Chapter 381: How Can You Know How Powerful I am? (2/2)

Bu Fang squinted his eyes. He finally understood what this was all about. It seemed that the serpent-men tribe had profited at Yu Fu's expense. That would explain the reason why it had undergone such incredible changes.

Moreover, the reason why Yu Feng's cultivation advanced, and he now seemed like he wasn't far away from a breakthrough to the eighth grade War-God echelon, was because he had also benefited from Yu Fu becoming the successor of the Grand Serpentine City.

Tsk, tsk... it was truly interesting.

”What Yu Fu thought about all of it? Could it be that she doesn't want to continue studying culinary arts from me?” Bu Fang looked at Yu Feng and asked.

Yu Feng's complexion immediately stiffened and he started hesitating.

The corners of Bu Fang's mouth curled up as his heart became cold. It seemed like it was as he expected.

Yu Fu's culinary talent was many times better than her cultivation talent, and it was obvious from the vigorous practice Yu Fu did every day at the store that she was truly fond of culinary arts. It was impossible for her to forgo it for riches and honor.

It was obvious that the serpent-men had forced her.

Bu Fang didn't care to ask how they had coerced her. The knowledge that there was someone forcing his apprentice to do what they didn't want to do was already enough information for him. The temptation of riches and honor wasn't something that everyone could resist, and her father and tribe have both profited from her current noble status.

The more Bu Fang thought about it, the angrier he got, and his gaze at Yu Feng gradually turned ice-cold.

”Speak! why did you shut up? What's Yu Fu's stance on this matter?” Bu Fang coldly asked Yu Feng.

Finding it difficult to answer Bu Fang's questions, Yu Feng pursed his lips.

What else would Yu Fu think about all of this? At that time, she reiterated her desire to study culinary arts, and thus, she wanted to return to the Imperial Capital to resume her studies under Bu Fang. She was more ready to embrace death than obey them.

However, how could they let her miss such an opportunity? Culinary arts had no good prospects, and her status would only be a chef at best. In comparison to becoming the Serpentine Sovereign, the former was akin to mud while the latter was akin to a bright cloud in the sky.

Naturally, Yu Feng had hoped for Yu Fu to become the Serpentine Sovereign's disciple because it would greatly benefit him and the tribe. Moreover, it was also a great opportunity for Yu Fu.

”Owner Bu, I'm sure you'd understand how great an honor it is to become the disciple of the Serpentine Sovereign. The Serpentine Sovereign is a Supreme-Being!” Yu Feng tried to explain to Bu Fang.

However, Bu Fang dismissed Yu Feng's appeal with a wave of his hand; he had no more desire to continue listening.

”Therefore, in summary, becoming the Serpentine Sovereign's disciple is an honor, but becoming my apprentice is a shame, isn't it? Your words... are truly bold and daring.” Bu Fang sneered coldly.

Upon hearing the former's rhetorical question, Yu Feng fell silent. However, one of the serpent-men elders behind Yu Feng could no longer stand Bu Fang's overbearing attitude, and he had reached his tipping point.

Since there was no more room for discussion between both parties, making it seem like they would shortly turn hostile to each other, the serpent-man elder came forward and rebuked Bu Fang.

”Snort! The glory involved in becoming the Serpentine Sovereign's disciple isn't something the likes of you can understand. What prospects would her highness, Yu Fu, have if she studied culinary arts from you? She's already someone capable of becoming the Grand Serpentine City's master. How dare you compare yourself to the Serpentine Sovereign? Who exactly do you think you are? Are you even worthy?”

Immediately, the countenances of Yu Feng and Ah Ni changed. Ah Ni glared at the elder, but Yu Feng hesitated, pondered about it for a while and decided not to stop the elder.

In fact, even Yu Feng himself believed that there was more glory in becoming the Serpentine Sovereign's disciple than there was in becoming Bu Fang's apprentice.

”Shut up...” Bu Fang's mood countenance turned completely cold. His mood—which was already sour—worsened when he saw the serpent-man elder gibber at him.

He waved his hand, a wisp of green smoked revolved around it, and a black shadow appeared in his grasp. As soon as it appeared, the black shadow streaked toward the serpent-man elder.

However, the serpent-man elder was a seventh grade Battle-Saint, so he didn't fear Bu Fang; after all, the cultivation that Bu Fang displayed was also that of a seventh grade Battle-Saint.

Was there even a need to ponder a choice between becoming a Supreme-Being's disciple or a Battle-Saint's apprentice? Even a fool would immediately realize the better choice.

”Snort! How bold of you! You dare to be this unbridled within our tribe?!”

After snorting coldly, the true energy of the serpent-man elder burst up from his body as he attempted to slap away the incoming black shadow.

However, when his palm made contact with the black shadow, the serpent-man elder's expression, which had been brimming with self-confidence, instantly turned ugly.

It was because he was now able to see what the black shadow was. Unexpectedly, it was a wok, and when his palm slapped the wok, he felt as though he had attempted to slap away a humongous mountain.

He was unable of even lightly shaking and pushing it away. He was even incapable of making it budge—even a little.

The black wok continued on as though nothing had happened, and with a sickeningly loud crack, the serpent-man elder's arm turned into a fog of blood and splattered around the surroundings.

Immediately, the serpent-man elder's miserable shriek resonated through the air. His face was filled with terror as he watched the black wok continue on toward him.

Yu Feng's eyes contracted.

He could only stare on helplessly as the serpent-man elder was crushed to death by Bu Fang's wok.

Bu Fang waved his hand, and the black wok—which hadn't been smeared, even by a single drop of blood—returned to him and floated above his palm.

”You know that the Serpentine Sovereign is a Supreme-Being, but do you know how powerful I am?” Bu Fang asked indifferently.

If he tossed his black wok out, then even the Serpentine Sovereign would be knocked senseless by it, let alone a trifling Battle-Saint.