560 Pill King Mu Bai, White Demon Jiang Ling (1/2)

The next morning, the sun shone brightly.

Its warm light rays shone down from the sky onto the restaurant below. On this day, the queue in front of the restaurant's bronze gates was short. The few customers who lined up would raise their heads and glance at the restaurant every once in a while.

With a loud bang, the bronze gates were swung open, and someone slowly walked out of the restaurant.

Bu Fang wore the red and white checkered Vermillion Robe, and the red feathers on his chest fluttered gently. It made him look really handsome.

The rays of the sun shone down on the Vermillion Robe, making it glow a dazzling red.

Bu Fang narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the piercing light from the sun, and the corner of his lips curled upwards. He raised his hands and patted Shrimpy, who was sleeping atop his shoulders; as per usual, the little fellow was blowing bubbles in his sleep.

Nethery wore a black robe, and her long straight black fell past her shoulder. Her fair feet only touched the ground lightly as she followed Bu Fang from behind.

Bu Fang glanced at her but said nothing.

The duo walked out of the restaurant's bronze gates and closed them afterward.

This was the day of the finals of the Magical Hand Conference. Everyone in the Pill Palace would be paying close attention to it.

When Bu Fang emerged from the restaurant, the people outside dispersed in excitement, rushing to share the news of Bu Fang setting out.

Bu Fang was unconcerned about this, however. The Vermillion Robe made his body feel lighter than usual. He strolled casually on the road of Heavenly Mist City, and a series of highrise buildings stood tall on either side. Many people stuck their heads out to peek at Bu Fang.

Many of the onlookers cheered him on loudly from above.

Bu Fang nodded gently at them and walked onward.

The Cloud Mist Restaurant was now famous, and everyone in Heavenly Mist City knew of it. Furthermore, everyone knew who its owner was—the dark horse chef Bu Fang.

As Bu Fang casually strode forward, Nethery walked behind him. After the events that occurred the last time, she began to pay more attention to Bu Fang, following him everywhere.

If something happened to Bu Fang, her Dragon Blood Rice would be no more. This was something Nethery definitely did not want.

After walking down the small road, which was between the tall buildings, for a while, Bu Fang and Nethery were momentarily blinded by a bright white light; it made them unable to see what was in front of them.

After a brief moment, their eyes got used to the bright light, and their ears were assaulted by loud noises.

The noises resounded throughout Central Plaza.

Standing at the entrance of the plaza, Bu Fang and Nethery watched the shocking scene. The seats for the audience were already completely filled with people; there was not a single seat left empty. This development was enough to leave one in shock.

When the audience spotted Bu Fang at the entrance, an uproar of screams and cheers erupted.

”Boss Bu! Do your best! The championship is yours!”

”Boss Bu, use your dishes to sweep through the competition! You are invincible!”

”Dark Horse, remain a dark horse till the very end! Let the other people from the other Pill Cities recognize the strength of our Heavenly Mist City!”

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Most of the audience were residents of Heavenly Mist City. They were very excited because this was the first time someone from Heavenly Mist City had made it into the top three of the Magical Hands Conference.

Furthermore, the competition was being held in their territory, so it was only natural that it received such a large reception.

The residents of Heavenly Mist City obviously wanted the competitor from their Heavenly Mist City to win. This made them cheer as loud as they could from their seats in the audience's stand.

Naturally, some members of the audience were people from other Pill Cities. At that moment, they all wore ugly expressions, but they were not intimidated into retreat by the overwhelming support for Bu Fang; instead, they cheered as loudly as they could for the other competitors from their Pill Cities!

Bu Fang was a little absentminded, but he was also calm. As he was to become the man at the forefront of cooking in this fantasy world, how could he be intimidated by such a reception?

Nethery was even calmer. Other than eating, the Netherworld Woman did not care about anything else.

Shrimpy, on the other hand, straightened up hurriedly from fright, but Bu Fang rubbed it gently before bringing Nethery with him to the resting area.

When he entered the resting area, he spotted four people already waiting there. Bu Fang momentarily froze because these four were familiar faces.

Nangong Wuque gave Bu Fang a thumbs up and said, ”Boss Bu, if you can become the champion, I, Nangong Wuque, will order every single one of the dishes in your store!”

Nangong Wan rolled her eyes at that, then her eyes turned to Bu Fang, giving him a deep gaze as she said, ”Boss Bu, you can do it!”

Nangong Wan never thought that Bu Fang would make it this far; after all, he was only a chef! A chef had forcefully made a path for himself in the Magical Hand Conference, a competition primarily dominated by alchemists.

As this was the first time her belief had been shaken, she was in a daze. In the past, she had considered alchemists amazing existences, but after meeting Boss Bu, she realized that alchemists… weren't all that.

Sorceress An Sheng smiled broadly at Bu Fang, and her twin peaks jiggled slightly. She leaned forward, toward Bu Fang, and with a voice brimming with curiosity and a sparkling gaze, she asked, ”Boss Bu, what dish are planning to cook this time? Could you give a small hint?”

She felt the same way Nangong Wan did. After interacting with Bu Fang, her impressions of chefs and alchemists had undergone a complete change. She never knew that chefs could be this awesome.

Now, she was more interested in them.

”You will see it soon…” Bu Fang gently replied as he returned her glance.

An Sheng pouted at that.

The fourth person in the resting area was not someone Bu Fang had expected to be there. It was Yang Meiji, the previous owner of the Cloud Mist Restaurant.

Of the four, Yang Meiji felt the most conflicted.