Gourmet of Another World

1200 Knock All Down with A Wok

The Abyss was in the center of the floating island. It looked like a giant cut made by a sharp sword, with steep cliffs on both sides.

A city shrouded in wind and sand crowded close around the Abyss. It was built on top of the sand and took on an earthy yellow color, giving off an air of dilapidation. There were no tall buildings here, and the walls that surrounded the city were covered with marks left behind by swords, claws, and knives.

The run-down city was now bustling with activities. Its streets were packed with people, and its air was filled with noises.

There was a simple square in the center of the city, left behind by experts of the yesteryears. It was crowded, overflowing with colorful light and noises, the mixture of cooking and cheering.

Realm Lord Di Tai and City Lord Meng Qi walked somewhat embarrassingly through the square, showered in strange glances. Obviously, the people here were curious that they managed to arrive at the Abyss safely.

"It's been a while, my lord."

The crowd parted as a man walked slowly toward them. He was Ying Ya. He, too, was surprised that the realm lord was here.

'Is this guy a cockroach? Why is he still alive? If the information is not wrong, at least three teams were sent to kill them, one from the Nether Chefs, one from the Horned Demons, and one from the Shadow Demons... And each was led by a Little Saint. Forces like that are not something the Immortal Cooking Realm could resist...' he thought.

Realm Lord Di Tai gave Ying Ya a deep look. He felt a rush of anger building up inside him. Had it not been for Bu Fang and Nethery, they would have been killed by those ruthless attackers. This Qilin Chef Feast could be said to be a trap set against him. Of course, he was also aware that he wasn't formidable enough for them to purposely throw a feast just to kill him. They just took the opportunity to lure him over. In any case, he was still very angry.

However, now that he had arrived here, he believed that they would not assault him again. Although the people of the Nether Prison were shameless, they would not want to mess up the feast.

Ying Ya had indeed given up the intention to kill Realm Lord Di Tai now. He wanted to see how strong the Qilin Chef of the Immortal Cooking Realm was.

'Didn't that genius of the Nine Revolution Nether Chef Clan say he wanted to compete with this fellow? Well, they can fight each other. In any case, I'll not let any of them have the Divine Chef's legacy,' he thought.

He didn't look at this fellow from the Immortal Cooking Realm as his opponent. They were not on the same level as the Nether Chef, who he considers his competitor, so he didn't have to worry.

In the distance, the genius Nether Chef was looking at them, holding a glass with crimson wine. As if he could hear Ying Ya's thought, he smiled faintly and took a drink.

"Please excuse me, my lord. I've something to attend to. I wish you the best of luck," Ying Ya said with a smile. After that, he turned and left with Liu Ya.

Realm Lord Di Tai squinted at their backs and clenched his fists. He swore that he must obtain the Divine Chef's legacy. The Immortal Cooking Realm was in urgent need of a Divine Chef. Besides... if he didn't obtain it, Bu Fang's sacrifice would be wasted.

…

Meanwhile, in the dark, damp cave...

Icy water dripped down from the ceiling and fell into a small pit in a rock.

Standing straight like a spear, Bu Fang slowly enveloped the whole cave with his divine perception. After cultivating the mental force control techniques for so long, his divine perception had reached a very strong level. His mental force was strong to begin with, but he lacked the right technique to release it.

In his divine perception, he found a group of experts lying in ambush outside the cave. They came from the Abyss, he knew. Bu Fang had a conflict with the Abyss City's law enforcers not too long ago, so he was very familiar with this kind of auras. These were the auras of law enforcers.

Among them was a One-revolution Little Saint. Although he was much weaker than those Judges, he was still a Little Saint.

Bu Fang had no good impression on law enforcers. They were a group of arrogant men who loved to kill and had no respect for others' lives. They were exactly the same kind of people as those Judges, and just like what he felt with the latter, he had an impulse to wipe them out here and now. However, he needed to figure out the reason for them lying in ambush here.

This should be a law enforcement team. It consisted of three half-step Saints and dozens of Nine-star True Immortals, and was led by a Little Saint, which made it as strong as the Nether Prison teams that had assaulted them in the void.

He retracted his divine perception. Then, his mental force poured out like water and wrapped him from top to bottom like a layer of silk, isolating him from any divine senses.

The law enforcers were hiding in different spots. It would be more difficult for Bu Fang to act if they were all in one spot, but since they were scattered...

He would need to use some real tricks to deal with a half-step Saint, but these Nine-star True Immortals were easier to deal with. He could just knock them down with a wok.

A Nine-star True Immortal sat cross-legged on a boulder. His eyes were closed as if he was resting. Suddenly, he felt a sense of dread, which made his heart shiver and his eyes flick open.

"Who goes there?!" he cried out and glanced around, jumping to his feet.

Bu Fang looked somewhat embarrassingly at the expert. He didn't expect that this guy would have such a keen sense.

"Trying to sneak up on me? You're courting death!" the Nine-star True Immortal snapped in a cold voice and was about to release his aura. Bu Fang's appearance in the cave meant that their hiding spot had been exposed, so he had to kill him as soon as possible, then inform his leader and change their hiding spot. Otherwise, it would mess up the Great Judge's plan.

Bu Fang's face grew cold. He realized that he didn't have the talent to be an assassin. However, that didn't matter at all. His goal was to become the God of Cooking who topped the food chain of this fantasy world.

Well, maybe a violent God of Cooking.

He had decided to knock these people all down with a wok.

The moment the Nine-star True Immortal moved, Bu Fang threw a Divine Seal Dumpling at him.

In a fight, when you were on full alert and your opponent suddenly threw a dumpling at you, your first reaction would surely be... confused. One would try to avoid it, but it would already be too late.

"Explode," Bu Fang murmured the word under his breath.

The next moment, a wash of blinding light erupted from the dumpling and engulfed the True Immortal. His eyes narrowed in an instant, and he found he could not utter a sound.

'What kind of evil magic is this?! That dumpling is a... weapon?!'

A pang of fear welled up in his heart as he realized that he was completely frozen. The feeling made him desperate, and he tried hard to struggle out of the feeling, but soon he saw a black wok that kept growing larger and larger in his eyes...

BAM!

With his defense weakened by the dumpling, the wok knocked him in the face and threw him to the ground.

Bu Fang breathed a sigh of relief, walked up to the True Immortal, grabbed his hand, and dragged him into the darkness.

Although Bu Fang had been careful not to make any noise, the law enforcement team was still alerted after the True Immortal was knocked out.

At the top of a mountain where wind and sand kept blowing, a Little Saint slowly opened his eyes. For a moment, the world seemed to have darkened. He opened his mouth and sent a voice transmission to a half-step Saint in the distance, "We have a bug in the team. Kill it before it ruins the Great Judge's plan."

The next moment, a half-step Saint soared into the sky, nodded at the Little Saint, and sped toward the spot where the True Immortal was knocked out.

The Nine-star True Immortal gradually woke up, and then his eyes grew as big as plates.

"Tell me the purpose of you laying in ambush here," Bu Fang asked indifferently with his hands clasped behind his back as he stared at the expert.

"You will never know anything about our plan! You're dead! How dare you interfere with our plan!" The True Immortal sneered as soon as he saw Bu Fang, as if he was looking at a dead man.

Bu Fang frowned, then sighed. "Fine. Let me ask you another question..."

"You may ask, but I may not answer," the True Immortal sneered again.

BAM!

A black wok smashed him on the head. He was struck dumb instantly.

"Don't interrupt. Shut your mouth before I ask you to talk." Bu Fang gave him a sideways glance with the Black Turtle Constellation Wok in one hand.

The law enforcer's face flushed with anger. "You can kill me any way you like, but you cannot humiliate me! I'm a law enforcer!" he roared.

BAM!

What he got was another smash on the head.

"I've asked you to shut up! Why can't you just listen to me?!"

"I... I'm a law enforcer—"

BAM!

"What's so great about a law enforcer? I dare you to say that again!"

"I—"

BAM!

"I really admire your courage..." Bu Fang calmly gave the True Immortal another smash, causing blood to spray out of his head.

The law enforcer looked desperate and indignant. 'Fine! I'll just shut up!' he screamed in his mind. He had never met someone like this before. 'What's wrong with him? Why can't I talk? Does he have to smash me with a black wok?!'

"I know that it is part of the Judges plan that you are all lying in ambush here. Now tell me, where are the Judges?" Bu Fang asked in a faint voice.

The True Immortal, with a few lumps on his head, stared at Bu Fang with wide eyes. "What do you want with the Judges?"

'This guy didn't kidnap me to destroy the team but to look for the Judges? What exactly is he trying to do?'

"To kill them," said Bu Fang with the wok in one hand.

'To kill them?' The law enforcer paused for a moment, then his eyes narrowed. 'The weakest Judge is a Two-revolution Little Saint, and this young man is just a Nine-star True Immortal. Does he think that he can kill the Judges with some peculiar tricks? His head must be very ill...'

Bu Fang had just finished speaking and the law enforcer had yet to reply when a terrible aura approached at high speed.

He frowned. With a thought, an array appeared in the air, where Whitey emerged.

"You want to kill the Judges? Who do you think you are?" a cold voice mixed with a hint of contempt drifted into the cave.

In the blink of an eye, a half-step Saint approached, thrusting a long black knife at Bu Fang. The blade whistled as it slashed through the air.

The law enforcer, who was badly wounded by Bu Fang's wok, cried out excitedly, "My lord! Save me!"

BAM!

"Didn't I ask you to shut up? Why aren't you listening to me?" Bu Fang gave him a sideways glance.

The True Immortal had a bitter look on his face. 'Fine, I'll shut up! However... Since my lord is here, it means that the others already know what happened here. Soon, you will face the anger of the whole law enforcement team! And once I'm freed... I'll kill you with a black wok!'

RUMBLE!

Lightning flashed in the cave while a powerful energy fluctuation spread. The next moment, dust and smoke dispersed.

The law enforcer's eyes shrank. He saw a huge metal puppet in the distance, holding a fiery red iron stick which pierced through the half-step Saint's head.

Blood gushed out of the half-step Saint's head like a fountain.

A half-step Saint was killed by the metal puppet summoned by the young man?!

At that moment, the Little Saint sitting cross-legged on the mountaintop narrowed his eyes and rose to his feet.

"How dare you kill the half-step Saint of my law enforcement team... You're courting death! Attention, everyone, kill this bug now!"

His cold voice tore through the air.