Chapter 1803 - A Pseudo-God of Cooking Dish (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Shrimpy was Heavengod Space. It was unexpected and yet logical. Lord Dog had once said that he had not returned yet, but his temple had appeared. The most reasonable explanation was that he was back, but he did not know it because he was still in a muddled state.

And Shrimpy fit that description perfectly. The little fellow had spent its days spitting bubbles and always looked muddle-headed, but this time… It saved Bu Fang.

In the beginning, when Shrimpy appeared, Bu Fang just used it as a seasoning. The dishes always tasted better when he put it in them, and the little fellow also enjoyed it. Later, as his cooking skill improved, Shrimpy rarely used this ability again.

The dish in front of him was wrapped up by strands of golden energy, which recovered it from its near-broken state. Slowly, he stepped forward and raised his hand. Divine energy swirled and materialized into a ladle in his palm, which looked ordinary without any energy.

Bu Fang began to toss the wok. The boiling sauce churned like rushing river water, giving off steam as he cooked. As a rich smell kept spreading, the ingredients glowed, and the dish gradually emitted a mystical aura.

His mental force grew more and more transparent, and his spirit sea was rumbling. With the God of Cooking’s eyes, he was able to gaze past all the delusion, and he was now fully immersed in cooking. The long-lost feeling made Bu Fang want to throw his head back and roar.

Shrimpy had transformed into a stream of golden light and was swimming in the world of ingredients. It was as though it had completely merged with this strange world.

In space, the five Artifact Spirits looked at Bu Fang with smiles. They were glad that he finally got through it and that he was not wiped out in self-denial like other Hosts. Perhaps, they thought, he would have a chance to break through to an unprecedented realm!

The Artifact Spirits were looking forward to that. They were on the same boat with Bu Fang now, and if they wished to go to the higher realm, they had to wait for him to make a breakthrough. This was the only way they could break free of the universe’s restrictions.

The journey of becoming a God of Cooking was full of challenges. Of the one hundred Hosts, some were eliminated in the beginning, some gave up halfway, and some killed themselves in frustration and fell into transmigration.

It was like opening a road through the thorny forest. At first, there might be a path to follow, which was trodden by the predecessors, but the further one went, one would find that it became narrower and narrower until there was no way to go. In such a situation, it was very easy to get lost in the boundless wilderness.

At the cost of their lives, the one hundred Hosts had opened a path that would lead their successor to the Way of the God of Cooking. The Artifact Spirits had pinned their hopes on one hundred Hosts, and they had experienced disappointment one hundred times. And now, Bu Fang was the most promising Host…

They were highly motivated. When they thought Bu Fang had failed, he surprised them and gave them hope once again.

A humming sound could be heard as Shrimpy squeezed out of the dish, flew across the air in a beam of golden light, and perched on Bu Fang’s shoulder, quietly spitting bubbles. Although it was now Heavengod Space, it still liked to spit bubbles.

Meanwhile, Sloth’s pupils narrowed. He did not anticipate that such a turn of events would occur, which caught him a bit off guard. “Go to hell!” He made up his mind in a split second. At his thought, colors flashed in the sky and the stars crumbled. The next moment, he thrust his palm, which went straight at Bu Fang with a horrible rumble.

Bu Fang ignored that. He did not even look up and just focused on cooking. The dish was about to be ready, and it was giving off a delicious aroma. With Shrimpy’s help, the cooking of the dish was finally coming to an end.

Sloth’s palm came with shocking power and the surging power of sin. He wanted to kill Bu Fang with one blow!

Suddenly, Bu Fang turned off the heat. The world fell silent. Wisps of steam rose from the ladle as the golden broth in it bubbled and gleamed. He tilted the ladle slightly and poured the broth over the dish.

Rumble!

A dazzling beam of light shot out of the dish, tore through the sky, and collided with the palm. Sloth’s body went limp, and his palm also lost its ferocity amid the fragrance like melted chocolate. His face flickered.

“He… managed to cook the dish, after all?!” Sloth glanced over his shoulder at the portal created by the hourglasses. There, the remaining half of the Soul God’s body was about to come out, but the strong restrictive force of the cosmic barrier slowed him down.

Bu Fang did not wear the Vermilion Robe but was clad in a simple white robe, which made him look like an otherworldly lotus flower, pure and holy. In front of him, there was a porcelain plate with a dish that radiated a golden light.

As his mental force fell on it, he could sense its surging aura. When he closed his eyes, he saw mountains, a vast expanse of sea, fields… It was as if there was a miniature world inside. However, he could also see that the ingredients were pulled together by strands of golden light. And because of that, the dish was not perfect.

He sighed and pointed a finger at the dish, which slowly floated up.

‘Congratulations, Host. You have completed a pseudo-God of Cooking dish: The Country Painting,’ the System’s serious voice rang out in Bu Fang’s mind.

‘A pseudo-God of Cooking dish… Is it because of Shrimpy? If it wasn’t for it, I probably wouldn’t have been able to complete this dish at all,’ he thought to himself, his face as expressionless as before.

As the System’s voice faded away, Bu Fang’s aura began to gradually transform.