Gourmet of Another World
Chapter 1734: Bu Fang’s Strongest Trump Card

Chapter 1734: Bu Fang’s Strongest Trump Card

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Hold your mouth? Why does it sound so... weird?”

Many people had a strange look on their faces, but more were shocked.

Purple-haired Bu Fang appeared at Whitey’s side in a flash as if he had teleported. Whitey’s mechanical eyes, which had turned purple, rotated as it glanced at him, puzzled. It knew that the man in front of it was not Bu Fang, so it might not obey what he said.

That was how headstrong Whitey was.

“Don’t eat her. You will burst apart if you did... You’ve just evolved, so your body can’t absorb another marquis,” Bu Fang said with an evil smile, combing his purple hair with one hand.

“Also, if you eat her, you will likely provoke the Queen of Curses... Do you think Little Host can resist that mighty being with his current strength?” Qilin thought his analysis was almost perfect.

That gave Whitey pause. Its purple eyes flashed as if it was weighing the pros and cons. Eventually, it sighed, and the black hole in its round belly disappeared.

Marchioness Moti’s soul, which was being pulled by the great suction, felt the shackle on her was gone. She breathed a sigh of relief. With a lingering fear in her, she glanced at Whitey, then at Bu Fang.

She knew that she survived this time and that her opponent was afraid of the Queen of Curses. She gave Bu Fang a deep look with complex emotions in her eyes.

In fact, she was not sure if the Queen of Curses would make a move for her. In any case, she was kind of indebted to this chef this time. Without saying a word, she spun, turned into a stream of light, and sped away. She left the place in dejection.

None of the nobles of District B dared to breathe too loudly. What could they do when even two marquises had failed to stop the chef? They felt hopeless and could only watch as the chef fought all his way out of District B.

...

Marchioness Moti had a magnificent residence. As the leader of Blood Guards and the marquis of Void City, she had a great deal of vanity, and she had built herself a luxurious mansion to fulfill that. However, the residence was empty now.

Her soul drifted across the sky and landed in the residence. She had lost her fleshly body. It would take her countless years to construct herself a new body, and her cultivation base would be stuck at this level for a very long time. This was not good news to her.

Void City was a very competitive place. Anyone who fell behind here would be beaten up by others. If she failed to progress for a long time, she would likely end up a Chaotic Saint like that person in charge of the fighting pit. This was what she did not wish to see. Of course, being alive was already a good ending for her at this moment.

She sat cross-legged down in the mansion and began to slowly recover her strength. The power of curses spread and wrapped her up, restoring her strength.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes. There was a flicker of doubt in them. She looked into the distance, where the main door of the residence stood. It was shrouded in a chilly, dark atmosphere.

“Who goes there?” Marchioness Moti cried out in a cold voice, frowning. Although she was left with her soul, she still had the authoritative air she used to have.

As her voice echoed out, a hand appeared from the darkness and grabbed the door. It was covered with cold, black scales, which seemed to be writhing.

Marchioness Moti felt her heart jump up into her throat. She was in her weakest state now. She did not expect that someone would sneak into her residence at this moment.

The figure behind the door stepped forward. The next moment, it charged toward Marchioness Moti at top speed as if it had seen the most delicious food in the world.

She felt a shock of cold. In her soul form, she jumped up. The power of curses spread, turned into a black cursed snake, and rushed at the figure.

With a rumbling sound, the snake struck the figure. Countless black scales shot in all directions and blood spilled, but the figure ignored the curse power and continued charging at her.

She was weak now, but when her curse power erupted, she could still kill a Saint of the Great Path without any trouble. ‘Who is this stranger?!’ she screamed in her mind. The next moment, the head of a crocodile appeared in front of her.

“Ezra?! How dare you!”

Marchioness Moti saw the man, and she flew into a rage. In her soul form, she roared.

The curse power surged and impacted Ezra, making him bleed profusely as if he had just been fished out of a blood pool. However, the madness in his eyes did not fade away. He took a step forward.

The demonic black claws fell and grabbed Marchioness Moti’s soul. She howled miserably in an instant, and she felt as if her soul was about to be evaporated. It was an uncomfortable feeling that she could not describe with words.

“You... You’re a Soul Demon?!” she hissed, struggling to open her eyes.

The crocodile-headed Ezra opened his mouth and closed his jaws around Marchioness Moti’s soul. Then, one bite at a time, he tore the latter into pieces. The evil arm began to keep writhing, and Ezra, bathed in blood, fell to the ground.

“She truly is a marquis of Void City. Although she was in her weak soul form, she almost killed this fleshly body...”

Ezra’s eyes focused and flashed with a hint of cruelty. If Bu Fang were here, he would replace that look familiar because it was exactly the look in Heavengod Transmigration’s eyes. What was hidden inside the body of this evil, wild beast was Heavengod Transmigration’s soul.

After devouring the soul of a marquis, Ezra felt his power rise to another level. The arm was writhing as the old scales fell off, replaced by new scales. He knew very well the supreme power the arm possessed, and he was looking forward to using it very soon.

“Soon, I’ll be able to kill that stinking chef with a slap!”

Ezra stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. Then, he slowly disappeared.

...

A rumbling sound echoed out, and the whole Heaven and Earth Farmland shook violently. Even the water in the River of Life rose in huge waves.

Bu Fang cleared his throat and waved his hand. The pot had exploded once again, and it embarrassed him. Standing in front of the wooden hut and twisting his beard, Niu Hansan was lost in thought.

“There are too many powerful energies mixed together. Coupled with the surprise factor of the Fortune Flatbread, this Chaos Pot is too difficult to control...” Niu Hansan said. “But... There should be a medium that can control these violent energies...”

Bu Fang furrowed his brows as he looked at Niu Hansan. He had tried many times. He had mixed the Perishing Pot, the Crazy Sword Pot, the Fortune Flatbread, the Soul Demon meatball, the Explosive Meatball, and many other ingredients together, then stabilized them with all kinds of Gourmet Arrays. However, all his attempts had ended up with the explosion of the pot.

However, he was pleased to know that the power of this Chaos Pot, which was the combination of many dishes, was extremely terrifying. If the farmland were not Bu Fang’s world, it would have been reduced to ruins.

Niu Hansan pondered for a long time. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. “Owner Bu, add the Divine Seal Dumpling into the mixture... Divide the energies according to a ratio of one to nine. Also, include the Chaotic Energy as well,” he said excitedly to Bu Fang.

That gave Bu Fang pause. He nodded, then mixed the dishes once again according to Niu Hansan’s instruction. This time, he added the Divine Seal Dumpling and Chaotic Energy, then baked the mixture with the divine flame, controlling the temperature so that the energies could merge gently.

Rumble...

Bu Fang’s eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the huge mass of energies in his hand, which appeared like a golden bun. A strange fragrance was wafting out of it.

“It seems... It seems to have become much more stable!” Bu Fang said, surprised.

“Looks like that method works. If nothing goes wrong, the Chaos Pot of Creation can be used now...” Niu Hansan breathed a sigh of relief. Obviously, he was not too sure either.

Bu Fang looked at the golden Chaos Pot. Although it was flowing calmly, the energy inside the pot was extremely terrifying. The things gathered in this pot were powerful enough to destroy half of a universe.

No matter it was the Perishing Pot or the Crazy Sword Pot, as they were cooked by Bu Fang with his current strength, their power was not weaker than the attack of a Saint of the Great Path. One could only imagine the power of a mixture of so many dishes.

In fact, he might not be able to succeed if he did not have the Gourmet Arrays and Chaotic Energy. Even so, he had been hit by the explosion of the pot many times. Had he not become much stronger, he might have become the only host who lost his life for the science of cuisines.

Bu Fang toyed the golden Chaos Pot delightfully. From today on, this would be his strongest trump card. He put away the pot with satisfaction and praised Niu Hansan. After cooking a delicious meal for everyone, he left the farmland.

Outside, the battle was long over. When Bu Fang returned to his body, Qilin had gone back to his spirit sea and was fast asleep, and he found that he was lying on Shrimpy’s back.

Noticing that he had awakened, Whitey rotated its mechanical eyes and glanced at him. Foxy, on the other hand, jumped on his shoulder and kept shouting as if she was telling him her achievement in the battle.

Bu Fang rubbed the little fox’s head, then turned, looked at Whitey, and asked, “What happened to your eyes, Whitey? How did they turn purple?” Because he was in the farmland, he knew nothing about Whitey’s transformation.

Whitey scratched its round head with a huge hand and said nothing. Bu Fang did not press the question any further.

The nobles in the surroundings had disappeared, and so did the two marquises. The end of District B loomed just ahead of them. It was a huge wall, so tall that Bu Fang could not see its top. Fortunately, there was a small gate at its foot. The gate was small when compared to the immense wall, but in fact, it was huge for Bu Fang.

Bu Fang, Whitey, and Foxy came up to the gate. He lifted a hand, rested it on the gate, and pushed. The gate opened with a creak, and bright light erupted from behind it.

Behind this gate was District A, the heart of Void City and the place where the Cursed Goddesses lived. Bu Fang finally stepped into this district.