Chapter 1840 - Wandering at the End of Eternity (1/2)
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Nethery’s eyes were blank, as if her consciousness was being controlled or had sunk into the endless nothingness.
She was holding a black dagger. It was condensed by the power of curses, which gathered like poisonous insects on it and turned into a cold dagger.
She moved closer and closer to Bu Fang, intending to pierce his heart with the dagger. Once his heart was pierced, he would certainly die.
Bu Fang’s body was entangled in the power of curses and could not move. His face was exposed, but his eyes were closed. It was as if he was paralyzed by the power of darkness.
Nethery approached step by step. The dagger hovered in front of Bu Fang with its tip pressed against his chest.
“Yes… That’s it!”
The Queen of Curses’ body looked like a plume of smoke. Her eyeballs had turned completely black, and her black hair looked like squirming poisonous insects.
She leaned close to Nethery’s ear and whispered softly. Like a puppet who was being controlled, Nethery moved numbly.
The Queen of Curses’ resentment was extremely terrifying. It lingered between heaven and earth, causing the world to rumble.
Outside the Queen of Curses’ palace, no one knew what happened. They had no idea what was going on inside the palace. What Bu Fang would encounter after being pulled into the coffin, they could only wait to find out the answer.
Whitey had punched the coffin a few times but failed to break it, so it gave up and quietly sat down in front of the palace.
…
The black power of curses kept climbing up Bu Fang’s face. As the tip of the dagger neared, the power slowly spun and turned into a vortex, revealing the Vermilion Robe underneath it.
The dagger fell, and the power of curses dispersed. Finally, it touched the Vermilion Robe and cut through it.
The Queen of Curses’ icy laughter resounded between heaven and earth, her voice filled with deep resentment. She raised her hands and covered Nethery’s eyes.
“Child… push the dagger deeper and stab this chef through the heart. You will sever all emotions and become the supreme Queen of Curses…” the Queen of Curses’ whispers rang in Nethery’s ears.
Suddenly, the falling dagger froze. It could not continue to move forward any further.
The Queen of Curses was taken aback. She looked up at Bu Fang, who was wrapped in the power of curses.
Bu Fang’s eyes slowly opened, and the God of Cooking’s Eye burst into light.
“That gaze…”
The Queen paused for a few seconds, then she let out a shrill growl. Her voice seemed to cut the firmament and tear the vault of heaven.
The familiar gaze… made the Queen restless.
Rumble!
Bu Fang watched indifferently. The power of curses on him melted like snow and retreated. He raised his hand, and a bowl of fried rice slowly emerged in his palm.
The fried rice… was not cooked by him, but the one placed on the coffin.
“Have you tried it?” Bu Fang asked faintly as he looked at the Queen of Curses. His words were devoid of emotional fluctuations as if he was a ruthless judge.
This fried rice was a dish cooked for the Queen of Curses by the aging God of Cooking at the end of his life. What he was trying to say and express might already be hidden in this bowl of fried rice.
However, perhaps even the God of Cooking himself did not expect that the Queen of Curses would not eat the fried rice until she died.
“It’s that stinking chef’s dish… I will never eat it! I won’t eat it even if I die!”
The Queen of Curses flew rapidly like a fish between heaven and earth that belonged to her. This was the world inside the coffin, and it could be considered as the Queen of Curses’ spirit sea.
The power of curses in the surroundings was very strong. With Bu Fang’s current cultivation base, he could barely withstand it.
How did the Queen of Curses die, given her mighty cultivation base? Bu Fang did not know. However, after sensing her resentment, he thought he might know a little bit.
It was resentment that caused her death.
Although she had severed her seven emotions and chosen the Ruthless Path, she could not truly sever them. Therefore, she had brought ruin upon herself.
This was also the reason why she hated chefs. She did not understand why she could not cut off the last strand of emotion until her death.
Nethery stood numbly at where she was. Under the Queen of Curses’ control, she held the dagger and kept walking toward Bu Fang.
A flame began to burn on Bu Fang’s body. That was the divine fire. After Bu Fang stepped on the Emotional Path, the flame… became more and more simple as if it had turned into mortal fire.
However, it was worlds apart from mortal fire. The only way to feel its extraordinary power was perhaps to sense it personally.
Nethery held the dagger and slowly thrust it toward Bu Fang. The power of curses gathered behind her and turned into a huge cursed snake.
Roar!
The sound of growling rang out, and the whole space was trembling. Under Bu Fang’s feet, the soil tumbled and flew, while rubble rolled in all directions. A terrible aura seemed to dig three feet into the ground.
The dagger, wrapped in the huge snake, thrust toward Bu Fang to stab him through the heart. Surrounded by the power of the curses, Nethery seemed to have become… super fierce.
Of course, Bu Fang was very calm—his calmness and composure came from his heart. He raised his hand. A tiny flame was burning on his fingertip as he pointed it at the cursed snake’s head. It was as if he was pressing his fingertip against the tip of the dagger.
A scarlet drop of blood emerged.
The power of curses behind Nethery dispersed, and the cursed snake collapsed completely. Then, a bowl of steaming Dragon Blood Rice appeared. Bu Fang took it and waved it in front of Nethery.
“Do you want to eat?” Bu Fang asked.
The divine light in Nethery’s gaze seemed to be slowly coming back, and she could not stop nodding.
The corners of Bu Fang’s mouth lifted slightly. With a flick of his finger, the Dragon Blood Rice immediately flew into Nethery’s hand.
A clanging sound rang out. Nethery threw away the dagger, took the Dragon Blood Rice, and began to eat it. With every mouthful of rice she ate, part of the darkness on her subsided. Eventually, the resentment wrapped around her body dissipated.
“Is it good?” Bu Fang asked.
“Yes.” Nethery nodded.
Bu Fang patted Nethery on the head. Then, he turned to the Queen of Curses and said, “You… wanna try this?”
He lifted the bowl of fried rice cooked by the God of Cooking. What the God of Cooking wanted to say was probably all contained in it.
For a moment, the Queen of Curses was somewhat speechless as she watched Nethery eat with relish. Was her one thousand years of teaching no match for a bowl of Dragon Blood Rice?!
“For chefs, what we want to say doesn’t usually come out of our mouths. We say it more through our dishes,” Bu Fang said faintly.
He put his hands behind his back as he slowly walked toward the Queen of Curses.
“The emotions we want to convey will be expressed through the dishes, especially after taking the Emotional Path… What the God of Cooking wants to tell you is also in this dish. Do you really don’t want to know?” Bu Fang asked again.
With every step he took, the divine flame burned brighter and the power of curses backed off. This was the Queen of Curses’ home court, yet Bu Fang looked as casual as if he was at his own house.
“NO!”
The Queen of Curses hissed and roared. Her eyes were filled with resentment and grievance…