Chapter 1839 - The God of Cooking and the Queen of Curses (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Everyone was astonished by the sudden change. It never occurred to them that such an unforeseen event would happen!

A great force had exploded out of the coffin and pulled Bu Fang into it. Was that the Queen’s will?

The expressions of Lord Dog, Er Ha, Mu Hongzi, and the others all changed drastically. They tried to approach the coffin, but a great force isolated it from them.

Whitey leaped into the air. Its golden mechanical eyes burst with blinding light as it smashed its huge palm down at the Queen of Curses’ palace. However, its strength, which could strip Soul God’s scaly armor, was blocked by the power of curses that was pouring down!

“What a pure power of the curses…”

The three dukes exclaimed with emotions as they sensed the power. It was so pure that they could not help but marvel at it. They had only ever felt this degree of power from the Queen of Curses.

“It’s the Queen of Curses!”

“Is the Queen of Curses really going to wake up?”

“This is great! Under the leadership of the Queen, Void City is going to rise to a greater height!”

The dukes, counts, and nobles were all surprised. However, their surprise did not last long. What just happened had left many people in contemplation.

Bu Fang was pulled into the coffin. It meant that what happened inside… was not too good. What really happened in the coffin? Many people’s faces were cloudy.

Rumble!

Whitey’s strength was extremely formidable. As someone who could fight head-to-head with Soul God, it was definitely one of the strongest existences in the universe. However, it was unable to break the blockade of this cursed power.

…

Bu Fang opened his mouth and spat out a chain of bubbles. He felt as if he had sunk to the bottom of the sea. The suffocating feeling of water pressure pressing against his chest made him frown.

Rumble!

Suddenly, he found that his body was falling rapidly toward the bottom of the sea. A loud boom then rang out, and a cloud of rolling smoke and dust surged between heaven and earth.

The surroundings changed again. Bu Fang landed on the ground. Around him was barren land, and the air was filled with strong resentment and hatred… This feeling made Bu Fang very uncomfortable.

There was a cabin in the distance. Bu Fang put his hands behind his back and walked toward it.

He was not afraid. After all, with his current cultivation base, he had nothing to fear except Ancestral-God-level existences. This was the confidence given by his formidable strength.

He walked toward the cabin. Soon, he approached it and pushed the door open.

This place might well be the world inside the coffin. Based on the aura that just exploded out, it was likely that the Queen of Curses had mutated…

Bu Fang glanced around and did not see Nethery. He continued to walk inside.

It was a very dilapidated wooden cabin with signs of ruin everywhere. But Bu Fang could tell that someone had lived here in the past.

He continued to look around. Soon, he noticed something strange.

Everything inside the cabin was drawn with a cold vertical line. It was as if everything was split in half. The table, chairs, broken porcelain bowls and plates, walls, windows, floor… Everything had a vertical line on it.

Bu Fang frowned. He reached out a hand and placed it on the table. The ancient table was covered with dust. As he ran his hand across it, a thick layer of dust immediately collected on his fingertips. It was very dirty.

His power surged. The dust on his fingertips disappeared, and his hand was clean once again. As a chef who was a little obsessed with cleanliness, Bu Fang had not abandoned this habit even after he had grown to this level.

He slowly walked in the cabin with his hands clasped behind him. Suddenly, he stopped as he noticed that someone seemed to be watching him stealthily.

He released his mental force, but it was filled and enveloped by the strong power of the curses. The sticky feeling and unpleasant sensation made Bu Fang withdraw his mental force.

Where was this place? What exactly did the Queen of Curses drag him here for?

Suddenly, there was a faint creaking sound from one of the upstairs doors. Bu Fang frowned and walked upstairs.

When he mounted the stairs, he was a little worried that the old, broken steps would collapse under his weight. However, his fear was clearly misplaced.

He came to the second floor. In the distance, a shadow seemed to vanish in a flash. Bu Fang followed. It was as if the shadow was luring him, but Bu Fang did not mind. He just followed in silence, slowly walking down the corridor.

For some reason he did not know, the corridor became extremely long. Its walls were covered with scrolls of painting, which were split in half by vertical lines as well.

Finally, Bu Fang found that he had come to the end of the corridor.

A woman was standing quietly there, as if she was only there waiting for him. Before Bu Fang could say anything, she turned, opened the door, and stepped inside…

The door was closed with a crash.

Rumble…

The moment the door was closed, the entire cabin began to decay and tremble. Bu Fang found that the floor beneath him began to crack, while white bugs were flying out of it.

His pupils narrowed, and he looked up at the door at the end of the corridor. Without hesitation, he ran toward it.

He was very fast. In almost just a flash, he came before the door, reached out his hand, and grabbed the handle.

Creak…

The door opened abruptly, and everything in front of him disappeared.

…

The grass was swaying, and birds were flying.

Bu Fang found that the scenery behind the door was completely different.

A lush field of grass spread as far as his eyes could see, and some of the young leaves still had droplets of water clinging to them.

In the distance was a luxuriant forest, and some lazy spirit beasts could be seen crawling on the trees. The atmosphere was peaceful, and the color was warm, gentle to the heart.

The distant mountains were turquoise, and the sky was azure blue. They looked just like gemstones.

A small river slowly flowed past the front door. The water was so clear that Bu Fang seemed to see fishes swimming inside.

The cabin sat quietly in the distance. Its appearance looked exactly the same as the one just now, but… its style was completely different.

The cabin just now looked like a haunted house, but this one… was extremely gentle and filled with peace.

‘So this is the correct way of opening it…’ The corners of Bu Fang’s mouth lifted slightly. ‘Perhaps… The secrets are inside this cabin.’

Bu Fang walked toward it. The cabin’s door opened by itself as if it was welcoming him. He hesitated for a while before stepping inside.

He was greeted by a rich aroma of dishes. A look of doubt came into his eyes.

The interior of the cabin was decorated in a cozy way, with plants and hanging baskets. There seemed to be a figure busy working in the kitchen.

Bu Fang frowned and walked toward the kitchen.

“You’re back? Sit down and have dinner,” a female voice rang out of the kitchen.

Bu Fang was taken aback. He turned and looked over.

‘Hmm? Nethery?’

The person in the kitchen was none other than Nethery.

‘Nethery is cooking? Are you kidding me?’

The corners of Bu Fang’s mouth twitched.

“Go wash your hands. Dinner is about to be ready.” Nethery’s voice rang out of the kitchen again.

Bu Fang was stunned as he found his body moving uncontrollably toward the bathroom. After washing his hands, he sat quietly at the table, waiting for the dishes.

An aroma pervaded the air. It was very rich and intoxicating.

Bu Fang’s brows furrowed. The aroma seemed to be suffused with a feeling that made his soul shudder.

The next moment, Nethery walked out of the kitchen. She was dressed like a housewife.

Bu Fang froze. Looking at Nethery, he found that this woman looked like Nethery, but at the same time, she did not look like her… Their temperaments were completely different. Besides… How could Nethery possibly cook?

A few dishes were set on the table: a red-braised fish, a bowl of soup, and a plate of vegetables. The dishes were simple, but they looked like a home-cooked meal.

Bu Fang did not speak and just ate quietly. The dishes were delicious. Even with his discerning eyes, he could not find any fault in them.

And they contained rich emotions, which… Bu Fang could not learn.

Nethery put down her bowl and chopsticks and looked at Bu Fang with a smile.

‘Is that a smile? Nethery is smiling at me?’ The corner of Bu Fang’s mouth twitched.

“Isn’t this a wonderful way to spend your days? Why don’t we live like this for the rest of our lives?” Nethery said.

Bu Fang looked as if he had just seen a ghost. Was that something Nethery would say? Things were not quite right.

And what appalled Bu Fang even more was that he actually spoke, but… the voice was not his.

“Seeking the true Cooking Path has always been my goal. I’m only one step away from it. You should be supporting me.”

A somewhat ancient voice came out of Bu Fang’s mouth. He was sure that it was not his voice. Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he seemed to think of something.

Could it be that… At this moment, Bu Fang was watching what had happened from the God of Cooking’s point of view?

“Then what is your Cooking Path? Is it the ruthless one or the emotional one? To reach the pinnacle, you have to be ruthless… Can you do that?” Nethery put down her chopsticks and demanded in a hurried voice.

“I believe I can step on the pinnacle with the Emotional Path…” said the God of Cooking. There was a note of confidence in his voice.