Gourmet of Another World - Chapter 1831

Chapter 1831: The Man With His Own Background Music

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“I planted a seed and it fruited… Tomorrow’s gonna be a great day…”

Bu Fang was very satisfied with his work. Looking at the planets where the flowers bloomed, he could not help but sing a little song. He had accidentally developed the hobby of singing when he was a mortal. He did not sing well, but he was not singing for others. He sang for himself when he was happy.

In the distance, many Soul Overlords’ eyes widened with rage.

“What has that damn chef done?!”

“I can’t believe he actually planted flowers in our universe!”

“This is a blatant affront to the Soul Demon Universe’s dignity!”

They were the high and mighty Soul Demons—they could not allow someone to humiliate them like this!

The strongest Great Soul Overlord roared. Suddenly, a terrifying blast of energy exploded out of his body and knocked Whitey flying away. The metal puppet looked a bit confused. Hovering in midair, it rubbed its hands, its mechanical eyes flashing.

The fact that Whitey had faced all the enemies alone without showing signs of being defeated had shocked these Soul Overlords.

“Damn chef! You have sealed Lord Soul God… and now you are here to attack our universe! We, the Soul Demons, will fight you to the death!”

The strongest Great Soul Overlord shrieked, fuming. For a moment, his aura reached a new height. As he had struggled free of Whitey’s grip, he sped toward Bu Fang. Several planets were hit by him and exploded, but he ignored them. He saw only Bu Fang in his savage eyes—he wanted to rip this chef into pieces!

“Die!”

Wushuang’s face flickered. He gave a roar, grabbed his iron sword, and slashed it out. However, his foe was too fearsome. Facing the expert who had reached the perfected level, he felt as if he was about to be wiped out in a flash. His sword energy was dispersed before it could even get close.

The pressure he was facing was too strong. It made him breathless, and he felt like coughing up blood. He even felt that his body was about to break apart. Fortunately, the feeling did not last for too long, for Bu Fang had finally made a move.

At some point, Bu Fang had appeared behind him and rested a hand on his shoulder. Just like that, the terrifying pressure disappeared as if it was blown away by a gust of wind. The feeling was indeed amazing. Wushuang glanced over his shoulder at Bu Fang. ‘I didn’t know His Excellency is so strong!’ he thought to himself.

Bu Fang glanced at Wushuang and said nothing. Although this strongest Great Soul Overlord was slightly weaker than his predecessor, he was still the top expert of the Soul Demon Universe. So Bu Fang did not take him lightly.

He flipped his hand, and a dish immediately emerged on his palm. It gave off a delicious aroma while exuding a strange fluctuation of the Chaotic Energy.

Wushuang’s pupils narrowed slightly. “What… What is this?”

“The Chaos Pot… You’ll know what it is later,” Bu Fang said lightly. With a flick of his finger, the pot flew away, turning into a stream of light as it approached the strongest Great Soul Overlord at great speed.

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A thousand years ago, the Chaos Pot was already Bu Fang’s trump card. Now, many years had passed, and Bu Fang had gone through the journey of retiring as a mortal. He also passed the God of Cooking’s test and walked a long way down the Emotional Path. As a result, the Chaos Pot had transformed. It looked simple, but it contained a great terror.

The strongest Great Soul Overlord did not take the pot that was flying toward him seriously. He opened his mouth and roared, trying to send the pot away with the airwave generated by his sound.

Unfortunately, not only was the pot not blown away by him, it even flew directly into his mouth the moment he opened it. That stunned him. He clutched his throat and roared in horror.

Bu Fang took Wushuang and teleported to a planet that was full of blooming flowers.

“Your Excellency…” Wushuang opened his mouth.

“Shh… Be quiet and enjoy the fireworks,” Bu Fang said.

In the starry sky, Whitey fixed its flashing mechanical eyes at the strongest Great Soul Overlord as he struggled wildly. The next moment, a loud boom rang out, and his body began to burst apart. A brilliant explosion swept across the void in an instant, illuminating everything.

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Wushuang watched with a blank face. The starry night sky was filled with beautiful multicolor light like the aurora. The sight was so stunning that he almost forgot to breathe. Holding the iron sword and looking up at the light show, he felt peace inside.

‘It turns out that His Excellency… is so fearsome.’

The other Great Soul Overlords were terrified. They could not believe that the strongest among them was killed just like that.

A huge chunk of Great Soul Overlord meat, still wrapped in shells, fell rapidly from the sky and crashed onto the planet. Bu Fang walked unhurriedly toward it, ripped the shells, and collected the tender flesh beneath.

“These are all top ingredients of the universe. Although a real God of Cooking can cook the most delicious delicacies with just ordinary ingredients, supreme-grade ingredients could produce a different kind of taste,” Bu Fang said.

Wushuang stood to the side and watched as Bu Fang rolled up his sleeves and collected the Soul Overlord meat in the ruins.

With the strongest foe defeated, Whitey began to clean up the battlefield in the starry sky. A beam of golden light seemed to shoot into the depths of the universe, and whenever it swept across the void, it blew a Great Soul Overlord apart.

As these top experts burst into pieces, the other Soul Demons chose to flee the universe. With the arrival of the few bullies, the nest of the Soul Demons was no longer safe now. They hastily summoned spatial passages, jumped inside, and disappeared.

A few seriously injured Great Soul Overlords managed to escape, but most of them were killed by Whitey. One Soul Overlord after another exploded in the starry sky and bloomed like dazzling fireworks. As for those weaker Soul Demons, Whitey did not kill them but locked them up. It would let Bu Fang decide what to do with them.

Whitey descended onto the planet, its body steaming and its mechanical eyes flashing. It had a great time fighting those Soul Demons. At this moment, Bu Fang had finished collecting the ingredients. He rolled down his sleeves and came up to the puppet.

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“The fight is over?” Bu Fang asked.

Whitey nodded. The corners of Bu Fang’s mouth lifted slightly as he looked up at the starry sky, where countless Soul Demons were flying wildly. Those were all common Soul Demons who Whitey had spared for Bu Fang to handle. In fact, it was very simple for it to finish them. All it took was just an energy beam.

Bu Fang patted Whitey’s belly. “It’s fine. I’ll handle them.” He glanced at the Soul Demons in the sky, then took out a kitchen knife, a black wok, a stove, and began to cook. A few moments later, he had prepared a dish.

He locked the tens of thousands of Soul Demons in a tiny, broken planet. The dish descended and hovered over it, its aroma pouring down like a waterfall and enveloping the celestial body. None of the demons could break through the barrier. In other words, they were imprisoned on the planet.

Without human beings, these Soul Demons could not evolve. And when they could not evolve, they did not have enough strength to break the barrier of the dish. Perhaps this was the best ending for them.

Besides, as the dish rotated, these Soul Demons’ sinful energy was being constantly purified by its power. They turned into the purest energy and channeled into the universe, providing an energy source for the new lives.

Wushuang looked respectfully at Bu Fang. He thought using the Soul Demons this way was better than killing them. With the energy source they provided, prosperity and stability might return to this universe in the near future, and new life might spring up again.

Soul Demons destroyed and devoured lives, but in the end, they became the energy source for the new lives. This was indeed a brilliant solution.

“The Soul Demon Universe was once a prosperous and thriving universe,” Bu Fang said. “It’s a reincarnation of sorts.” He shook his head and sighed with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes. To him, this might be redemption.

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In the Celestial Court over the Ninth Heaven, the immortals and deities fell into ranks to welcome the arrival of many almighty experts. The Feast of Peaches would be held today.

Clad in armor and holding his halberd, Yang Jian was in charge of the feast’s security. The banquet was the grandest one in millions of years, for the guests were not limited to the almighty experts of the Celestial Court. Those from the Chaotic Universe, the various planets in the Primitive Universe, and Void City were also invited. Therefore, he dared not to be careless.

The Celestial Emperor had attached great importance to the banquet.

A rumbling sound could be heard as a terrifying aura approached from a distance. Then, a colossal Buddha flew up the Ninth Heaven, shrank, and turned into a kind monk with a tiny bell hanging from his neck. Chanting, he stepped through the Celestial Court’s main gates, followed by many Buddhas and Arhats.

“Greetings, Lord Buddha!” Yang Jian hurriedly cupped his fist.

The Buddha smiled, nodded at Yang Jian, and stepped inside. The next moment, a sharp sword descended and turned into Tongtian. His aura was so sharp that it kept ripping the nearby void.

“Welcome, Sect Leader…”

Yang Jian greeted respectfully again. The Celestial Hound lay on the ground and dared not move. These figures were the top almighty experts of the Primitive Universe.

Tongtian was followed by ten thousand immortals. It was truly a grand banquet, and the arrival of the other almighty experts, including Lady Nuwa and Yuanshi Tianzun, made it even more ceremonious than it had ever been. And this was only the beginning.

Outside the Heavenly Gates, a black dog had arrived, strutting his elegant cat-like steps. The flow of time around him seemed to be very slow. He was Heavengod Time from the Chaotic Universe!

Yang Jian’s pupils narrowed. He knew that Heavengod Time had also become a perfected Chaotic Saint—Tongtian had gone to celebrate that. This was a top expert from the other universe, so he naturally had to be respectful.

“Heavengod Time of the Chaotic Universe has arrived!” the immortals in charge of the ceremony cried out at the top of their lungs, their voices echoing throughout the Celestial Court.

After that, Er Ha came with a beautiful girl in his arms, followed by a golden mantis shrimp and a fox with fur as white as snow. The top experts of the Chaotic Universe had all arrived.

In addition to them, the experts of Void City had descended as well. Duchess Yunlan, Duchess Nightmare, and Duchess Tianlian came together. With the presence of so many almighty experts, the Celestial Court was filled with their terrifying auras, which were strong enough to shake heaven and earth. All the lesser immortals and deities did not dare to breathe too loudly.

The Feast of Peaches was held in a grand temple within the Celestial Court. There were hills, rivers, bridges, and pavilions inside, and rich immortal energy lingered in the air. Fairies clad in silk walked among the guests with bamboo baskets in their hands, which contained immortal fruits that grew in the Celestial Court.

The almighty experts of the Primitive Sphere, including Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian, sat on the high seats. The Celestial Emperor could only sit to the side. The guest seats were taken by the black dog, the fox, the mantis shrimp, as well as the three dukes who had completely different temperaments. It was a feast of the highest order.

Yang Jian sat cross-legged outside the Heavenly Gates with the Celestial Hound behind him, the eye on his forehead gleaming brilliantly. All of a sudden, he looked into the distance and saw two figures slowly approach.

“Two women?” Yan Jian paused. He quickly realized that they were actually a man and a woman, but the man was so beautiful that he overshadowed the woman at his side.

As the man walked, there seemed to be background music lingering around him. Yang Jian’s brows furrowed instantly.