Chapter 1809 - Spend a Straw-Cloaked Life in Mist and Rain (2/2)

He picked up a piece of white bamboo shoot with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and chewed. It was crunchy, and a sweet taste spread in his mouth. His eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth curved upward.

Although it was just a simple dish, its taste penetrated his heart. It was a flavor that was different from anything he had cooked before. He might have lost his mighty cultivation base, but his state of mind became calmer than ever. He even thought that it was fine to go on living like this.

With all his power taken away, he could experience the world in peace and find the true meaning of life as a mortal. “Better than saddled horses, I like sandals and cane; spend a straw-cloaked life in mist and rain…” he murmured. It was an ancient poem on Earth, and he thought it fit his current mood perfectly.

A few years ago, he sealed the awakened Soul God with all his cultivation base, plus the will the God of Cooking left in Whitey’s body as well as the pseudo-God of Cooking dish. That was the best he could do. He was not the God of Cooking. He was just a little chef who kept running on the road to becoming one.

He had sacrificed his cultivation base and gave all that he had. In fact, many people did not understand why he had gone this far.

Even if Soul God was awakened, the top experts of the Primitive Universe could still survive. All they had to do was leave the Primitive Universe and hide in the vast expanse of the nothingness of the universe. Soul God would not be able to do anything to them—it was impossible for him to spend time searching for them in the boundless nothingness.

In fact, many immortals and deities were ready to do just that. If Soul God did fully awaken, they would immediately flee into nothingness.

And Bu Fang could have done the same thing. Even though Soul God hated him to the bone, he could make the same choice. But he chose to seal Soul God instead, and as a result, he fell to the mortal world and was reduced to a mortal.

He had jumped out of the cycle of reincarnation, but he was back in it again. He gave up everything he had and chose to live a normal, ordinary life. Perhaps he just wanted to settle his restless heart.

The System was gone as well after Whitey unleashed the God of Cooking’s will in it. Bu Fang was really just a mortal now. His spiritual sea and divine sense had been separated from his physical body to suppress Soul God, so he could no longer use his mental force.

He was no different from other mortals, except that his body was stronger and immune to all diseases. He would get tired, he would sweat, and he also had the emotions and desires of a mortal.

Bu Fang did not know how Eighty had found him. He could not open the Heaven and Earth Farmland, so he did not know what had happened to it. Of course, it would not be destroyed, for after he had released all his cultivation base, he sent it into the cosmic void.

By now, the farmland should have transformed into a planet with lives. It would be even more terrifying than the average planet, becoming a large world comparable to the Chaotic Universe.

Bu Fang could never figure out why Eighty was here. But since he could not figure it out, he stopped thinking about it. It was unfortunate for the little fellow to come here, for he would not have any precious ingredients to feed it. All Eighty could eat was plain rice.

Speaking of rice…

Bu Fang went back into the hut and opened the rice jar. It was almost empty with not much rice left.

“There’s no more rice… This little fellow really eats too much.”

Bu Fang shook his head. After clearing up the dishes on the table, he went back inside to sleep. Now, besides eating, his biggest hobby was sleeping.

The next day, Bu fang left the hut wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat. He did not bring Whitey. Alone, he came to a pond in the mountain. After sitting there all morning, he had a few more fat fish jumping in his basket.

Carrying the basket, Bu Fang walked leisurely down the mountain.

Soon, he came to the village at the foot of the mountain. The village was also considered to be located in a remote area. Many villagers greeted him when they saw him. Having lived here for several years, Bu Fang got acquainted with the people here.

The villagers all knew that a strange man lived in the mountain. In the beginning, they thought Bu Fang was an immortal. But ever since he came down the mountain with a few fat fish to exchange for rice, they knew he was just a mortal like them.

As time went by, they all got acquainted with each other.

“Aunt Zhang, do you have any extra rice? Can I exchange some with fish freshly caught in the mountain?” Bu Fang said to a farmer’s wife carrying a hoe in the distance.

Looking at the fish in Bu Fang’s basket, the village woman swallowed. She wanted to exchange. Living in the mountains, it was not easy to get fish. But…

“Little brother Bu, I can’t exchange with you. The officers and soldiers are here. A lot of rice in the village was collected by the village chief to cook a meal for them,” Aunt Zhang said. “Why don’t I go to town in a few days and bring you some rice?”

Bu Fang paused for a moment. He did not expect this. “That’s all right, Aunt Zhang. You go on with your work. I’ll ask the others…” He was sure that he could get some rice. Even if he could not, he was not nervous. He had to keep a calm mind.

In the distance, the sound of stir-frying rang out, and Bu Fang smelled the fragrance of dishes. He raised his brows slightly.

“The officers and soldiers are eating there. Little brother Bu, if you are really hungry, go and tell the village chief and ask him to find a place for you at the table,” said Aunt Zhang. “My son is about to go to the town with these officers and be one of the soldiers. Do you want to go with him?”

The people in the village were really friendly. Bu Fang replied casually and then walked toward the distance. Suddenly, he stopped.

The open space in the middle of the village was filled with tables, and the officers and soldiers were eating and drinking. Carrying the basket, Bu Fang frowned slightly. He looked beyond the officers with greasy lips to the other side of the field.

A figure, whose head was shrouded in a mist, stood there. Although his face could not be seen, Bu Fang could tell that he was smiling at him.

“Lord Bird?”