Chapter 1598 - Is That Young Man Really a Chef? (2/2)

“There are only a few Immortals staying on Earth now.” After saying that, Yu Ge fell silent. His face was a little dark, as he realized that he had said too much. He did not know why—perhaps he was convinced by Bu Fang’s aura.

Bu Fang pondered for a while. Suddenly, he rose to his feet. He decided not to think so much for now. As for those Divine Gold Immortals and Immortal Kings, he was too lazy to pay them any mind. All he wanted now was to find the sleeping Artifact Spirits.

Suddenly, Yu Ge felt his shoulder sink, then he found that Bu Fang’s hand had rested on it. “Senior… What do you want?” The corner of his mouth twitched. He wondered if Bu Fang was going to kill him since he had told him everything.

“You really don’t know where those four places are?” Bu Fang looked at Yu Ge. The next moment, his divine sense poured forth, and a mighty pressure fell abruptly.

Yu Ge’s face darkened. Sure enough, this black-hearted senior was going to kill him! “No, no, no… I have a little clue!” he said hastily. The killing intent that almost took a physical form sent a shock of cold through his soul. He did not dare to hide anything.

“Tell me,” Bu Fang’s voice was cold.

“Ahem, ahem… Do you know the ‘World God of Cookery Tournament’ that’s been going viral lately?”

“God of Cookery Tournament?” Bu Fang paused. He did not understand what this had to do with a chef competition.

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“Let me tell you… This tournament is actually organized by cultivators. The powers behind it include the Qi cultivators of Hua, the Chosen Ones of the West, and the believers of gods from some small countries.

“Think about it. Why would there be so many powers of the cultivator world involved in a cooking competition? Because the first spiritual energy sealing point is related to chefs…” Yu Ge said.

‘Related to chefs?’ Bu Fang narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled upward slightly. It appeared that his guess was correct. Those spiritual energy sealing points were indeed the sleeping places of the Artifact Spirits!

“The top three chefs of the God of Cookery Tournament will be chosen by those cultivators and will be brought to the spiritual energy sealing points. They will then know where those places are…” Yu Ge said. He curled up his lips and felt so proud of his quick wit.

“Very good. Sign me up for the competition,” Bu Fang said. ‘A cooking competition?’ he thought, twitching the corner of his mouth. ‘My cooking skills can easily crush all the chefs on Earth…’

Yu Ge felt a headache at once. ‘He’s not a senior but a spoiled child waiting to be served by others… If you want to participate in the competition, go and sign up yourself! I’m a Qi cultivator, not a chef…’

However, when he glanced over his shoulder, he saw Foxy’s nine tails sway from side to side, and the golden mantis shrimp was staring at him with gleaming eyes.

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“Senior… The competition has already begun, but if you wish to sign up…there is another way. You can go to the State Supernatural Agency…”

Bu Fang narrowed his eyes. “The State Supernatural Agency…”

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In a secret base located in the suburb of Jiangdong…

Chief Luo sank back into his chair, a little tired. His mind was in a mess right now.

‘The nine-tailed fox is taken away by that young man… Judging by his strength, he should be a Qi cultivator, and not an ordinary one at that since he could freeze bullets… Could he be an Earth Qi cultivator?’

Qi cultivators were divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow. An Earth Qi cultivator was equivalent to an S-class superhuman. As for Heaven Qi cultivators, they were comparable to real Immortals.

‘Since when did Qi cultivators of that level begin to show up on Earth? Is this a good thing or a bad thing?’

Chief Luo was very tired. In front of him were many monitors, each of which was flashing with text, as well as some photos and other information.

Wearing glasses, Xiao Ai walked over from outside with bloodshot eyes. “Chief… I’ve found that fellow’s information!” she said. When she mentioned that fellow, she was gritting her teeth. She could not believe that the guy had knocked her unconscious!

Chief Luo straightened up and looked at the monitor. The next moment, photos, text, and other information appeared before him. The man in the photos was Bu Fang, and the text was his background.

“An apprentice chef?!” he cried out, wondering if the information was accurate. How could that almighty expert comparable to a Heaven Qi cultivator be an apprentice chef?

“Xiao Ai… Are you sure the information is correct?” Chief Luo asked as he went through the information.

Xiao Ai, standing behind him, did not answer. That puzzled him. Suddenly, a slender, fair palm rested on his shoulder. Looking at it, his pupils constricted in an instant. He turned around, only to see Bu Fang’s expressionless face. As for Xiao Ai, she was held by a young man in a Hanfu1, and she seemed to be completely frozen.

“You… What do you want?! This is the State Supernatural Agency! You better behave yourself!” Chief Luo said hurriedly.

Bu Fang glanced at his information on the monitor. It was correct, but unfortunately, that was all in the past.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m here for only one thing…” Bu Fang pulled over a leather chair, sat down, and looked at the chief. “Do you know the World God of Cookery Tournament?” He paused for a while, then went on, “I want to join the competition… You should be able to get me in, right?”

Chief Luo froze. ‘What does he mean?’ He glanced at the job title on the monitor, then turned to look at Bu Fang, who asked him to get him into the tournament…

‘This mighty Qi cultivator… is really a f*cking chef?!’