1230 Great Demon King? Ive Always Wanted To See You! (1/2)

Bu Fang looked at the clay pot suspended over his hand. Although it looked ordinary, the murderous aura and power contained in it were extremely frightening.

Why was it called the Crazy Sword Pot? Because Bu Fang was crazy enough to integrate two Gourmet Arrays into it, making its power extremely horrible. According to his estimation, it would be an even more formidable weapon than the Perishing Pot, which was the strongest offensive means he had been able to use so far.

Of course, that didn't count Spirit Possession. Bu Fang had no specific estimate of how strong he would be after using it, but he thought he should be able to reach the level of Little Saint. However, even he was a little uncertain about this. After all, none of the Artifact Spirits in his spirit sea looked very reliable.

This Crazy Sword Pot actually had one shortcoming, and that was it consumed too much of his mental force. Bu Fang could feel that it had endless demand for his mental force, like a bottomless pit. He didn't know if he had enough mental power to use it. In fact, the mental force required to use a Crazy Sword Pot was almost equal to that of several Perishing Pots. It was also because of this reason that he didn't choose to experiment with its power.

He didn't feel he had enough mental force to use this Sword Pot now, not to mention that he didn't know where to test its power. Therefore, he decided to put it away for the time being, until he was strong enough.

Still, Bu Fang was excited about the addition of one more offensive means.

Far off, his apprentices were already struck dumb. Naturally, they now knew the Death Food Tools he had. Whether it was Explosive Meatballs or Perishing Pots, those were terrible attacks that they never imagined before. They didn't expect that he would develop another new Death Food Tool today.

With Death Food Tools, even chefs could demonstrate great fighting capacity.

Bu Fang asked his apprentices to continue their discussion. Once in a while, he would give them some advice and teach them some new knowledge. Although he had taken them as apprentices, he always believed in the principle of 'the master teaches the trade, but apprentices' skills are self-made.' He didn't take the initiative to teach them anything, because only they knew what was best for them. Of course, if the apprentices had questions, they could come to ask him, and he would always answer them.

After glancing at the apprentices, who were having a heated debate, Bu Fang turned and left the farmland and returned to the restaurant.

He went back to his room, took a hot bath, and then came out of the steam-filled bathroom, clad in a bathrobe. He was content with this leisurely life.

He leaned against the window, looking out as a breeze came blowing at his face. With a thought, he took out a blue-and-white porcelain cup and poured himself a drink.

It was quiet throughout the night.

The next day, warm sunlight came slanting through the window and fell on his face. It was as if little hands were caressing his face, and it made him feel at ease.

He sat up in bed, tied his loose black hair with a velvet rope, and stepped into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

As he came out of his room, he caught sight of Nethery opening her door. Her gray-green hair fell over her delicate face.

She looked up at him.

After more than half a year of recuperation, Nethery's face had grown rosy, but her gray-green hair couldn't go back to its previous color. After all, the outbreak of the cursed snake still had an impact on her body.

They went downstairs. Bu Fang went into the kitchen, while Nethery walked to the front of the restaurant.

In the kitchen, Xixi was already practicing cooking in high spirits. When she saw Bu Fang come in, she smiled cheerfully at him and said good morning.

Bu Fang nodded, grabbed a kitchen knife, and began to practice his knife techniques.

A busy day began again.

As for Xixi, it was just another busy day for her as well.

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At the door of the restaurant, Bu Fang lay back in a chair with his head raised. The warmth of the sun shone on his body and made him exude an air of laziness.

Realm Lord Di Tai came at full speed from a distance. At this hour, there were not many diners in the restaurant. After he greeted Bu Fang, he stepped into the restaurant, ordered his food, and then went outside again to speak solemnly to Bu Fang.

What he told him was about the Netherworld's Tournament of the Great Path.

”A few days ago, the nine clans of Nether Prison sent their men here. I've confirmed a few things with them,” Realm Lord Di Tai told Bu Fang as he grabbed a blood lobster, expertly peeled off its head, sucked the liquid out of the head, and grabbed the body with one hand.

Bu Fang sat in his chair and looked at the realm lord without expression.

Realm Lord Di Tai crushed the lobster shell with his teeth, then concentrated on peeling it.

”Ugh, what do I want to tell you now?” said the realm lord. In his hand, the glittering flesh of the lobster jumped out of its shell and was put into his mouth. The soft, smooth texture put an excited look on his face.

”This is the taste! That little girl Xixi is getting on with her skills! Now she can cook something up to your standard!” Realm Lord Di Tai grinned.

Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth and said, ”Get to the point.”

Realm Lord Di Tai licked his finger stained with red and spicy juice and sucked it for a moment before he looked up at Bu Fang.

”It has been confirmed that the nine clans will take part. However, although Nether Prison has opened up the Tournament of the Great Path, the nine clans still cherish their skins. Therefore, they won't show up in the preliminaries and semifinals, but only in the finals. Of course, you can meet them in the team competition.”

Bu Fang was puzzled.