Chapter 1557 - The Return of the God of Cooking Set! (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Qilin Transmigration Ladle?

Bu Fang took a deep breath as the System’s serious voice resounded in his head. He had to admit that the name was really domineering, and it did match the image of the Qilin. That was, of course, as long as he ignored the Qilin’s infectious laugh, which always left him speechless.

When holding such an ancient ladle in his hand, Bu Fang felt a powerful aura seemingly burst out of it, which made him feel as if he was filled with infinite power. This should be an illusion. How could a ladle be powerful enough to pierce the sky?

He hefted the ladle in his hand. The little cooking utensil was quite plain in appearance. Its overall color was dark, and except for the handle, it was entirely made of a strange black mineral and thus, making the ladle black.

This was the last piece of the God of Cooking Set. According to the Qilin, not many hosts were able to collect all the fragments of the God of Cooking Set and summon this Qilin Ladle.

Bu Fang did not know if Mu Hongzi had ever summoned it. However, even if he had, he had failed after all.

He continued toying with the ladle for a while. The cooking utensil gave him a feeling like it was part of his arm, as if it had merged with his consciousness and attached to his hand.

At this moment, Bu Fang had an urge to cook, but he suppressed this impulse. After all, he had more important things to deal with right now, which was fixing the God of Cooking Sets and summoning Nicholas the Handsome Dragon, Mulberry the Vermilion Bird, the Black Turtle, and Howling the White Tiger.

Bu Fang felt so lonely without them. He had only the Qilin in his spirit sea now. If the other Artifact Spirits returned, it would be very lively.

His head swelled a little because the Qilin had injected the method to fix the God of Cooking Sets into his mind. He spent a little while calming down. Then, streams of light emerged and flashed in front of his eyes as he began to read the instructions. However, as he read, his face grew…weirder and weirder.

“The repair method… seems a little… The Artifact Spirits are flawed. If they were whole, they wouldn’t have been destroyed by the Heavengod. So, the only way to make them whole again is to wake them up in the sleeping place of Artifact Spirits through the guidance of the supreme Laws of the Universe?”

Bu Fang took a deep breath.

“The sleeping place of Artifact Spirits… Where is that? Could it be the mist in my spirit sea? No, it shouldn’t be there…” He frowned, lost in thought.

He wanted to ask the System, but according to what he knew about the System, it would not give him any explanation.

‘So it seems that trying to restore the God of Cooking Sets to their perfect state is not going to happen anytime soon… However, it doesn’t seem that he would have much trouble to restore them to the way they were before, instead of completely restoring them…”

Bu Fang’s eyes lit up. He stood still, then sank his consciousness into his spirit sea in the way the Qilin had described. Gradually, countless white dots of light emerged around him, spreading like fireflies. At the same time, the bright kitchen turned dark, leaving only the white fireflies in the air.

In Bu Fang’s spirit sea, the God of Cooking’s Menu made a rustling sound as if it were about to turn the pages. The next moment, the true-form of his divine sense floated out of his spirit sea and hovered in midair over his head.

Bu Fang opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of energy essence, and the Law of Transmigration emerged. At the same time, a fierce beast seemed to open its eyes behind the divine sense’s true-form.

Rumble!

An aura that seemed to come from the time immemorial burst out. The next moment, one beam of light after another shot into the sky from Bu Fang’s body, while several familiar auras spread from them.

With a thought, the broken God of Cooking Sets appeared all around Bu Fang: the cracked Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, the White Tiger Heaven Stone broken into two pieces, the torn Vermilion Robe, and the Black Turtle Constellation Wok with a crack.

A splashing sound could be heard as the Law of Transmigration turned into liquid and poured down, wrapping around these cooking utensils. A faint light sparkled in it, and soon, the liquid seeped through the cracks and gaps in these God of Cooking Sets.

As the Law of Transmigration was rotating at high speed, Bu Fang seemed to see a huge beast standing in the vast expanse of heaven and earth, roaring. Under the nourishment of the Law of Transmigration, the damage in the God of Cooking Sets was quickly repaired.

The cracks covering the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife disappeared, the Vermilion Robe became brand new, the holes in the Black Turtle Constellation Wok were filled up, and the White Tiger Heaven Stove, which had been broken in two, slowly joined back as one.

Rumbling filled the air as the God of Cooking Set, wrapped in a warm glow, hovered around Bu Fang. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he looked at them with some nostalgia, and as their familiar aura came blowing in his face, he heaved a sigh of relief.

As he raised his hand, the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife immediately flew over and hovered over his palm, spinning continuously. Then, the fluttering Vermilion Robe drifted over and wrapped his body. As it turned, its straps bound around his waist. The striped red-and-white robe gave him an even loftier air.

Then, his palm ran over the Black Turtle Constellation Wok and the White Tiger Heaven Stove. The familiar feeling softened his sharp eyes a little.

‘The God of Cooking Sets are finally back. But…” Bu Fang sighed. ‘The Artifact Spirits have still not returned. It seems that if I want them to return, I really have to go to the so-called sleeping place of the Artifact Spirits and wake them up. Otherwise, they would be asleep forever.’

Bu Fang put away all the God of Cooking Sets. However, just as he was about to put away the Qilin Transmigration Ladle, he found that it could not be put away.

“Hmm?” He froze for a moment.

‘Except for the White Tiger Heaven Stove, the other God of Cooking Sets cannot be put away when they are in perfect state…’ The Qilin’s gentle voice rang out in Bu Fang’s head, followed by his infectious laughter…

“Aha, ha, ha, ha…”

‘I see…’ Looking at the ladle in his hand, Bu Fang felt a headache for a moment. ‘Doesn’t this mean I have to hold the ladle all the time?’

He slung the ladle from his waist, tying it with the strap that fell from the Vermilion Robe. It was an appropriate place for the ladle, but it looked a little odd to have something always hanging from his waist.

‘Wait… Doesn’t that mean I’ll have to carry the Black Turtle Constellation Wok on my back all the time when it’s back to its perfect state? It will affect my image… If I stand out in the middle of a battle with a black wok on my back, the enemy will surely die laughing…’

Bu Fang rubbed his temple with a thumb, but he did not spend too much time thinking about that.