Gourmet of Another World

The bullets froze in midair as if they were fixed with glue. The sight of them floating there was amazing yet unsettling. At the very least, all the people present stared with wide eyes and dropped jaws.

They were first surprised by the nine-tailed fox’s friendly attitude toward the young man, then shocked by the floating bullets. None of them knew a trick that could freeze bullets.

“Is he… an S-class superhuman? A psychic-type superhuman?”

The corner of Chief Luo’s mouth was twitching. ‘I knew it. This guy is really a superhuman… He sure is good at disguising! Also, why is the nine-tailed fox so friendly with him?’

Suddenly, he thought of the words Bu Fang had said, that the nine-tailed fox was his and used to eat the food he cooked…

Chief Luo shuddered at the thought. ‘Could it be that… he really owns this nine-tailed fox? When did Hua have such a great Beastmaster? And why did he come to Jiangdong?’

Bu Fang gave Foxy’s head a gentle rub, then put her in his arms. Around her neck was a metal collar with little red dots flashing, which should be the so-called Beast-binding Rope. Frowning, he reached out a hand, ripped the collar, and threw it on the ground like some rubbish.

Chief Luo was dumbstruck. That was the Beast-binding Rope researched and developed by the State Supernatural Agency, a device that even an S-class spirit beast could not break free from. Why was it ripped off like a piece of paper?

The bullets were still floating in midair, and the foreign superhumans were beginning to lose their patience. Unconvinced, they opened fire again, and this time, a sniper hiding somewhere far away aimed at Bu Fang’s head and pulled his trigger.

In the territory of Hua, they were looters, and once they captured the nine-tailed fox, they would withdraw immediately. Therefore, they showed no mercy at all. They would kill anyone who stood in their way.

However, just when those bullets were about one inch away from Bu Fang, they stopped once again. Now, he was surrounded by countless bullets. It was a scary sight, and anyone who saw it would feel a chill run down his back.

“Have you played enough?” Bu Fang said coldly. Then, he raised a hand, crooked a finger, and flicked a bullet with it. The next moment, all the bullets turned around and…

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bullets shot back faster than they came, filling the air with a rapid whistling sound that made the scalps of those who heard it go numb. However, the foreign superhumans showed no fear at all—they were wearing the latest anti-exposure suits, which were bulletproof.

Suddenly, a foreign superhuman in the suit collapsed, then two more fell. Soon, the other foreigners all plunged from the treetops and smashed onto the ground, no longer breathing. Their superhuman flesh and anti-exposure suits they were so proud of did not provide them with much resistance.

“Come… Let’s go back,” Bu Fang said softly, rubbing Foxy’s head. After that, he started toward the foot of the mountain. He was here to bring Foxy home, and he was too lazy to get involved in other affairs. What concerned him now was how to find the sleeping Artifact Spirits. He did not have a clue right now, so his temper was not very good.

The surrounding people were silent and dared not to breathe too loudly. What kind of existence was this? With just a flick of a finger… he had killed all the people from the foreign supernatural organization, among who were A-class superhumans?!

‘Who exactly is this young man? Could he be a… Qi cultivator?’ Chief Luo felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and he dared not to move. He wanted to stop Bu Fang, but when he saw the dead bodies of the foreign superhumans in the distance, he gave up the idea. He could only watch as the young man left with the nine-tailed fox.

“Chief, what should we do now?”

“The mission has failed…”

His men all looked at him with unsightly faces. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Let’s regroup and return to the HQ…” The strength of the young man was unfathomable, and they would be fools to try to fight him.

The surrounding Beastmasters were no fools as well, but their desire for the nine-tailed fox was too strong. So they all followed after Bu Fang.

After leaving the mountain, Bu Fang continued walking at a steady pace. Stroking Foxy’s soft fur, he frowned and asked, “Do you know where Nethery is?”

Foxy looked up and shook her head.

Bu Fang was not surprised that the little fox had no idea of Nethery’s whereabouts. It seemed that he might have more trouble finding Nethery. Foxy was, after all, a spirit beast, so she made a bigger target.

The vague auras following him from behind were very obvious in his divine sense. Bu Fang liked that not a bit, so he thought he needed to teach those people a lesson. With Foxy in his arms, he stopped in place. That startled those Beastmasters hiding in the dark. Then, he exhaled softly, looked up, and said lightly, “Scram.”

“Scram…”

“Scram… scram… scram…”

As his voice left his mouth, it grew louder and louder until it sounded like the clap of thunder, shaking the whole mountain and exploding in every ear. At the same time, a terrifying divine sense pressure fell from the sky.

The faces of all the Beastmasters changed. Every one of them coughed up blood, fell to the ground, and could no longer move as if their whole bodies were filled with lead. They felt as though they had gone to hell and back. The aura was just too horrible.

Without hesitation, these Beastmasters jumped to their feet and scurried away like mouses. They did not dare to stay long, for fear that Bu Fang might kill them. They had seen with their own eyes how Bu Fang murdered those foreign superhumans—they could not believe such a terrifying Qi cultivator existed in Jiangdong!

It was only when Bu Fang had sensed all the auras disappeared and heard no more noises that he walked at a steady pace toward his rented apartment. Meanwhile, Foxy and Shrimpy were playing on his shoulder.

As he walked, a thought suddenly struck him, and he sank his mind into the spirit sea. He hovered over the spirit sea, and the God of Cooking Sets were all floating in there as well. Then, he went up to the enormous Qilin, who was sleeping at the moment.

It was the Qilin who told him about the Artifact Spirits’ whereabouts, so he thought it was only right to come and ask him for further information.

“Qilin, the sleeping place of the Artifact Spirits is on Earth… But where exactly are they?” Bu Fang asked, frowning. His voice resounded through the air, but the Qilin showed no sign of waking up. “Is the revival of Earth’s spiritual energy related to the slumber of the Artifact Spirits?” he asked again.

Suddenly, the Qilin opened his huge eyes, fixing them at Bu Fang.

“Why don’t you guess…” said the Qilin.

The corner of Bu Fang’s mouth twitched.

“Aha, ha, ha, ha… For the sake of Little Host’s cuteness, I’ll reveal some insider information… The Artifact Spirits are sleeping in different corners in this world, and if you wish to find these corners, you will need keys… But you will need to find the keys yourself…

“Let me tell you one more thing… These keys are related to the revival of spiritual energy,” added the Qilin. After that, he did not seem to want to say any more. Before Bu Fang could ask further, he fell back into a deep sleep. Soon, he was snoring so loud that the whole spirit sea was shaking.

Bu Fang twisted his lips and glanced disdainfully at the Qilin. With a thought, he left the spirit sea. ‘I need to find the keys that are related to the revival of spiritual energy…’

He pondered as he walked. Soon, he was back in the city. The sky was gray, and again it rained. Large drops of rain fell from the sky, pattering against the ground and splashing everywhere. Wisps of spiritual energy evaporated from them and rose back into the air.

‘The keys are related to the revival of spiritual energy…’ Bu Fang narrowed his eyes. He thought he should find out the root cause of the revival of spiritual energy, and if he wished to know the answer, he had to find professionals.

He stood on the side of the street, his shirt wet with the rainwater. Suddenly, an umbrella appeared over him. It was an oiled paper umbrella.

“Hmm?” That gave Bu Fang pause. He turned around and glanced at the person at his side. It was a gentle young man in an ancient style garment.

“It’s raining, and it’s not good to be wet,” the young man said gently.

“Oh,” Bu Fang replied, his face expressionless.

Then, the young man’s eyes turned and rested on Foxy, who was curled up in Bu Fang’s arms. “What a cute little fox. A nine-tailed fox is a rare species… I wonder if mister… wants to sell it?” he said.

He held out a finger to tease Foxy, but the little fox snorted and looked away.

“No, I’m not selling her,” Bu Fang said.

Foxy’s morale shot up instantly. She turned back, opened her mouth, and bit the young man’s finger.

The young man’s face froze, and he quickly shook his hand and pulled it back. When he looked at the finger, he saw a row of teeth marks on it.

“This little fox is… quite naughty.

“I’m Yu Ge from Penglai… and I wish to buy this nine-tailed fox from you. A nine-tailed fox is a rare spiritual being. Have you ever heard of the story about an innocent man who got into trouble because of his wealth?” said the young man, rubbing his hands.

“Penglai? The Immortal Island of Penglai?” Bu Fang arched his brows. The name made him recall a legendary immortal place. In the country of Hua on Earth, the legend of immortals had been passing down since ancient times. Did those immortals really exist?

“So… Are you an immortal?” Bu Fang asked as he looked at Yu Ge.

Yu Ge smiled enigmatically. Clearly, Bu Fang was scared by the name he had mentioned. “Immortals naturally exist… So, are you going to give this nine-tailed fox to me now?” he said, chuckling.

“You are so shameless… Didn’t you say you want to buy from me? Why should I give her to you?” Bu Fang said expressionlessly.

Yu Ge was taken aback, then he said lightly, “In that case… I won’t be polite with you anymore.”

He was a proud Qi cultivator, and he had rushed here as soon as he learned about the nine-tailed fox. He was already losing his patience after talking with Bu Fang for so long—he thought the latter was the same as those stupid superhumans… He was a Qi cultivator, and when he cultivated to advanced levels, he would become one of the legendary immortals. Therefore, he was very proud of himself.

“Freeze!”

Pupils constricting, Yu Ge held out a finger and pointed it at Bu Fang. A strange spiritual energy wave seemed to spread across the void.

Bu Fang stood where he was with Foxy in his arms.

“I don’t understand. I tried to reason with you, and yet you still want me to use force. Since the revival of spiritual energy, common people nowadays have become more stubborn… I can’t believe you dare to talk back to me, an Immortal…”

Yu Ge shook his head. He and Bu Fang were not the same kind of people. He was an existence who was destined to become an Immortal. In his opinion, the nine-tailed fox was a spiritual beast that was supposed to belong to Immortals, and it should not be tainted by a mortal.

Holding the umbrella with one hand, he reached out another hand to grab Foxy out of Bu Fang’s arms. What he used just now was the Freeze Incantation, an immortal spell of Penglai. Even a superhuman could not resist it.

Looking at the unmoving Bu Fang, he smiled faintly and held out a finger, pointing toward Foxy’s nose.

Suddenly, Foxy, who seemed to be frozen, opened her mouth and bit Yu Ge’s finger again, leaving another row of bite marks.

It was Yu Ge’s turn to become frozen.

Bu Fang cleared his throat, then turned to look at Yu Ge and said lightly, “I’m sorry. I just zoned out. What did you say?”