1225 Joyless Stripping

Outside the normal trading hours of merchants, he spent most of his time looking for food. The Immortal Cooking Realm was truly worthy of being a holy land for foodies that was not inferior to the Nine Revolution Nether Chef Clan. There was a wide variety of delicious food and numerous chefs with amazing cooking skills here, which excited Fatty Ding.

After searching for days and comparing, he learned about a famous restaurant from the people in the realm. The restaurant was called Immortal Chef Little Store.

When he found it and stepped into it, he was surprised to see that the chef was a little girl of seven to eight years old. The owner was away. That made him feel strange and suspicious. He loved delicious food, but… could the dishes cooked by a seven-year-old girl truly move and attract him? He was uncertain. To him, eating awful food was like eating distiller’s grains. It was unbearable.

Therefore, Fatty Ding made a deal with Xixi. He told her that if the Leek Blossom she cooked could convince him, he would give her a recipe that he had exchanged with a lot of money from the Nine Revolution Nether Chef Clan. He would also provide her with all the ingredients, so she could cook the dish for him.

When he visited the restaurant again, he didn’t smell the Leek Blossom. Instead, his nostrils were filled with a rich meaty aroma, which completely intoxicated him. The fragrance came from a wok of bone soup, and he knew it was not an ordinary soup! From the faint aroma that permeated the air, he could sense the bone used to make the soup was of supreme quality. He was deeply attracted to it, and he wanted to taste it so much!

However, the owner of the restaurant didn’t seem to welcome him.

“Brother, there’s still a lot of soup in the wok. Let me have a bowl… Great food tastes better when it’s shared with others,” said Fatty Ding, grinning. His eyes were fixed at the Black Turtle Constellation Wok on the table as drool kept dripping from the corners of his mouth.

“Oh, I have money. I can pay you for a bowl of soup. You do accept immortal crystals, don’t you? Well, tell me the price…” He seemed to have thought of something, and he looked up at Bu Fang, winking. However, the only reply he got was Bu Fang’s expressionless face.

Nethery and the others gave him a glance and turned away. No one could taste the soup if Bu Fang didn’t allow it.

Nethery brought her bowl of hot soup to her lips. The edge of the bowl was a little hot from the soup, and when her lips touched it, the warmth refreshed her. She also felt that the aroma of the soup was constantly seeping into her skin. When she took a sip, the thin layer of fat on the surface flowed into her mouth as well. It was not greasy, though.

The light-brown soup was made with a variety of immortal herbs and Qilin Bone. The combination of the essence in the bone and the herbs almost made it a medicinal cuisine. Still, it was a bone soup in essence, a dish that could warm one’s body and heart. It was tasty, not too salty nor bland, and when combined with the taste of those immortal herbs, the soup was like a precious treasure.

As soon as the soup entered Nethery’s mouth, she felt a warm stream pour through her throat and into her stomach, driving her cold and weariness away. The energy contained in the soup nourished her fleshly body, and for a moment, she seemed to glow. Suddenly, her pale face turned ruddy, and her gray-green hair turned slightly darker. Eventually, the wild cursed snake in her body quieted down and fell asleep. The soup worked well on her.

Nethery gently breathed out a puff of warm air, her eyes looking somewhat blurry. Shaking her head, she blew at the soup and scattered the steam. Then, she took another sip and smacked her lips.

‘Delicious! How happy it would be to drink a bowl of heartwarming soup like this every day…’ she thought.

Xixi was also holding a bowl of soup. She understood the value of the soup better than Nethery did. Even now, she was still mesmerized by the melodious music played by those mental force threads when Bu Fang was cooking. Her teacher’s cooking skills amazed her, so she tasted the soup with reverence. Her eyes narrowed as she drank it, and she was instantly intoxicated by the rich bone soup.

Gulp.

Fatty Ding swallowed as he watched. As a seasoned foodie, he knew how delicious the soup was just by smelling it. However, he couldn’t taste it, and it was unbearable for him.

“Brother… How about I pay you ten thousand immortal crystals for a bowl of soup? Money is not a problem for me!” Fatty Ding offered again, but Bu Fang gave him the same expressionless look and rejected him without hesitation.

After that, Bu Fang took out another bowl and filled it with soup. That’s for himself, and he drank it right away. The soup warmed the bowl as well as his heart. After finis.h.i.+ng it all up, he felt as if his whole body and heart were basked in the sun.

He was very satisfied. The Dark Qilin Bone was indeed extraordinary. The trip to the Abyss was well worth it.

Fatty Ding was restless as he watched Bu Fang drink the soup with a satisfied look. It was as if there was a knife cutting at the fat on his body. “Please give me a bowl of soup, Brother!” He felt like weeping and almost dropped to his knees. He was a man who could do anything for delicious food.

At that moment, a strong smell of alcohol drifted through the door and into the restaurant.

“Oh? The smell of an eight-hundred-year-old Abyssal Demon Wine?!” Fatty Ding’s nose, which was almost hidden among the fat on his face, twitched. He had instantly recognized the origin of the wine, stunning him momentarily as he knew how much the wine cost. He was surprised that he could smell it in this restaurant of all places.

Bu Fang was surprised as well. He raised his head, looked toward the door, and saw a black dog waddling into the restaurant with a leg on his shoulder. “Lord Dog?”

Xixi, Flowery, and Nethery turned to look at Lord Dog, their eyes lighting up.

When Fatty Ding saw the dog, his fat s.h.i.+vered. At a glance, he knew the dog was an unusual one.

With no visible blush on his dark dog face, Lord Dog entered the restaurant with slow steps, hiccuping. As he walked, his nose twitched. Without a doubt, he had smelled the soup, which had the aroma of the familiar Qilin Bone. He waved his paw, and the Qilin leg on his shoulder immediately flew toward Bu Fang.

“Bu Fang, boy, Lord Dog brought you a present!” he said as he burped. Even the wine’s bouquet in his breath smelled wonderfully mellow and intoxicating.

‘Even Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine can’t match this eight-hundred-year-old Abyssal Demon Wine…’ Bu Fang sighed with emotion in his mind. This was the first time he came across a top-grade wine, but it was a pity that he didn’t have a chance to taste it.

“This is the top-grade wine of the Abyss, a vintage that is famous throughout the whole Netherworld!” said Fatty Ding as he stared curiously at Lord Dog. “Legend has it that there are three great wines in the Netherworld, and this eight-hundred-year-old Abyssal Demon Wine ranked third, which is extremely complicated to make… The second greatest wine is called Ultimate Senseless Wine, a vintage that the Wine Saint of the Nine Revolution Nether Chef Clan had spent his life making. It is said that you will forget all your problems with just a small gla.s.s of this wine!” Fatty Ding smacked his lips.

“And the number one… It is the most mysterious wine in the Netherworld. People only heard about it in legends and never saw it with their own eyes. It is claimed that a drop of this liquor is enough to knock out a supreme Great Saint. As for its name… I don’t know,” said Fatty Ding. He had never drunk any of the three wines he just mentioned. Although he was a wealthy merchant who traded everywhere in the Netherworld, there were things that money could not buy, and some chefs were so eccentric that they couldn’t be bought off with money, just like this bone soup and Bu Fang…

Bu Fang took the Dark Qilin leg Lord Dog tossed to him and looked slightly stunned. ‘This black dog actually cut off the Dark Qilin’s leg? He had just cut off the leg of the Goat Great Saint not long ago, and now he had the leg of the Dark Qilin… Does he have a fetish for legs?’ he thought suspiciously. But he didn’t think too much about it. The Dark Qilin leg was a good thing, no worse than the leg of the Goat Great Saint. After all, they were both Great-Saint-grade ingredients, which were very hard to come by. And so, he carefully put it in the System’s storage s.p.a.ce.

He filled a bowl with soup, and with a flick of his finger, the bowl flew toward Lord Dog.

Lord Dog lay in the corner, and the bowl of soup landed right in front of him. A rich fragrance wafted from the bowl. His hazy eyes lit up, and his nose twitched. Then, he leaned in front of it, stuck out his tongue, and licked the soup. After the first lick, he couldn’t stop. It was so tasty that he was completely immersed in it as if it was some addicting drug.

Fatty Ding’s eyes widened, and he stared at Bu Fang with a sad and angry look. He couldn’t believe that this young man would rather give a dog a bowl of soup than sell it to him. As a great merchant of the Nether Prison, was he no better than a dog? Even though the dog looked awesome and had drunk an eight-hundred-year-old Abyssal Demon Wine, that didn’t rule out the fact that he was a dog!

“How dare you ask me for a bowl of soup when you let my apprentice cook such a disgusting dish as Leek Blossom?” Bu Fang put down his bowl, wiped the water from his hands, and looked up coldly at Fatty Ding.

The fat on the fat guy’s face shuddered, and it suddenly dawned on him. He felt very aggrieved. It was all a misunderstanding! The only reason he asked Xixi to cook the Leek Blossom was that he happened to be thinking about it. How could he have wild desires for a child? He, Fatty Ding, was a pure man! He was a little white flower free from dust!

“I… I… I…”

Tears seemed to be rolling in his eyes, and he raised his fleshly hands and placed them on his cheeks.

Boom!

Suddenly, a horrible aura came from outside the restaurant. The next moment, two figures bolted through the door like black lightning. They were two Nether Prison experts with swords in their arms.

Bu Fang paused and squinted at the two men. Their auras were very strong, and they were actually two half-step Saints.

“Boss Ding…” The two men looked at Fatty Ding and nodded. They were his guards. As a great merchant, he was always guarded by experts. Money makes the world go around. Even half-step Saints needed resources, and Fatty Ding was able to provide them those.

Fatty Ding was about to say something when Bu Fang narrowed his eyes and said coldly, “You want to stir up trouble?”

When Bu Fang thought of trouble, his first thought was of Whitey. He sighed in his heart. It seemed that he needed to find some time to look for that puppet’s heart and repair it. He missed Whitey’s ‘Troublemaker, you will be stripped as an example to others.’ At the thought of that, his eyes grew cold. ‘Don’t think that no one’s going to take your clothes off when Whitey is not here…’

The next moment, he took a step forward, his Vermilion Chef Robe turning into a thousand streams of light.

Lord Dog lay on the ground, licking at the soup, while Nethery and the others watched Bu Fang.

Fatty Ding was slightly taken aback. The eyes of his two guards suddenly turned sharp as they drew their swords and said, “We are guards, and we will protect our boss!”

The next moment, the restaurant was lit up by the swords’ glow.

Bu Fang looked at them with an indifferent face. With a thought, his spirit sea surged, and the Golden Divine Dragon let out an excited roar.

In the eyes of Nethery and the others, Bu Fang’s black hair turned golden at a rate visible to the naked eyes, and with a dragon roar, his aura changed drastically.

Lord Dog, who was licking at the soup, focused his eyes and turned to look at Bu Fang. What he saw shocked him, and he wondered had he been drinking so much that his eyes began to deceive him.

As soon as the blond Bu Fang appeared, an odd chuckle rang out of his mouth, reverberating in the restaurant.

Nethery and the others were stunned. Bu Fang was… laughing?

Fatty Ding sucked in a cold breath, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but his guards had already drawn their swords and were charging at Bu Fang.

The blond Bu Fang’s eyes were blurry, and he was grinning as he reached out both hands and flicked his fingers at the two half-step Saints’ swords.

Buzz…

An invisible wave spread, and with a ripping sound, the two half-step Saints’ clothes blew apart. Naked and terrified, they were then knocked flying backward through the door and fell outside the restaurant.

Fatty Ding opened and closed his mouth as he saw Bu Fang’s flowing golden hair and exaggerated smile.

“Remember, it is Nicholas the Handsome Dragon who has stripped your clothes,” said the blond Bu Fang, his eyebrows moving up and down in an exaggerated way.

Fatty Ding choked. He didn’t understand why this young man changed so drastically in the blink of an eye. The next thing he knew, his luxurious robes were ripped into pieces. His fat wobbled as his huge body flew backward, and he was stuck at the door again.

Laughing, the blond Bu Fang walked up and gave the sad and angry Fatty Ding a flick on the b.u.t.t with his finger. Immediately, the latter flew out and fell to the ground.

“Hahahaha!” The blond Bu Fang covered his face and burst out laughing. However, his laughter quickly came to an abrupt stop. In the blink of an eye, his golden hair turned black, and his laughing face became straight.

Glancing at Fatty Ding, who was outside the restaurant, Bu Fang sighed softly and shook his head. “What a joyless stripping…”