Chapter 1748 - Are You Ready To Feel Despair? (1/2)

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Eighteen Curry Hell?

Many people froze as if they were stunned by the name. They did not know what it was, but the name alone suggested that it was more brutal and overwhelming than the Stargazy Pie. However, despite not knowing the meaning of the name, they could not wait to see what kind of dish it was.

“Is it another stinky dish?” Viscount Ash murmured under her breath when she heard the name.

The onlookers could still smell the stench of the Stargazy Pie. The odor permeating the air had not yet dissipated, and no one knew how long it would take for it to dissipate. Although it was much weaker now, the overwhelming stench still filled them with dread.

And before they could digest the impact brought by the pie, Bu Fang announced the name of the next dark cuisine. Just by hearing the name itself, the Eighteen Curry Hell was already enough to give them the creeps.

“Alright, that’s it for today,” Bu Fang said. He waved his hand, and the table, the stove, and everything else disappeared.

The nobles looked at each other as if they were still in shock from the name, while Bu Fang put his hands behind him and walked toward the restaurant at a steady pace. He also needed a little time to calm down. There was a price to be paid for eating the Stargazy Pie, even when he was a chef.

Xiao Ai, Nethery, and the others followed him and stepped into the restaurant. After that, the door was slammed shut with a bang, leaving the nobles staring at each other outside the restaurant.

Master Zhen Yong thought he could no longer get the Chaotic Energy. It surprised him to hear that Bu Fang would have another challenge tomorrow, and it lifted his sinking heart back up once more.

He focused his eyes. His white beard trembled as he got up on his feet. Then, he straightened his back and walked toward the pill-making workshop across the street from the restaurant.

He would stay up all night researching pills that could resist the stench. He was determined to complete tomorrow’s challenge. He had a hunch that Bu Fang’s Chaotic Energy was real. A man who could come up with such a terrifying dark cuisine surely could afford to give them Chaotic Energy!

As Master Zhen Yong walked toward the workshop, the crowd scattered in horror, forming a large circle around him. The stench on him was too strong. It was as if he was a walking stink bomb!

His face darkened. ‘Dammit. This is the price I need to pay after eating the pie…’ Not daring to stay outside any longer, he hurried toward the workshop. In fact, he had already gotten used to the stench.

When Master Zhen Yong stepped into the workshop, he noticed that many alchemists were sighing. He caught a foul odor in the air, which was the smell emitted by the dregs of herbs after the cauldrons blew up. He took a deep breath and found that the stench of the dregs actually smelled nice.

“Zhen Yong, I heard you participated in the challenge set up by the restaurant across the street. How’s the result? Have you won any Chaotic Energy?”

No sooner had Master Zhen Yong stepped into the workshop than his rival, Master Jia Song, came up to him with a big smile. He did not doubt that the latter was here to laugh at him.

He glanced at the man. Perhaps the stench on him was masked by the odor of the dregs that Jia Song did not seem to smell it. Master Zhen Yong narrowed his eyes.

“You are a master alchemist, Zhen Yong. Why would you believe in something cooked up by a chef? You shouldn’t have gone there. You’ve disgraced the pill-making workshop by doing so,” Master Jia Song said in a concerned voice.

Zhen Yong watched silently as Jia Song pretended to be worried. ‘You f*cking keep on acting…’

“See? Not only did you not get the Chaotic Energy, but you also made a fool of yourself and disgraced the pill-making workshop. We have now become part of the forces who serve Her Excellency Soul. You are putting us in an awkward position!” Master Jia Song said.

Zhen Yong was boiling with anger inside. He lifted a hand and beckoned Jia Song.

Jia Song paused. ‘What does this old man want? Can’t he just say what he has to say?’ He went over all the same, never suspecting anything. Would Zhen Yong dare to beat him up in front of so many alchemists?

Jia Song took a step forward. Zhen Yong waved again, signaling him to come closer. Puzzled, Jia Song moved even closer. The two old men now stood face to face.

Many alchemists around looked at the two bigwigs of the alchemy workshop, wondering what they were talking about and why they stood so close to each other.

The corner of Master Zhen Yong’s mouth twitched slightly, and his white beard trembled. Then, he opened his mouth. “Her Excellency Soul can go f*ck herself! I need to make a breakthrough now, and she’d better not stand in my way!”

A pungent odor hit Jia Song and spittles sprayed all over his face. The overwhelming stench darkened his face in an instant. Compared to Zhen Yong’s breath, the odor of a blown-up cauldron was nothing at all!

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“Dammit!” Master Jia Song was flabbergasted. Rolling his eyes and foaming at the mouth, he slumped to the ground.

The surrounding alchemists were terrified. The stench was so disgusting that they quickly moved away.

“Bring me all the stinkiest divine herbs, including Stinky Brassica, Eight-Clawed Black Phoenix Hair, Seven-Star Lady’s Mantle Seed, and Breathless Pistachio…” Master Zhen Yong said, staring at an apprentice alchemist in the distance.

The apprentice’s face darkened—he almost choked on his own breath.

Master Zhen Yong already had an idea in mind. He would refine a top-grade divine pill that could suppress the stench. Without hesitation, he returned to his alchemy chamber.

Covering their noses with napkins, his disciples hurriedly brought him all the stinking herbs. Normally, no alchemist would touch these herbs because of their powerful odor, but to Master Zhen Yong, they were extremely fragrant compared with that Stargazy Pie.

Soon, he shut the door and began to refine the pill. A foul smell kept leaking out of his chamber.

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“What are you trying to do?”

The noblewoman looked at Bu Fang, her eyes flickering with curiosity. She did not quite understand the reason and purpose behind the challenge.

“I’m promoting the restaurant…” Bu Fang said.

“But your approach will only make people more and more reluctant to eat in the restaurant.” She rolled her eyes. Did this chef take her for an idiot?

The corners of Bu Fang’s mouth lifted slightly. “You can’t see it now, but soon you’ll know…”

He naturally had his reasons for setting up the challenge. If not to promote the restaurant, why did he bother to come up with so many dark cuisines? The preparation of dark cuisine was much more difficult than normal cuisines.