1183 Who the F*ck Are You? (1/2)

In the wasteland...

A beautiful figure stepped up into the air.

Ying Long was all tensed up when he saw that figure. He didn't dare to underestimate her.

Suddenly, he brandished the Hollow Eye Staff in his hand and stirred up a gust of wild wind, sending a wave of terrible pressure together with the Earth Prison's Will of the Great Path down at her.

Empress Bi Luo walked out of the wasteland, still licking at an ice-cream cone she held in one hand. Facing the pressure that came smashing down toward her like a great mountain, she just raised her other hand and lightly swung it.

A crack was immediately ripped in the pressure. Ying Long saw streams of Nether energy gather and condense into a giant palm in midair, and the next moment, it slapped toward him!

”What are you trying to do, Empress Bi Luo?!” Ying Long roared. Even as he said that, he smashed the void with the Hollow Eye Staff. Plumes of Nether energy shot up around him instantly, forming a barrier that tried to stop the empress's slap.

A loud boom rang out as the collision produced a violent explosion, scattering all Nether energy in the air.

Empress Bi Luo gave her ice cream another lick and glanced indifferently at Ying Long. She said coldly, ”It's annoying to see you again, stinking dragon... Have you forgotten that I said I would beat you as long as you stepped into Goddess City's boundary?”

Holding the Hollow Eye Staff in one hand, Ying Long's facial muscles trembled.

The next moment, Empress Bi Luo raised her hand again. Nether energy gathered into another palm, then flew toward Ying Long.

”As the forbidden lands, you all should have the awareness of being losers eliminated by history! You should have disappeared in the torrent of history!” cried Ying Long. His voice sounded somewhat exasperated.

He swung the staff and threw out a beam of light, which crashed into the empress's attack. After that, he turned and flew away, his figure gradually dwindling into the horizon.

”Since you are hiding in a corner, don't show up again and harbor any ill intentions... Otherwise, what should disappear will eventually disappear!” Ying Long's figure soon vanished from sight, but his voice still drifted over.

Empress Bi Luo stood in midair, her long, straight legs looking extremely attractive. She gave her ice cream a bite, twitched her mouth, snorted, and descended into the sand. In just the blink of an eye, the wasteland returned to its original look.

...

RUMBLE!

A bolt of lightning struck and shocked everyone.

An oppressive aura faded away quietly, but the clouds lingering in the air still gave everyone a suffocating feeling.

Finally, the dark clouds disappeared, and the crowd threw their glances at the arena.

One stream of immortal energy, two streams of immortal energy, three streams...

Seven streams of immortal energy rose in succession like mushrooms popping out from the ground after the rain, swirling over the dish and making it shine dazzlingly.

Suddenly, Whitey landed on the arena with a thud, holding the War God Stick in one hand. Lightning arcs flickered and jumped all over its body, and its aura seemed to have grown even stronger now.

Bu Fang took out a clean piece of white cloth and wiped the water drops off the edge of the blue-and-white porcelain plate. After that, he wiped his hands with it and picked up the plate.

The dish for the Third Grade test was ready to serve.

He was frowning. If truth be told, he wasn't very satisfied with his performance this time. He thought it would be easy to cook a dish with seven streams of immortal energy, but when he began cooking, he realized its difficulty. Perhaps even he himself didn't realize that his current cultivation base was just barely reaching the level of the Third Grade Immortal Chef.

Fortunately, he succeeded in the end.

However, because the dish was barely reaching the level of the Third Grade Immortal Chef, its quality was not as good as that of the Dried Pot Cabbage, and it had only attracted four lightning punishments. This was also the reason why he wasn't very satisfied with his performance.

He sighed softly.

Bu Fang also understood that although his cooking skills had improved a lot, he still needed more practice. He was still far from reaching the pinnacle. The higher the level he reached, the more difficult it was to improve his cooking skills, and the more obstacles and adversities he needed to overcome.

The dish was carried to the judges.

Just moments before Bu Fang completed the dish, Realm Lord Di Tai finally broke the imprisonment and was able to move again. He was so touched that he almost burst into tears.

Bu Fang placed the steaming dish on the table, which attracted many glances.

In fact, letting the judges taste the dish was just a formality. As long as the immortal energy over the dish was not fake, it meant Bu Fang had officially become a Third Grade Immortal Chef.

Bu Fang's dish, while amazing, lacked the unique flavor of the Dried Pot Cabbage he cooked just now. However, that didn't prevent him from becoming a Third Grade Immortal Chef.

When Realm Lord Di Tai announced the result through clenched teeth, the whole room broke out in uproar. It could be expected that soon, this piece of news would sweep across the Immortal Cooking Realm like a storm.

The Great Demon King had done another amazing achievement! He had advanced two grades in one day and become a Third Grade Immortal Chef!

After becoming a Third Grade Immortal Chef, Bu Fang had a few words with City Lord Meng Qi and Realm Lord Di Tai, then he turned and left, ignoring the bitter look in the latter's eyes.

He walked out of the room with both hands shoved into his pockets. Frowning, he reflected on his shortcomings and where he could improve in his cooking.

Also, he still needed to search for a carrier for the Imprison Array. Dried Pot was good, but it was more suitable as the carrier for the Explode Array.

After leaving the room, he started toward the venue where the First Grade test was taking place.

Xixi should still be in the test. Although Bu Fang had confidence in her, he wanted to witness the moment the little girl became an immortal chef.

He pushed open the door, clasped his hands behind his back, and stepped through it. Quietly, he found a seat in the audience and sat down. His arrival didn't attract any attention because everyone was focusing on the arena.

A few chefs were cooking in the arena. They were not too old nor too young, ranging from twelve to fifteen years old. Xixi's appearance of a seven or eight-year-old little girl made her look small among them. She even needed to stand on a chair to reach her cooking bench.

Bu Fang suddenly furrowed his eyebrows. He saw that the other participants were all using immortal tools, while Xixi was cooking with ordinary kitchen utensils provided by the Immortal Kitchen Pavilion. This might not have made much difference in normal cooking, but it put Xixi at a disadvantage in the test.

'It looks like after this test, I'll need to prepare kitchen utensils for Xixi. How can an immortal chef not have good kitchen utensils?'

Even Bu Fang himself had the God of Cooking Set. It was very difficult for a chef without good kitchen utensils to reach the pinnacle. Of course, Bu Fang also felt unhappy when he saw Xixi suppressed by the other participants.

In the arena, a few older boys looked at Xixi with mocking smiles. When they saw that she was cooking with ordinary kitchen utensils provided by the Immortal Kitchen Pavilion, they even laughed.

Xixi bit her lip and paid them no mind. As she was not tall enough, she had to stand on a chair to cook. Her little face was red from all the smoke.