Gourmet of Another World

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Looking at the carp that was grinning at him, Bu Fang seemed to see a clown jumping back and forth before him. There was something strange about the fish. The moment it came through the door, he already sensed the strong spiritual energy surrounding it.

Because of the excess spiritual energy, the carp had developed sentience. Clearly, it was no longer an ordinary carp. In earthly terms, it had become a demon.

Clutching the fish, Bu Fang was puzzled. If the carp was here, what was the thing the master chef had cooked just now? Could he have taken the wrong fish? He did not think so.

The carp struggled in Bu Fang’s grip, twitching its body and flapping its tail, but his hand caught it tightly like a pair of pliers, so it could not break free no matter how hard it tried.

It seemed to be a little panicked. Spiritual energy flowed in it, then its body began to grow larger at a rate visible to the naked eye. Its teeth became extremely sharp, and pointy spikes emerged from its head to its tail.

In just the blink of an eye, it had transformed from a harmless fat carp to a vicious, carnivorous giant fish.

Bu Fang watched with a calm face as the carp transformed. He wondered if this was the effect of the spiritual energy. At the same time, he was shocked by the fact that an existence such as this, which could be considered as a demon, was able to cause trouble in the city.

Since even fish had mutated, it was inevitable that some humans had mutated as well. The Earth was already different from the one he remembered.

Suddenly, the carp slapped the stove with its tail, making a loud noise. The next moment, it leaped toward Bu Fang.

“Don’t you know that animals are not allowed to become demons after the founding of the country?” Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth.[1]1

Looking at the approaching carp, he lifted a hand and knocked it on the head with a flick of his finger. The giant carp froze in midair instantly, shrank like a leaking balloon, and turned back into a small fish. Then, it fell onto the chopping board, flapping its tail.

“This is how a fish should look like…” Bu Fang said lightly.

He crooked his finger, and immediately, the kitchen knife placed on the rack fell into his hand, spinning. Losing its spiritual energy, the sentience of the fish on the chopping board was gone, and it looked no different from an ordinary carp.

…

The master chef walked out of the kitchen with the stainless steel basin that contained the Boiled Fish. However, the scene in the restaurant took him by surprise.

Liu Mu sat with the customer, face to face. Their heads were bowed, while Liu Mu’s body shook violently.

Puzzled, the master chef wanted to ask if there was something wrong, but he was stopped by the customer.

“Is the dish… ready?” the customer asked.

The master chef ignored Liu Mu for the time being and placed the basin on the center of the table. “This is Boiled Fish cooked with your carp. Give it a try…” he said, wiping his hand with a square of cloth. He was very satisfied with the dish he had cooked.

“If the dish is not cooked well… You will die with the fish,” said the customer hoarsely. His voice sounded like the grinding of sand on sand, making the hair of those who heard it stand on end.

At last, the master chef felt something odd—combined with Liu Mu’s behavior, his heart skipped a beat. “You…”

However, before he could finish speaking, the customer had already picked up a pair of chopsticks, stabbed them into the Boiled Fish, and begun stirring vigorously, causing oil to spill everywhere.

As the Boiled Fish’s fragrance spread, the master chef’s face grew paler and unsightly, for he found that the fish in the basin was… gone.

How was that possible? Was he seeing things now? He himself had personally killed the fish, removed the scales, and sliced it into small pieces. Why was the fish gone now?!

“Where is my… fish?” The customer stopped stirring. His voice was a little depressed.

The horrible voice caused the master chef to shake uncontrollably. Everything was just too bizarre, so much so that he felt a chill run down his back.

“I clearly remembered—”

“Stop giving me excuses and get ready to die with my fish…” Sneering, the customer jerked his head up and revealed his pale face, his eyes glowing with a ghostly green gleam. Then, he pinched his lower lip with two fingers and blew. A shrill whistle rang out immediately.

“You can all go to hell with my fish now…” The customer laughed wildly with an expectant look on his face.

Liu Mu and the master chef both slumped in their chairs in disbelief. What had they run into? Was this still the world they knew?

Tap, tap, tap.

Suddenly, a clear sound of footsteps rang out. The expressions of the master chef and Liu Mu changed. Even the strange customer was slightly taken aback. They all turned and looked in the direction of the kitchen, then saw a skinny figure walking slowly out.

“My fish…” The customer paused for a while, then his nose sniffed and smelled the rich aroma that was spreading through the air. It was the smell of Boiled Fish.

Bu Fang walked out of the kitchen and placed the dish before the customer. “Here’s the fish you want,” he said indifferently.

The customer was struck dumb. Liu Mu and the master chef, on the other hand, were shaking. They suddenly admired Bu Fang for his bravery.

“See for yourself if this is your fish…” Bu Fang said.

The customer, pupils constricting, reached out his chopsticks and stabbed them hard into the Boiled Fish. When he pulled them out, a piece of white fish floated up. His face grew paler as he shuddered.

“My… My fish…” he murmured with a blank face. Then, the ghostly green gleam in his eyes shone even brighter. “How dare you cook my fish!”

With a roar, the customer lurched to his feet. The rainwater on him dripped even faster to the floor as if he had just been fished out from a pool.

The scene made the master chef and Liu Mu shrink to a corner in horror. However, Bu Fang’s face was still as calm and indifferent as before. He had seen all kinds of storms, so a threat of this level was nothing to him. Compared to the terrifying Soul Thirteen, this customer was like a little pig waving its foot.

Sure enough. After unleashing his aura, the customer turned to run out of the restaurant.

“Did I say you can leave?” Bu Fang said lightly, standing where he was with both hands clasped behind his back.

As soon as his voice rang out, the customer paused, only to run even faster in the next instant.

Bu Fang twisted his lips. With a thought in his mind, the divine sense that was being compressed in his spirit sea spread out in an instant.

Upon feeling the divine sense, the running customer immediately fell to his knees. Although Bu Fang’s divine sense could only cover an area of ten meters in circumference, he did not find it difficult to suppress this man.

Walking slowly, Bu Fang came up to the customer and looked down at him.

“You… You are a Qi cultivator…” the customer said in horror. He began to regret his decision to come here. One who played with fire would eventually get burned. He finally ran into a Qi cultivator.

‘A Qi cultivator?’ Bu Fang arched his brow. “Well, I think I am…” he said lightly. He was too lazy to say anything else, so he raised a hand.

He reckoned the man must have acquired some evil beast taming technique, found a carp who possessed spiritual energy, and raised it into a demon. The carp was docile, but under his control, it ate human flesh, and since then, it was no longer docile.

Beasts that had tried human flesh could not be kept anymore because they would become addicted to the taste of humans. So, Bu Fang could confirm that the man before him was not a good guy. Had he not returned to Earth, the consequences would have been disastrous.

“Mercy, Exalted Immortal! Mercy!”

The moment Bu Fang raised his hand, the man dropped on all fours and kept kowtowing. He looked frightened. The pressure Bu Fang put on him was just too much.

“Mercy? Why should I show you mercy?” Bu Fang said expressionlessly.

“I will trade my life with a secret… I… I know there’s a nine-tailed fox nearby! I know where to find it!” the man said hastily. To save himself, he revealed the secret.

“We Beastmasters have been fighting among ourselves for this nine-tailed fox. Even the state institutions are involved now. I did this to improve my strength so that I can fight with my peers… If I don’t improve my carp’s ability, I will lose the chance to fight, and I will lose the opportunity to rise in the upcoming trend…” the man said unwillingly.

To Beastmasters, a nine-tailed fox was simply a divine beast! If anyone of them could tame it, the individual would be able to stand on the peak of the world!

The customer, however, did not realize that after he had finished speaking, the pressure on him grew stronger and stronger.

Bu Fang’s face was dark and gloomy. ‘A nine-tailed fox? Could it be Foxy? She has nine tails… Is Foxy in some kind of dangerous situation? But even if her strength is suppressed, she should still be strong enough to scare these weaklings away. Did something happen to her?’

“A nine-tailed fox? If that is a real nine-tailed fox… You are just going to get yourself killed with this little carp,” Bu Fang said.

“No, no, no… Exalted Immortal, there’s something you don’t know. For some reason, the nine-tailed fox is severely wounded… so all the Beastmasters and people with power in Jiangdong are aiming for it!” the man said hurriedly.

Suddenly, he felt his body float up—he realized that he was lifted by a mighty force. That made his heart skip a beat. He was even more convinced that Bu Fang was many times stronger than him.

“Bring me there, or… die,” Bu Fang said coldly.

After going through the disaster of the Soul Demon, Bu Fang’s murderous aura had grown stronger. He had only unleashed a little bit of it, and the Beastmaster was already so scared that he almost pissed in the pants.

In a corner, Liu Mu and the master chef felt as if they were looking at a fairy tale, their eyes widening in disbelief. Was that really Bu Fang? What happened? Why did the customer scamper away as soon as he saw Bu Fang, as if he was some terrifying being?

Of course, what shocked them the most was the floating customer… It was a trick that only a deity could perform!

Bu Fang lowered the Beastmaster and asked him to lead the way. He was excited to learn news about Foxy, but if something bad happened to her, he would not spare those who hurt her.

Foxy was wounded. What about Nethery who was with her? And who on Earth could injure Foxy? Even though her cultivation base was suppressed just like him, her physical strength was not something anyone on Earth could deal with!

He thought of the spiritual energy rain, and his brows immediately furrowed.

‘Are there also powerful cultivators on Earth? And our arrival has attracted their attention? Could the prying eyes and the warning lightning punishment also be the works of these cultivators?’

Bu Fang’s frown deepened.

‘No wonder the System said that Earth is not safe. It seems the God of Cooking Sets’ Artifact Spirits are not so easy to wake up…’