Gourmet of Another World

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Soul God would rather die than surrender. He would never eat it. Bu Fang’s dish made him feel a sense of crisis.

Gourmet food was poison to him. It would sap his power of the Great Sins little by little! This was the God of Cooking’s trap and the most effective way to deal with him!

Soul God’s eyes widened with rage as he closed his mouth tight. He did not believe that Bu Fang could still shove the dish into his mouth, now that he had closed it!

Bu Fang looked indifferently at Soul God. His gaze was very calm.

Suddenly, the Gourmet Arrays stirred, and the black power of the Great Sins emanating from Soul God’s body was being suppressed.

Soul God’s pupils narrowed. ‘This damn God of Cooking’s will…’

He was not going to give in.

Bu Fang sighed. At this moment, the God of Cooking was invincible in this room. Even though Soul God had once touched the Ancestral God realm, he had lost his heart, which was utilized by the God of Cooking to suppress him now.

Perhaps, when Soul God gradually got used to the power of his heart, he could call it back. However, he could only be suppressed at this moment.

Soul God’s body was trembling. Slowly, he raised his head and opened his mouth…

His pupils narrowed further.

Bu Fang grabbed a spoon and scooped the dish into Soul God’s mouth, one spoonful after another.

In this world, countless people were eager to try his dishes. Unfortunately, there was one exception, and that was Soul God. His hatred for gourmet food came from the depths of his soul.

When the dish entered his mouth, Soul God felt his soul quiver. He could not even seem to control the power of the Great Sins anymore…

Rumble!

The suppression of the Gourmet Arrays was wrenched away. Soul God took several consecutive steps back, covered his head, and dropped to one knee.

Seven faces emerged on his body, and every one of them was twisting…

Those were the seven sins. What Bu Fang wanted to do was to melt Soul God’s seven sins. This was the God of Cooking’s plot, and now, Bu Fang was finally coming to the last step.

Bu Fang took a step back, returned to the White Tiger Heaven Stove’s side, and looked indifferently at Soul God.

Soul God was covering his head with both hands as if he was having a serious headache. His pupils narrowed, while his body was shaking.

Suddenly, he threw his head back and growled. The crimson in his eyes seemed to melt away little by little.

The dish cooked by Bu Fang came from the recipe specifically written by the God of Cooking to deal with the seven deadly sins. There were seven dishes, corresponding to the seven deadly sins.

Bu Fang only needed to cook these seven dishes, and he would be able to thoroughly convince Soul God and wipe out his power.

Soul God let out a long shriek. A stream of force that looked like a black dragon struggled out of his body and twisted violently, dispersing in midair with a rumbling sound before disappearing completely.

This was one of Soul God’s sins, and it was wiped out.

Bu Fang’s face grew cold. He flipped to the second page of the book, which described a dish. Then, he took out the ingredients and processed them unhurriedly.

Perhaps the God of Cooking’s purpose in cultivating a successor was for today. His ultimate goal was to have his successor’s cooking skills capable of cooking the dishes in his recipes. That was the only way for him to have a chance of killing Soul God.

And now… Bu Fang was finally able to do it!

Bu Fang exhaled. He tossed the wok and began to cook another dish.

The rich aroma seemed to turn into golden dragons in the room. They wheeled in midair, confronting, growling, snapping, and tearing at the black dragons conjured by Soul God’s power of the Great Sins.

Soul God remained kneeling on the floor. His body was bound by the chains formed by the Gourmet Arrays.

Bu Fang did not look away—his focus was all on the dish. The dishes in the God of Cooking’s Menu were not too difficult to cook, but the emotions that needed to be infused into them were just too much.

It was only because Bu Fang had stepped on the Emotional Path that he had a chance to try it. If it were anyone else, they might not have had the chance to try all this.

Sizzle…

Bu Fang poured out the dish. Another perfect delicacy was ready. He took a deep breath, making the rich aroma linger in his mind. Focusing his eyes, he took the dish and came in front of Soul God.

Soul God was still fighting fiercely, but Bu Fang kept spooning the dish into his mouth, which slowly opened no matter how hard he was resisting.

Another dish was fed, and Soul God’s body was fully covered with blue veins. It was as if all his blood vessels were about to burst under his skin. It was a horrible sight.

He took several consecutive steps backward as another power of sin in him began to keep disintegrating!

Soul God’s blood-colored pupils were widening and narrowing rapidly. That was a kind of pain caused by conflicting attributes.

“Damn you, chef…” he growled. His whole body was flowing with black fluid, which was giving off a foul stench.

Bu Fang exhaled. He retreated to the stove, reached out his hand, opened the book, and flipped to a new page.

Before long, he cooked another dish and fed it to Soul God.

The sinful power in Soul God was separated from him again and disintegrated.

Soul God was in great pain, his eyes flashing with anger and despair. This time… he was really going to be killed by the God of Cooking’s plot! Bu Fang was the biggest scheme that old thing had left behind!

One dish, two dishes, three dishes… There were seven dishes in total.

Bu Fang cooked unhurriedly. However, he was not that relaxed. He would occasionally exhale after cooking a dish.

Each dish took a huge amount of his mental force. Not only that, but it also consumed a significant amount of his emotions. The God of Cooking’s dishes were not so easy to cook.

The System hovered quietly in a distant corner within the room. Just like all the tests in the past, it watched Bu Fang calmly and quietly, assessing everything about him.

Bu Fang was very familiar with the feeling.

When he was cooking the sixth dish, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He seemed to struggle a little even with his current cultivation base.

After cooking it, he took a step back and sat on the floor.

Controlled by an invisible force, the dish floated in front of Soul God, who was gasping for air at the moment. He ate another mouthful of the dish.

The black on Soul God’s body had faded a lot. It was as black as ink, but now it turned gray. His face gradually turned clear as well, no longer vague.

He lay on the floor, panting violently. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and let out a pained growl.

Black smoke spread out from his seven orifices, turned into black dragons, and was ripped apart by the golden dragons of the dish.

“Come on, Host. You have only one last dish to cook,” the System’s serious cheering rang out.

Bu Fang glanced at the System and slightly twitched the corner of his mouth. He was not in a hurry. He needed to rest for a while.

The last dish was also the most crucial dish. Given his current state, it would not be easy for him to cook. His mental force was almost depleted, and his aura had become very weak.

After catching his breath for a while, he slowly rose to his feet and came before the White Tiger Heaven Stove.

The God of Cooking’s Menu floated quietly. He reached out a hand and flipped to the last page. The golden characters in the book shone brilliantly.

Bu Fang’s gaze was complicated. “This is the last dish…” he murmured faintly.

After walking on the path to becoming a God of Cooking for so long, he seemed to have finally approached its end. Inexplicably, Bu Fang had a feeling of loss inside, and this feeling was hard to bear.

He exhaled, then took out the ingredients one by one. In fact, there were not really many ingredients.

The ingredients for the last dish were rice and an egg.

Was it Egg-Fried Rice? Bu Fang looked dazed for a moment. He started with Egg-Fried Rice, and now he would end his journey with Egg-Fried Rice?

Shaking his head, he slowly raised his eyes and looked at Soul God in the distance. The glance gave him pause.

He found that Soul God had lost that spirited look. At this moment, he seemed to have turned into an old man, leaning listlessly against the wall of the cabin.

On his gray face, his skin turned into furrows that looked like the folds of a plateau. They stacked together and were terrifying to look at. His hair was white and disheveled.

It was as if Soul God had been drained of all life force. The seven deadly sins gave him eternal life, but after being deprived of them, he became a senile mortal. He seemed to be on the verge of death, literally dying.

Bu Fang’s gaze was complicated. He had not imagined that Soul God, his greatest foe, would end up like this, being deprived of eternal life and dying because of old age.

However, this was probably the best end for Soul God, compared to the killing he had done.

He shook his head, exhaled, and began to cook the last dish, Egg-Fried Rice.

Crack.

The egg was cracked open, and the rice was added into the wok… A rich fragrance instantly rose and filled the air.

Egg-Fried Rice was a dish that Bu Fang was very familiar with, a dish that he was able to finish cooking almost subconsciously. And yet, it actually appeared in such a solemn moment.

Inexplicably, it gave him an odd feeling.

He tossed the wok. The light of the roaring flames lit up his face. His movements seemed to become slower, and so were the ingredients that were being stir-fried.

In the distance, Soul God, who was leaning against the wall, had a bitter smile on his face as he looked at the firelight radiating from the Black Turtle Constellation Wok.

He seemed to see his aging self in the flame. His cloudy eyes appeared to be somewhat dazed.

The sound of quiet footsteps echoed out as Bu Fang carried the dish and came in front of Soul God. His gaze was somewhat complicated.

“Come, finish your last meal,” Bu Fang said. He scooped up the Egg-Fried Rice in the blue-and-white porcelain plate with a porcelain spoon.

Faint wisps of smoke lingered over the rice, giving the dish an extremely delicate appearance.

“It’s so beautiful…” Soul God murmured as he looked listlessly at the rice and egg in the spoon.

That gave Bu Fang pause.

“What a beautiful flower…” Soul God said.

The next moment, the furrows on his face began to twitch uncontrollably. Although he was very old now, he actually let out a reckless laugh until tears trickled down his cheeks.

“Little chef… You’ll regret it! When I am deprived of my sins… some things came back to me!” Soul God laughed as he looked at Bu Fang with some sympathy. “You’re in the pit as much as I am.”

The power of the last sin in Soul God began to tremble.

What did Soul God mean? Bu Fang froze, and the spoonful of Egg-Fried Rice froze in midair. He did not feed it to Soul God.

“What is ruthlessness… To be able to kill yourself is ruthless.”

Soul God burst out laughing.

Suddenly, Bu Fang felt a great force acting on his hand. The spoonful of Egg-Fried Rice was pushed out by the force and shoved into Soul God’s mouth…

Bu Fang’s pupils narrowed! It was not him! He was not the one who fed Soul God just now! He abruptly turned to the side.

Beside him, the System, made of energy lines, appeared without a sound. It was the System who pushed his hand just now and fed Soul God the Egg-Fried Rice.

In the distance, the Artifact Spirits of the God of Cooking Set slowly emerged. They turned into human figures and quietly hovered in midair.

Bu Fang took a deep breath and turned to look at Soul God, who had eaten the Egg-Fried Rice.

Soul God was looking at Bu Fang with sympathy. The next moment, his body began to crack. He opened his mouth as streams of black smoke poured out of his seven orifices, turned into black dragons, and dissipated.

With that, the power of the seven sins was completely stripped from Soul God’s body, and he was left with a dry and old body, falling to the ground and… dying.

“Little… chef…” the aging Soul God said, looking at Bu Fang with his cloudy eyes.

Bu Fang watched. The next moment, all his hair suddenly stood on end!

Buzz…

With the power of Soul God’s seventh sin stripped away, a wave of pure energy spread out in all directions around the cabin!

Rumble!

It was as if the whole Heaven and Earth Farmland had awakened at this moment. Countless grass and trees grew crazily, while a withered white lotus flower quietly bloomed above the towering Immortal Tree.

Many experts were attracted by the white Senseless Lotus.

Tongtian, Yuanshi Tianzun, Lord Dog, and the other almighty experts could sense that the power of the Great Sins in the cabin had disappeared.

However, whether it was Lord Dog, Er Ha, Tongtian, or the others, they did not feel happy at all. Inexplicably, there seemed to be an even more terrible pressure pressing on them.

Lub-dub! Lub-dub!

The sound of a beating heart rang out.

Everyone turned to the cabin with narrowed pupils. As they watched, it began to quietly crumble. Bu Fang’s figure gradually emerged. In front of him lay a decaying, old body.

When the cabin dispersed like sand, another figure appeared, sitting cross-legged not far away from Bu Fang and the body. It was also an old man. He emanated no aura, and in his hand, he was holding a heart.

The power of the seven sins wheeled above the heart. Slowly, they fell, wrapped the heart, and fused into it.

Buzz…

The System and the five Artifact Spirits hovered in front of the figure, blocking Bu Fang.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, the old man’s finger twitched a little. Then, he slowly raised his head. He looked at Bu Fang as the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

The next moment, the heart that belonged to Soul God was stuffed into his chest.

“Congratulations. You have successfully completed the path to becoming a God of Cooking.”

The old man slowly rose to his feet. As he stood up, his body gradually became younger, and all the wrinkles on his face disappeared.

Eventually, he turned into the ordinary, middle-aged man Bu Fang had seen in the Queen of Curses’ memory. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth as he looked at Bu Fang.

“Unfortunately, the world only needs one God of Cooking.”