Chapter 1821 - Who Dares Call Himself Cooking God? (2/2)

Flowery, however, shook her head and fixed her eyes firmly at the closed door of the palace. She waited for three days and three nights. Finally, when she was about to leave in despair, the door opened slightly, and an arm that seemed to be the most perfect one in the world stretched out from it.

“Give it to me.” Nethery’s cold voice rang out.

Flowery’s face lit up. With a shake of her hand, the bowl of fried rice flew out from the lunch box and landed in that perfect hand, which brought it back inside. After a long time, a terrifying aura erupted from the palace.

Looking at the tightly closed door, Cursey sighed. “I really don’t know if this is a blessing or a curse…” she murmured.

Nethery was at a critical juncture to inherit the Queen of Curses’ legacy, but she was distracted and came out to get a takeaway. No one knew if this would cause her to fail.

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Four almighty experts sat cross-legged above the majestic Hangu Pass, suppressing a terrible being. Countless arrays filled the starry sky in front of them, and every star here contained lethal power.

Tongtian’s face was cold as he maintained the operation of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Array and the Ten Thousand Immortals Array. Yuanshi Tianzun held the Pangu Axe and was constantly building new arrays.

Lady Nuwa, on the other hand, fed the energy of her seven-colored divine stone into these arrays and kept them running. Next to them, a Buddha was chanting. Above him, a huge bell rumbled from time to time.

In the distance, a dish floated quietly in the starry sky, surrounded by countless arrays.

Suddenly, Tongtian flicked open his eyes. They shone blindingly as he found that a corner of the pseudo-God of Cooking dish, which was suppressing Soul God, was missing. It was as if someone had taken a bite of it. A shock of chill went through him in an instant.

“Dammit… That guy is starting to struggle!”

Yuanshi Tianzun, Lady Nuwa, and the Buddha all opened their eyes.

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In an ordinary city on Planet Immortality, a young man began to rise slowly. He was very low-key, yet no one dared to mess with him.

The first year the youth came to the city, he opened an ordinary restaurant, and its business was booming. In the second year, the restaurant had become a place of royal concern, and no one dared to make trouble inside.

In the third year, the number one expert of the city came to the restaurant to cause trouble, but he was suppressed by the owner with just a wave of a hand. From then on, no one dared to mess with the restaurant. Even the royal family treated it with courtesy.

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Dressed in a white robe, Bu Fang closed the door of the restaurant and put up a closed sign, then returned upstairs. He did not sleep, however, but quietly sat cross-legged down and began his daily cultivation.

As he breathed, he absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth with astonishing speed. His body was glowing with a faint light. In just three years, his cultivation base had climbed by leaps and bounds. It had now reached the level of an Earth Immortal, just one step away from becoming a Heaven Immortal. In Bu Fang’s opinion, it was all well deserved.

After Bu Fang and Whitey were gone from Planet Immortality, many immortals also left, but there were still many experts who stayed behind. However, these immortals could not sense Bu Fang, who was slowly rising, at all. It was as if he had jumped out of heaven and earth and was growing quietly.

In the fifth year, Bu Fang frequently closed the restaurant. He left the planet and walked among the starry sky. He would linger among the dead stars, extracting a little essence each time. In the tenth year, he could not remember how many stars he had visited and how much essence he had extracted.

In the hundredth year, a ray of light ripped through Planet Immortality’s atmosphere and landed in the city. When it faded away, a man with eyebrows as sharp as swords and eyes shining like stars was revealed.

Dugu Wushuang had become a half-step Sacred Realm expert. His aura was a lot more ethereal and very strong, and the sword intent emanating from him threatened to shatter the sky. His eyes were calm, cool, and indifferent, as if he had seen through the vanity of the mortal world.

He reached a bottleneck, and because of missing the old days, he returned to this planet. He went to the old restaurant, but it had disappeared. It was taken away by someone with great power, leaving nothing behind but an empty piece of land. Though a hundred years had passed, no one in the city dared to encroach on this piece of land.

Wushuang knew that the cow had taken the restaurant and moved it to the Great Tianyuan World. According to him, it was Bu Fang’s world, the only great world he left behind.

He would occasionally go there for vacation. The spiritual energy in that world was rich, and the scenery was beautiful. He liked it very much there. Most importantly, he could feel Bu Fang’s aura in the Great Tianyuan World.

Nowadays, he was considered to be standing at the top of this universe. However, he would never forget that he owed everything to that man.

He walked through the city. Everything here had become strange to him. To a mortal, a hundred years was a lifetime. All that was left of the once-famous Wushuang Sword God were vague records of his deeds in the legend.

As he walked down the street, Wushuang had a nostalgic look on his face. In those five hundred years, he had often followed that man walking like this.

“Hurry up! The Cooking God is open for business again! We need to get there as quickly as possible before all the tables are taken!”

“What? The Cooking God’s restaurant is open for business again?”

“You bet! I’m certain that the Cooking God is an immortal. My dad told me that the restaurant had been in the town when he was still wearing open-backed pants!”

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Wushuang was feeling the aura of the busy city with his hands behind his back and his eyes closed when he suddenly heard those conversations. That stunned him.

“The Cooking God? This guy is really bold. Back then, even Bu Fang didn’t dare call himself Cooking God. Who is this arrogant guy?”

His face was expressionless, and the sword at his back began to shake.