Chapter 1802 - In Me, the Tiger Sniffs the Rose (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

‘Am I going to die?’

Bu Fang asked himself. He had never been so confused before. The scenes in the restaurants of one hundred Hosts flashed in his eyes; all kinds of faces that were charmed or intoxicated by delicious food kept provoking him.

He panted. He had come a long way to bring his cooking skill to the current height, but perhaps he had really abandoned something during the journey. What was the meaning of cooking? Was it only to achieve more advanced cooking skills? Was it to become the number one chef in the universe?

Bu Fang’s body seemed to be disintegrating. He could not think. At this moment, his spirit sea already turned into a mess. The Artifact Spirits were leaving him. It seemed to him that the spiritual connection between them had vanished. It was a bad feeling, which made him breathless.

‘Whitey was the God of Cooking’s will…’ Bu Fang had never expected that he would see Whitey in every Host’s restaurant. No wonder Mu Hongzi was giving it that strange look when they first met.

He sighed. He was very tired. Sitting on the ground, his back was bent, for he had nothing to lean on. Behind him was a vast, empty space, and in front of him was a boundless void that was filled with nothing. Sitting alone there, Bu Fang appeared like someone who was abandoned by the world. The only sound he could hear was the sound of his own breathing.

The perfect cooking skills, the perfect food ingredients, the perfect knife techniques, the perfect strength… Was it wrong for him to pursue these things?

Since the Light Wind Empire, Bu Fang had been on a constant journey to become a God of Cooking. He feared that if he fell behind, he would be wiped out. Perhaps… it was this emotion that left a grudge in him.

He looked up, his face expressionless and his hair waving around him. His clothes had disappeared and so did the God of Cooking Sets. He had nothing now as he sat there in an empty world.

“The God of Cooking’s test…”

Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth. Mu Hongzi had warned him that this was a tough journey and that almost all those who embarked on it had perished. The previous Host had abruptly ended his journey and attached himself to the bronze palace before he was released by Bu Fang and returned to the world.

Back then, Bu Fang was not bothered. He was confident, fearless, and determined, just like his Heart of Cooking Path. But now… he began to waver. His strength was at the top of the universe, and he had the best ingredients, but he had fallen into such a wretched situation and seemed to be staring death in the face.

The giant hand of the God of Cooking’s will was already hanging over his head. Once his will collapsed, he would be wiped out in an instant. And from then on, there would be no more Bu Fang in this world, and the God of Cooking’s will would choose a new Host…

Had he not escaped the fate of the former Hosts after all?

Bu Fang closed his eyes. The sound of a beating heart echoed through the boundless wilderness. Even then, a flower emerged before him. It bloomed like a white lotus flower, emitting a gentle fragrance and wrapping him up.

‘The Senseless Lotus? The flower that can get me through the calamity?’ Bu Fang paused, staring at the white flower with a complicated look on his face. Then, he slowly closed his eyes again. The world around him turned black as ink.

…

All of a sudden, Bu Fang flicked open his eyes. His sharp gaze tore the vault of heaven.

…

Tongtian coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward. His body smashed into a star and shattered it.

Foxy, on the other hand, was panting for breath. She had already reached her limit. Even though she was Heavengod Destruction, she was only as strong as a duke. Her strength fell short in the face of the Heavenly Demon Array.

She turned her big eyes to Bu Fang with a nervous look in them. She had no idea what happened to him. There, a hazy mist had obscured Bu Fang, preventing her from seeing anything.

Whitey was hovering behind him, its purple eyes flashing. When Foxy turned her gaze to it, it suddenly raised its head. The deep purple in its eyes made her bristle and burp a few times in a row. The puppet lifted a hand and scratched its bald head.

Rumble!

Tongtian’s sword array was so badly beaten that it could not regroup, and the purple aura of the Qingping Sword grew fainter as well. “Fellow Daoist Bu… What are you doing? Is your bottleneck… really so terrifying?” He gritted his teeth.

The starry sky rumbled as a horrible aura pervaded the air. The Sect Leader’s heart skipped a beat. It was as though a scary expert was about to descend. The aura seemed a little bit stronger than that of a perfected expert.

He turned to the seven rotating hourglasses. There, a vague figure was about to rush out of the thin film. An arm had already stretched out of the portal, and the power of the Great Sins swirling around it filled him with dread. He had only sensed this kind of aura in his teacher and the Primitive Universe’s Great Path.

He was despairing. They might not be able to stop the almighty expert from coming into this universe even if Bu Fang woke up now and cooked the dish!

BOOM!

The Sect Leader flew backward again and smashed into a star. Lying on the ground, he looked up at the sky and sighed. “The great tribulation will come eventually…”

In space, the Heavenly Demon swung his great axe and walked step by step toward Bu Fang. Shrouded by the mist, Bu Fang’s aura was so weak that it was almost indiscernible, and it seemed ready to fade away and vanish completely. However, the giant demon did not intend to spare him.