Chapter 1637 - : A Threat (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The inside of the coach was crowded. However, while flying in the sky, it did not jump as much as those vehicles on the road, so the passengers did not feel uncomfortable.

The atmosphere inside the coach was a little awkward. Xiao Ai was holding her professional video camera and carrying a backpack. She looked nervous. From time to time, she would glance at Bu Fang from the corners of her eyes, and when she did that, her heart pounded in her chest.

‘I can’t believe I got the chance to look at Senior from such a close distance… This is so exciting!’

Xiao Ai’s young girl heart was beginning to stir. However, when she glanced at Nethery, who sat at Bu Fang’s side, and saw the latter’s black eyes that seemed to swirl like two black holes, she felt cold all over.

Then, when she turned to the noble and almost lofty Empyrean Fairy, who was slouching back in her seat and stretching her long legs, she felt a sense of inferiority.

‘Alright… I might be thinking too much.’

Bu Fang’s face remained calm, even though the atmosphere was a little awkward due to the tight space in the coach. He did not get used to it at first, but he just closed his eyes and began to meditate about cooking. As he cooked one dish after another in his mind, he forgot about the uncomfortable atmosphere.

The unicorn galloped hard, pulling the coach across the sky at great speed, while the blond men surrounded the vehicle like a group of transcended beings.

Xiao Ai pulled open the coach window, poked her head out of it to catch her breath. She felt a little excited. ‘This coach is taking us to the Western Church…’

After Earth’s spiritual energy returned, the Western Church had been a global superpower. It was served by countless superhumans, and it was said that its Chosen Ones could receive God’s power and acquire mighty strength.

Before this, Hua had only a few Earth Immortals, so it was no match for the Western Church. Xiao Ai was full of curiosity about this superpower.

After flying for some time, they finally arrived at their destination. Under them was a magnificent city. There was a grand castle in the center of the city. Temples with crosses as sharp and pointy as blades on their roofs filled the castle, gleaming goldenly and emanating a holy aura.

Accompanied by music and falling petals, the coach landed. Then, its door was pushed open. The man’s face was unsightly as he watched the four people emerge through the door.

“Mister Bu, we’ve arrived at the Holy City. Ahead of us is the Western Church,” he said respectfully. The Immortal Emperor’s might that Bu Fang had shown still filled him with fear.

Xiao Ai kept taking pictures everywhere with her camera. She was awed by the glorious temples around them. The man did not stop her, and he had no objection to her uploading the photos to the Internet. ‘It is time for the people to witness the Western Church’s true power,’ he thought.

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As they came before the towering castle walls, they heard a loud crash, then the huge metal doors began to slowly swing open.

“Welcome, Mister Bu,” said the man respectfully.

Bu Fang nodded, clasped his hands behind him, and walked through the gaping hole. He wanted to see what the Western Church was up to. The old man said they had prepared a banquet with the choicest cuisines. If the food could not satisfy him, he would be very unhappy.

As soon as they stepped into the castle, they felt sharp, hostile energy in the air. A constant clatter of metal on metal could be heard as well, as teams of soldiers clad in silver armor and full helms patrolled in orderly formations.

Nethery, Xiao Ai, and the Empyrean Fairy followed behind Bu Fang. Xiao Ai was filming, and when she saw those soldiers, she felt a chill rise from her soles to her back.

All of a sudden, Bu Fang stopped and raised his brows. He felt that the White Tiger Belt and the Vermilion Robe were shaking—it was a signal that they had sensed the other two God of Cooking Sets. The old man was not lying. The Western Church had truly acquired them.

‘Well, this will save me a lot of trouble,’ Bu Fang thought to himself. ‘Judging by the way things are done in the Western Church, they certainly had captured the Golden Dragon and the Black Turtle as well… It seems I can collect all the God of Cooking Sets on this trip.’

Bu Fang took a deep breath and continued walking. Just then, a group of people approached from down the street. The leader was an old man in a red robe carrying a thick book. He was Hagens, who Bu Fang had seen previously.

The Cardinal walked up to Bu Fang with a warm smile. He was followed by men in white robes with serious faces. Bu Fang sensed a strange aura in these people.

“We met at last, Mister Bu.” Hagens laughed, spreading his arms as if to embrace Bu Fang. Naturally, his hug was rejected. He did not mind, though, and kept on talking.

Bu Fang replied to him mildly. While doing so, he sent out his divine sense to cover the entire castle—he was sensing the aura of the other two God of Cooking Sets. To his surprise, however, he could not sense them. He knew they were nearby, but he just could not sense them.

‘Have they used some strange method to conceal the God of Cooking Sets’ aura?’ He glanced at Hagens, who was laughing like an honest man. The Cardinal’s expression did not change, even though he had clearly sensed Bu Fang’s fearsome divine sense.

“The banquet is ready. Please follow me,” Hagens said.

Soon, they were led into a resplendent temple. The dome ceiling was covered with paintings, which told the legends and myths about the Western Church. It was a huge temple. As Bu Fang glanced around, he found its interior larger than a square.

A round table was placed in the center of the temple, surrounded by cushioned chairs with high backs. World-class chefs in neat chef’s robes were coming and going, preparing steaming cuisines. It seemed that the Western Church did prepare some delicious food.

“Please have a seat,” Hagens told Bu Fang.