1320 The Aura of Laws (1/2)

It was a pair of bloody eyes. They were filled with thick blood. Veins covered the eyeballs, and clots of blood seemed to swirl in them.

Bu Fang had summoned all his mental force at this moment. In his spirit sea, the whirlpools spun at top speed as if they were about to explode. If that happened, it meant that he had failed.

The Artifact Spirits watched with complicated looks on their faces. To a chef, a success rate of twenty or ten percent was way too risky. Besides, it would increase the psychological pressure. The greater the pressure, the more nervous one would become, and in turn, one would be more prone to make mistakes.

When Bu Fang's eyes were completely shot with blood, the Artifact Spirits knew that their host of this generation was likely to fail.

Inside the kitchen of Yellow Spring Little Restaurant, Bu Fang was weeping blood. In his eyes, the stove had turned red, half-seen behind a mist of blood. His spirit sea was rocking, and the flames in the stove were swaying. It showed that his mental force fluctuated greatly at the moment, which also meant that his control over it was growing weaker. This was not good.

His hand was trembling, too. He was holding the last cup of seasoning for the Three-cup Chicken, the black soy sauce. Its surface rippled in the blue-and-white porcelain cup.

'Am I going to fail?'

Bu Fang was somewhat lost at this moment. He felt as if all his strength had been drained, and he was so tired that all he wanted now was to lay down and sleep. But he dared not sleep, and he dared not let the string that was stretched taut in his heart break, for once it broke, everything would be over. His dream of becoming the God of Cooking and his future would vanish. Everything would be gone.

…

The Heaven and Earth Farmland was going through a great change now. The sky had turned bloody, and the air filled with rolling pressure that seemed about to destroy the farmland. Niu Hansan walked out of the wooden hut, looking at the sky with complicated eyes. Eighty could be seen lying on the ground with its wings around its head and its buttocks stuck in the air, while the Eight Treasures Pig also lay on the ground, trembling.

A clanging sound rang out suddenly as Jing Yuan dropped the bucket she had just filled with milk, spilling the white liquid all over the ground and filling the air with a rich smell of milk.

”What happened?” At this moment, Niu Hansan and Jing Yuan both felt as if the farmland was about to collapse. It was a bad feeling. It felt like the end.

”Maybe something happened to Owner Bu… We can only hope that he will ride out the calamity…” Niu Hansan sighed.

…

A blue light was flickering in Whitey's mechanical eyes as it shook its head, signaling Nethery to not enter the kitchen.

Nethery glanced at Whitey, then at the kitchen. However, she could see nothing with the burly puppet standing at the door. She felt somewhat helpless, but she was sure that her hunch just now was right.

…

In the kitchen, Bu Fang seemed to have gone through a long struggle. It was a test of the System, and a hurdle he must face on his path of becoming the God of Cooking. He could not fall in front of it.

The bandage had come off his hand. A fire broke out suddenly as it fell into the stove. That gave Bu Fang a pause, and he stared at his Taotie Arm with a serious look. The Yin and Yang energy swirled around it, forming a pair of Yin-Yang fishes.

'Taiji generates two complementary forces, and the two complementary forces generate four aggregates…'

Bu Fang's eyes gleamed faintly. Something seemed to have broken out of the shell in his head at this moment.

His mental force was still spinning, and the food was also sizzling in the wok, sending forth an aroma. It was a rich fragrance, but it lacked an authentic charming flavor.

Looking at the Yin and Yang energy around his arm, Bu Fang suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth as if he was smiling.

At this moment, the Artifact Spirits sensed his joy.

”Oh no… Little Host has gone crazy,” said the Divine Dragon with a despairing look. ”At a time like this, he should be weeping instead of smiling. Why is he smiling when he has failed to cook the dish from the God of Cooking's Menu and is about to be obliterated?”

The other Artifact Spirits paid the dragon no mind. They were hopeful because, as Artifact Spirits, they could sense the confidence in Bu Fang at this moment, which truly moved them.

”Where did Little Host get his confidence? What gave him the confidence?”

Suddenly, the expressions of all the Artifact Spirits changed. They saw the divine will Phantom Spirit, who was sitting between the two whirlpools, slowly stand up. Then, with it in the middle, the spirit sea that was almost dried up began to rotate again.

”Crazy! Little Host is indeed crazy!”

”Is Little Host trying to make a breakthrough now? This is madness… If he failed, his soul would blow up, and he would not be reincarnated again!”

This time, whether it was the Divine Dragon, the Vermilion Bird, or the Black Turtle, they were all taken aback. What Bu Fang was trying to do was just sheer madness!