809 The Netherworlds... Three Prisons (2/2)

Bu Fang was suddenly curious about the Netherworld. However, despite his curiosity, Bu Fang was too lazy to study and research about it. The Netherworld was too far away from him, anyway.

All of a sudden, Bu Fang was stupefied, frowning. ”System, will you provide the precious ingredients to make the Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine?”

Bu Fang now had a bad premonition.

The system's reward this time only consisted of the recipe of the Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine. It had never mentioned that it would provide the Yellow Spring Grass, the Flower of Helplessness, or the water from the Spring of Life.

Did this mean that… if Bu Fang wanted to make the Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine, he must go and find those ingredients himself?

To find those ingredients… would he have to go to the Netherworld?

”The system will not provide the ingredients to make the Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine. You must go and find them yourself,” the system answered seriously.

Hiss.

The corners of Bu Fang's mouth twitched once. He had just said that the Netherworld was too far away for him to care about it. Suddenly, it seemed much closer.

Bu Fang rubbed his head, then walked out of the kitchen.

Lord Dog had its eyes closed, lying and snoring under the Path-understanding Tree.

The Seven-colored Sky Devouring Python leaned against Lord Dog, continually breathing in and now, her eyes squinting. Wisps of white energy moved between her mouth and nostrils.

The cold, shiny black Netherworld Ship was anchored next to them silently.

Far from them, Chu Changsheng was lying and relaxing lazily on his chair, his white hair fanning out and cascading.

Bu Fang thought for a while before walking to the Netherworld Ship. As he was likely going to the Netherworld to find the Yellow Spring Grass, the Flower of Helplessness, and the Spring of Life, he should at least know something about it.

It would be difficult for other people to learn about the Netherworld. However, Bu Fang's restaurant had two great seniors from Netherworld that he could extract information from.

Raising his hand and knocking on the ship, he immediately heard the lazy groaning from inside. A moment later, Nethery's cold face could be seen from the Netherworld Ship as she was crawling out.

”Bu Fang, are you looking for me?” Nethery looked at Bu Fang, her face emotionless.

”Yeah, for a heart-to-heart talk,” answered Bu Fang. The corners of his mouth rose as he said that.

Nethery arched her brows. Her long, straight, black hair cascaded from the sides of the ship, looking like a beautiful serpent woman who had just crawled out from her lair. Her slender, long legs touched the ground as she stood.

”Yeah?”

Nethery pulled out a chair and sat down, crossing her legs at her knees. She looked at Bu Fang, her jade-like, exquisite nose snorted.

”Do you know anything about the Yellow Spring Grass? The Flower of Helplessness?” Bu Fang pulled out another chair, sitting opposite Nethery.

Nethery was caught off guard.

”The Yellow Spring Grass grows by the riverbank of the Yellow Spring River. It's a kind of spirit herb that is really poisonous, but it does have medicinal properties. It's a peculiar spirit herb with four leaves. It will grow one more leaf every thousand years. It's really precious. The Hidden Dragon Continent doesn't have this kind of spirit herb.”

Nethery paused, looking at Bu Fang.

”Continue talking. Don't pause. After that, I will cook you supper,” said Bu Fang.

Nethery looked at Bu Fang with an odd face, as though she understood the situation. Then, she raised her hand. Immediately, dark energy diffused out of her, expanding and covering her and Bu Fang in just a blink of an eye.

Toward the far end of the restaurant, sitting and relaxing in his chair, the corners of Chu Changsheng's mouth convulsed…

How did that woman know he was eavesdropping?

”It's hard to get the Yellow Spring Grass. It grows by the riverbank of the Yellow Spring River. The Yellow Spring River belongs in the area of the Netherworld's Earth Prison. The Bridge of Helplessness is also in the Earth Prison,” Nethery explained.

”The Netherworld is divided into three layers. The first layer is called the Ruin Prison, the second layer is the Earth Prison, and the third layer is the Netherworld Prison. Each of these layers is pretty far apart from each other, like from one end of the world to the other. They are connected by the Nether Stairs. However, they don't communicate with each other much since their relationships with each other aren't the greatest.

”The holy lands in the Hidden Dragon Continent always mention the Netherworld creatures. I think they are referring to the Ruin Prison's creatures. The creatures in the Ruin Prison are really brutal. They like killing, and they're really invasive. If the experts from the Ruin Prison attacked the Hidden Dragon Continent's key locations, it would be a terrible, giant massacre,” concluded Nethery.

Bu Fang gawked at the explanation, dropping his jaw. It turned out that the Netherworld was really vast.

From the tone of Nethery's voice, she, Lord Dog, and Nether King Er Ha were possibly experts from the Netherworld's Earth Prison.

”Where's the Netherworld Prison?” asked Bu Fang.

”I can't tell you that. The Netherworld Prison is the most mysterious one in the Netherworld, so I don't know…” Nethery said plainly.

A moment later, she waved her hand and dismissed the dark bubble of energy. Her big, black eyes batted, gazing at Bu Fang.

She had told him what she could. And now, it was Bu Fang's turn to fulfill his end of the promise.

Bu Fang rubbed his chin, pondering.

Ruin Prison, Earth Prison, Netherworld Prison…

Three Great Prisons?

Alright. Bu Fang focused on the Yellow Spring River in Earth Prison. He needed the Yellow Spring Grass and the Flower of Helplessness…

He wondered when he should go to Earth Prison.

Bu Fang stood up, raising his hand and gently stroking Nethery's head as the latter's black eyes looked at him.

Bu Fang turned around, walking to the kitchen. If he agreed to cook Nethery supper, he should do so.

However, before Bu Fang even reached his kitchen, someone knocked on their closed gate.

Bu Fang was surprised.

His Taotie Restaurant didn't open at night. Who would knock on the door? Frowning, Bu Fang went to the gate.

Squeak.

The big doors of the gate slowly opened.

At the entrance stood a rich, handsome youngster who looked to be in his twenties. He was smiling gently at Bu Fang.

”Owner Bu, we finally meet. I've traveled thousands of miles just to try your cooking skills... Oh, and also to settle our scores.”