Chapter 1818 - What Are You Talking About? (2/2)

That voice caused Bu Fang’s pupils to narrow slightly. After a long time, the dark space finally quieted down again. Looking at the blurred figure, Bu Fang said, “Are you done? What the f*ck are you talking about?” He shook his head, seemingly a little disappointed.

“You’re not the God of Cooking. How could a real God of Cooking say something like that?”

The blurred figure hovered in the darkness, with white dots of light floating around him. “How could I not be the God of Cooking? I know everything about you, for I’ve watched everything you’ve done,” the figure said.

He raised his hand. Many divine power liquid drops appeared in his palm, gleaming goldenly. Bu Fang knew them very well. “See these? The divine power liquid drops you once possessed were given to you by me!” His tone became more and more urgent.

The look of amusement in Bu Fang’s eyes grew stronger and stronger. “I’ve told you, I refuse to accept it,” he said, his face expressionless and his tone firm.

The wind was blowing, and the figure soon recovered his composure. Finally, he began to drift away. The next moment, a burst of deafening laughter rang out, and the dark space began to shake.

Rumble…

There was a sound of something collapsing. At the same time, the black in the surroundings began to disappear while a mass of white light emerged in front of Bu Fang, becoming brighter and brighter until it finally completely blurred his eyes.

“Congratulations on resisting the temptation. There are no shortcuts in the world, even when you are only one step away from the top. From the moment you set foot on the path to becoming a God of Cooking, you are destined to be extraordinary. This is my last test for you. Good luck.”

The blurred figure disappeared completely, leaving only the rumbling sound. It took a while before Bu Fang gradually got used to the white light in front of him.

The light was soft, and the wind was blowing gently, comfortable like the touch of a lover. Bu Fang put his hands behind his back and glanced around. Ahead of him stood a cabin in the woods. He slowly walked toward it and pushed open the door. He was greeted by a rich aroma. Inside, there was a table, and on top of it was a dish that glowed goldenly.

Bu Fang sat down at the table, looked at the dish, and took a deep breath. As the aroma reached his nose and mouth, he felt as if he had been baptized. It was a simple dish, but it exuded something extraordinary.

He knew, by the light that flowed over the dish, that the ingredients used to cook it were of exceptional quality. Each of them was the essence of heaven and earth, the top-of-the-line ingredients. A dish cooked with such ingredients was stripped of pomp and circumstance and filled with a frightening essence.

‘Is this the final test given to me by the God of Cooking?’

Bu Fang studied the interior of the cabin. There was only a dining table, a chair, and a stove. Such an arrangement made him think of something. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the dish in front of him, then raised his hand, grabbed a pair of chopsticks, and picked up some of the dish. Its aroma made Bu Fang feel as if his soul was elevated. Slowly, he put the dish into his mouth and chewed it. The next moment, his pupils narrowed. “This… This is so delicious…”

Bu Fang’s eyes sparkled. He found it a little hard to believe. Did such a delicacy really exist in the world? He felt as if he was flying in space now, shuttling between countless planets and bathing in the purest aura of heaven and earth. He even had a feeling that he was the strongest person in the entire universe!

A God of Cooking’s dish!

Bu Fang was certain that the dish must have been cooked by the God of Cooking, for after eating it, his cultivation base began to soar, climbing from the realm of mortals to the realm of Saints of the Great Path in a flash. At that moment, he seemed to have thrown everything out of his mind.

He closed his eyes and felt the power surging in him. It was a long time before he let out a long breath and shook his head.

“This is the first time I’ve ever tasted a God of Cooking’s dish… It’s really incredible.”

This was not a pseudo-God of Cooking dish, but a real one. It was even more powerful than the Country Painting that Bu Fang used to suppress Soul God!

His eyes were filled with a complicated look. “But… I don’t feel any emotion in this dish. Is that the path you’ve chosen, God of Cooking?” He shook his head and sighed regretfully.

Suddenly, Bu Fang’s expression froze. “No…” He slowly opened his eyes, picked up some dish with his chopsticks again, and put it in his mouth. The cabin became very quiet, and the only sound was the rustling of leaves outside as the wind blew at them.

Bu Fang’s eyes were closed again. This time, he tasted something completely different…

A beautiful figure emerged in his mind. He did not know her, but he could feel her happiness from her smile. The dish did not only contain the Ruthless Path, it also included the Emotional Path. Only, this Emotional Path was bitter.

There was a trace of emotion in that ruthlessness. Was this the path the God of Cooking had chosen?

Bu Fang opened his eyes. A teardrop rolled down his cheek. He put down the chopsticks. At this moment, he seemed to hear a voice, as if someone was whispering a story to him, which made the sad look in his eyes grow deeper and deeper.

A long time later, Bu Fang sighed. There was a trace of emotion in the Ruthless Path. That was the God of Cooking’s path, and what he was trying to tell Bu Fang was obvious: this path did not work. It was through this path that the God of Cooking had met his demise.

The God of Cooking’s final test was for Bu Fang to cook a dish that suppressed his dish, otherwise Bu Fang would fail in the test. And the price of failure was to be completely wiped out. This was the punishment that both the System and the God of Cooking had set from the beginning.

Bu Fang did not flinch—he was not afraid. He stood up, walked step by step to the kitchen in the cabin, and grabbed a kitchen knife. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.