked out of the door with his hands behind his back and stood in front of the ship, looking straight at the huge landmass that was the Netherworld not far in front of him.

“So this is the newly born… great world? Nine years ago, when that man provided us the coordinates, he said this place is just a cluster of small worlds. I thought I had found a treasure,and yet when I arrived, it has become a great world recognized by the Laws of the Starry Sky… What a pity.”