Chapter 1708 - No Surprise at All? (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Over the flame, the steamer glowed. Colorful light was brewing and swirling inside, as if it would explode at any time.

The steamer, through the image in the fighting pit, was transmitted into everyone’s eyes. The nobles were sneering. They had seen with their own eyes the scene where Bu Fang kneaded the buns, and they thought he must have given up.

“He had kneaded rabbits and even foxes… Why don’t he shape some of the buns like a pile of shit since he’s just fooling around…”

They had been repeatedly slapped in the faces by Bu Fang. However, they were very resolved, for they did not think Bu Fang had any chance of winning this one.

In fact, of the four districts, District D was an exception. It was a lesser district, occupied by lowly exiles. Those people were all suffering, and they needed that kind of food to suppress the pain brought to them by the curses.

For that reason, the food, no matter how disgusting it was, had become the most sought-after food by those people. Besides, to those exiles, it was not… unpleasant to eat.

So, how was Bu Fang going to win? He was simply not on the same level as Void City’s chef. Based on that, the result of the competition was clear.

Those people of District D would never spare a look at Bu Fang’s food. Yes… They would not even spare a look at his food! In the eyes of those lowly people, only the food made of insects from the river of curses could whet their appetite.

Bu Fang cooked casually and happily with colorful light dancing on his face. ‘Cooking is supposed to be a happy thing, and so is tasting food. So why give me so much restraint?’ he thought to himself. At the thought, he felt his mind become clearer.

Steam rose. The life force in the Spring of Life diffused across the air as if to purify everything. The flame gradually grew smaller. Eventually, only a flame that looked like a lotus flower was burning.

Then, after burning for a little while, it disappeared completely. It turned into a wisp of flame and wound around Bu Fang’s fingertip.

“The colorful steamed buns stuffed with bean paste are… done.” The corners of Bu Fang’s mouth lifted slightly. He seemed to be quite satisfied with this cooking.

An uproar broke out. Bu Fang had completed his cooking. This meant that the next step was the actual competition. Could he win? He would, of course, lose!

The nobles were sneering. They had absolutely no hope for Bu Fang. Of course, they also bet that he would lose. Some nobles even bet their entire fortune on it. After all, it was a game that only occurred once in tens of thousands of years.

The man gave Bu Fang a meaningful glance. The next moment, he jumped up the wooden cart.

In that fraction of a moment, Bu Fang was a little dazed. He felt that the man was somewhat familiar, somewhat similar to the stooped old man. Were they related to each other? Or perhaps… this man was the younger version of the old man? But why were they divided?

A moment later, it dawned on Bu Fang. This should be the curse the Queen of Curses was talking about, one that could trap him until the end of time.

It appeared that the stooped old man was also a man with a story. No wonder he had warned Bu Fang not to choose cooking. So this was the reason. He had been injured before.

As Bu Fang’s cooking ended, a strange will seemed to be guiding him from the void. He opened the steamer and took out a round blue-and-white porcelain plate. As soon as the lid was removed, a plume of hot steam rushed into the sky.

Bu Fang held a pair of chopsticks and carefully picked up the buns. Each bun was lifelike as if it had come to life. Bu Fang had a feeling that once he gave them eyes, they would really come to life.

It was a very strange feeling, which made him feel like he was the Creator. Of course, he would not be deluded by such a feeling.

Bu Fang gave each bun a dot of sauce on its top. The buns rumbled, and all kinds of aura spread out of them. Some of them were surrounded by a peaceful aura, some gave off a murderous aura, and some even emanated the aura of curses.

All in all, this was an unusual batch of steamed buns. Bu Fang felt hungry as he looked at their white, tender skin, and the aroma of the bean paste that pervaded the air made him want to close his eyes to savor the sweet taste.

He licked his lips, somewhat excited and somewhat enjoying himself. No matter what other people think, the food he cooked always tasted the best to him.

The kitchen door was opened with a crash. One exile after another crazily rushed through it. However, they were hit by a profound force, which knocked them flying out.

Even though some of them were Saints of the Great Path, they suffered the same fate. However, as soon as they fell to the ground, they jumped up and rushed toward the kitchen again.

“I want to eat! I want to eat!”

“Give me food! I can’t stand it anymore…”

“I want food!”

It was as if these exiles had gone mad. The scene was quite shocking. At least, for those nobles, it was a rare scene, and it hit them in the hearts.

It was better for Countess Xia Qiu. She occasionally passed by District D, so she was used to such scenes. As for the other nobles, they had never seen anything like this before. They simply could not comprehend such madness.

“These filthy fellows…”

“Despicable… insane! They had lost their edges and their basic qualifications as human beings!”

“These bugs… They deserve to be banished!”

The nobles shouted frantically—they reproached and scolded. The feeling of being superior deeply intoxicated them.