Chapter 1673 - Meet Mu Hongzi Again (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Bu Fang sat in a chair, his brows furrowed.

There was something wrong with his cooking. He could not sense his spirit sea nor use his mental force. It was a great blow to him.

As his strength grew, he had begun to use his mental force when cooking. It could control the energy in the food so that the dish would be very tasty.

Perhaps he was used to using his mental force, he felt somewhat uncomfortable now that it had disappeared. But he did not spend any time pitying himself, though his condition deteriorated by day.

At first, he was able to taste his dishes, but later, he found that his sensitivity to the ingredients also had a problem. His tongue began to fail to taste anything, and his other senses, such as his sense of smell and touch, also gradually left him.

“What the hell…”

Bu Fang frowned and felt speechless. As a chef, when these senses left him, it was like sending him to hell. He did not even want to hold a kitchen knife now.

He could still summon the God of Cooking Sets, but his spirit sea seemed to have been veiled by something. Much of his stuff seemed to have disappeared, but he felt that they were still there.

“Is the System behind all these?” Bu Fang was in a daze. It all started with the System saying ‘level up’.

It was late at night. Neon lights flickered in the capital, and the smell of food, smoke from cooking, and the noise of people chatting and laughing filled the air.

Bu Fang sat in the restaurant. He could see everything, but he could also clearly feel that his sense of the outside world began to slowly disappear. All of his cooking skills were gone, including his sense of touch, smell, and mental force.

He could not even cook the simplest Egg-Fried Rice now.

‘Why is this happening to me?’

Bu Fang was still a little reluctant to accept it. It was like a student who got a perfect score on every test suddenly realized that he knew nothing at all, and then he got a zero on every test that followed.

The blow was huge. If it were another person, he might have already broken down. Bu Fang did not break down, but he was still a little reluctant to accept it.

In a trance, he thought of many things. Ever since he acquired the System, his cooking had basically revolved around it. Although he had always consciously practiced his cooking skills and cautioning himself not to rely too much on the System, it seemed that he had treated many things too simply.

The road to becoming a God of Cooking was not that easy to walk. The Artifact Spirits had told Bu Fang this a long time ago. They also told him that there were many Hosts before him, but all of them failed.

He took a deep breath, thinking that this might be his greatest test, one that many other Hosts before him had failed at.

There was something wrong with Bu Fang’s cooking—this news spread throughout the capital. Many people felt sorry for him, but many more did not bat an eye. They just moved on to another restaurant. For other restaurants, however, it was good news.

Restaurants that were almost ready to close down suddenly came back to life. Their business was booming, and the restaurant on the top floor of the Luo Family’s skyscraper had little to no customers.

After much thought, Bu Fang finally rose to his feet and closed the door of the restaurant. Foxy and Shrimpy jumped on his shoulders and looked at him with their big eyes. He smiled and rubbed their heads.

“I’ll be fine. This temporary confusion is a good thing for me. It’s like a phoenix rising from the ashes. There’s always a low point in life,” he said. He was actually quite optimistic.

Then, he turned and strode away from the restaurant.

Bu Fang walked down the street at a steady pace. Soon, he arrived at the palace.

Upon learning of his visit, the Divine Emperor hurried out of the palace to welcome him. Although Bu Fang had lost his cooking skills, his cultivation base still stood at the top of this world.

Besides, he was the savior of the Xiayi Divine Dynasty. So, even though he had lost his cooking skills, he was still the Divine Emperor’s guest of honor.

In the palace, they talked for a long time. Finally, Bu Fang borrowed a warship from the Divine Emperor and left.

As the warship slowly sailed away from the palace and headed for the boundless starry sky, Luo Sananiang, standing at the top of her family’s skyscraper, looked up at it with a complicated expression on her face.

With a rumble, a powerful jet of air shot out from the warship’s tail, propelling it deep into the starry sky.

Bu Fang left Xiayi Divine Dynasty. He wanted to solve the doubts in his mind, and he knew exactly who could solve them for him.

As he was on his way to his destination, he also tried cooking in the warship. Losing the sense of taste, touch, and smell, as well as mental force might affect his ability to cook, but it did not stop him from cooking. The art of cooking had been engraved into his bones.

He could still cook because through experiences, he could judge when to turn the temperature up or down, when to add ingredients, and many other things. Of course, the dish would not taste as good as it used to be. After all, he had lost those senses.

It was like swapping a car for a bicycle. The decline in cooking skills caused by the loss of senses and mental force was a major setback. Previously, when Bu Fang had only been distracted a little, he had cooked the Egg-Fried Rice too salty.

The warship sailed through the boundless starry sky. The journey was long and boring, but Bu Fang spent his free time admiring the colorful stars. He found them very beautiful.

There were times when he regretted his decision. None of this would have happened if he had not chosen to level up, and his cooking skills would still be as good as ever. However, if he really chose to not level up, then his cooking skills would never improve.

If he were given the chance again, he would probably still choose to level up.

The warship traveled through the starry sky at a very high speed. Finally, after a long flight, when the warship began to slow down, Bu Fang saw a familiar scene.

It was a continent floating in the starry sky. It was the Great Netherworld. He was back. He made the warship fly toward it.

Bu Fang had been away from the Great Netherworld for a long time, but he grew up here, so he would not forget it. And there was someone here who could help him.