Gourmet of Another World

Chapter 1824: Troublemaker, You Will Be Stripped as an Example to Others

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Whitey raised its hand and scratched its round head, its mechanical eyes bursting with brilliant golden light. Its gaze turned to Bu Fang, and joy seemed to be spreading in them.

Bu Fang put his hands behind his back. Looking at Whitey standing in the darkness, he could not help but nod. He then raised his hand and patted the latter's round belly. What he felt from his palm was no longer as cold as before, but a little warm.

Whitey scratched its head again. It seemed a little more human to Bu Fang, but its aura was just as familiar.

Whitey was back at last!

…

Alone, Wushuang stood in the sky, holding his sword. As a sword expert, his fighting prowess was fearsome, and he was never afraid of fighting a large group of enemies.

Many immortals were flying toward him from a distance. Even then, the light that exploded out of the restaurant grew brighter and brighter. It had broken all the clouds and seemed to be on the verge of ripping the sky apart.

At the sight of that, these immortals became even more excited. They knew the light, which was the sign of something about to attain the Path. Evidently, the treasure was comparable to the top ten divine artifacts of the Primitive Universe! How could they give up the opportunity to get something so extraordinary?

Several half-step Saints could not hold it anymore and made their move. For a moment, waves of mighty energy swept out across the void, and various magic treasures fell from the sky.

Showing no fear at all, Wushuang raised his iron sword and swung it. A terrifying sword intent rose into the sky and collided with the immortals' magic treasures!

Bu Fang said that a little bit of energy would leak during the process of reviving his old friend, but the light exploding out of the restaurant was not just a little bit.

However, Wushuang did not mind. Since Bu Fang asked him to guard the restaurant, he would not let these people step into it, even if the cost was his own demise!

The half-step Saints emerged in the sky together, and they all looked shocked. Wushuang was indeed a terrifying sword expert when he became a half-step Saint. Although he was alone and he had only one sword, he managed to hold them all back! He had even cut some of the magic treasures in half!

The mortals down below were stunned as they watched, marveling at Wushuang's imposing manner of facing so many immortals alone.

In the sky, some seasoned half-step Saints were seething from embarrassment. Wushuang had become an immortal for less than a few hundred years, yet he was able to fend off the attack jointly unleashed by them.

However, when they recalled that he had once followed that man for five hundred years, they found that that was only to be expected.

But that man had passed away, and they would not give the opportunity to Wushuang without fighting. After all, they wanted to use the treasure to break through into the realm of Saints—they would not give up so easily!

Suddenly, a huge bronze cauldron appeared in the sky and flew toward Wushuang. It was surrounded by various magic treasures, which formed a terrifying array. When the array trembled, energy waves spread from it, hitting Wushuang and the restaurant's array, causing the latter to flicker with colorful light.

Wushuang sneered. Holding his sword, he began to perform a sword style, dancing alone in the sky. His sword style was not fierce nor aggressive, but gentle and soft. As he swung the sword, emotions seemed to burst from it, and he was singing as well.

Soon, his aura soared and seemed to have broken into the realm of Saints. At this moment, his fighting prowess as a sword expert was at its peak!

Rumble!

The huge bronze cauldron was slashed in half by the sword, and the various magic treasures around it were broken as well. The immortal who controlled it coughed up a mouthful of blood as a great force knocked him flying backward. His face was deathly pale.

"Dugu Wushuang's Sword Ballad!" said one of the half-step Saints with a serious face.

Wushuang lowered his sword and said indifferently, "Scram now."

The faces of all the half-step Saints were unsightly, and the immortals peeping in the distance sucked in their breath. Meanwhile, the mortals down below were cheering with excitement when they saw Wushuang defeat so many immortals with just one stroke.

Suddenly, Wushuang frowned and turned to look into the distance. Amid churning immortal energy, he saw a golden magic staff descend and the arrival of a Buddha, whose body radiated blinding golden light. He narrowed his eyes.

"A Buddha who has broken into the realm of Saints… Has it finally attracted a Saint of the Great Path?"

Wushuang took a deep breath. If truth be told, he did not find it too surprising. After all, it was something created by Bu Fang, so it was perfectly normal for an almighty expert like this to be attracted.

"Dear benefactor… Please let this poor monk through. This poor monk will only take a look, and he will leave immediately once he is not destined to own the treasure…" the Buddha said with a kind smile on his face.

However, Wushuang was not someone who could be so easily deceived. If he let the Buddha through, he would definitely take the treasure away. He could not let that happen!

"If you want me to let you through, you have to ask my sword first…" Wushuang bowed his head slightly and said in an indifferent voice.

His sword intent exploded out from his body, turned into a giant sword, and shot toward the Buddha. He dared not to be careless, for his opponent was a Saint of the Great Path. He was a sword expert, but the strength of a Saint was very scary, so he had to do his best.

"If this is the case… Then this poor monk has no other choice but to offend his dear benefactor." The Buddha smiled and shook his head. The next moment, he performed a hand incantation gesture and threw it at Wushuang.

In the boundless starry sky outside Planet Immortality, many terrifying figures were watching the battle. There was no doubt that the dazzling light erupted from the restaurant had already alerted the whole Primitive Universe.

Boom!

The Buddha's seal collided with the sword. Wushuang grunted as his sword intent was stopped. But he showed no fear at all. Instead, he burst out laughing, then began to sing and perform his sword style in the starry sky. Each of his strokes was bursting with rich emotions, and under the emotions was monstrous killing intent!

Although the Buddha was a Saint of the Great Path, he was suppressed by Wushuang. Frowning, he grabbed the golden staff. The rings on it clanged as they knocked with each other.

A rumbling sound filled the air as the sword energy and the Buddha's light collided in midair and kept exploding. Wushuang began to feel the pressure.

Suddenly, another expert struck from outside Planet Immortality! He was also a Saint of the Great Path with a frightening aura. This time, it was a Daoist. Sitting cross-legged in the starry sky with flickering eyes, he threw down a giant palm.

Wushuang roared and slashed at the huge hand. A loud thud rang out, and his body trembled violently. He felt his blood and energy boiling in him. However, that was not all.

As if they could sense his limit, another expert in the starry sky struck. A spear ripped through the void as it went straight at Wushuang's chest. It came from a barbarian clad in beast skins with a pair of bright eyes.

The mortals on Planet Immortality all knelt on the ground and dared not move. The pressure was simply too intense. When immortals were fighting, they could only watch while shivering with fear.

Wushuang was constantly being forced back. His iron sword was all red as if it had just been taken out of an oven. Under the impact of the Saints of the Great Path's magic power, the sword seemed to be on the verge of breaking apart.

Suddenly, a clicking sound could be heard as a line appeared across the iron sword. Then, as Wushuang watched, the sword cracked and broke apart!

Even then, the Buddha, the Daoist, and the barbarian rushed wildly toward where the bright light was erupting, shattering all the auspicious omens. As they neared, they struck out at the same time, their scary aura filling the entire sky!

Wushuang narrowed his eyes. "SCRAM!!!" he bellowed, then threw himself at them as if he was a sword. Suddenly, a lean figure appeared at his side and put a hand on his shoulder.

"It's alright… I've finished the work," Bu Fang said faintly.

Wushuang paused, then a look of joy came over his face as he stared at Bu Fang. 'His Excellency has come out! Everything will be fine now!'

Bu Fang glanced at the broken iron sword. He raised his hand, and all the shreds flew up and fell into his palm. With a wave of his other hand, some star essences appeared. "It happens that I've some star essences left. I'll use them to repair your iron sword," he said.

His mental force spread like the spring breeze. Soon, the sword was restored. It still looked like an ordinary iron sword, but it was giving off a strange feeling.

As soon as Wushuang grabbed it, he felt that a connection that went deep into his soul was established between them. It was the resonance of the Emotional Path, or to be more precise, the resonance between his Seven Emotions Sword Path and the Emotional Path!

"What about them, Your Excellency?" Wushuang asked, holding the iron sword.

"Don't worry… Just watch. They're the perfect opponents for our old friend to flex its muscles." The corners of Bu Fang's mouth lifted slightly, and a playful look seemed to flash in his eyes.

That gave Wushuang pause.

Rumble!

The Buddha, the Daoist, and the barbarian approached the restaurant, reaching their hands toward the spot where the bright light was erupting. Suddenly, the door was pushed open. It startled the three almighty experts.

A huge figure walked out of the restaurant. Whitey, with its round head and round belly, appeared. Its golden mechanical eyes turned and fixed at the three experts in midair. It did not seem to emanate an aura of magic power.

"What is this thing?"

The three experts paused.

"It doesn't matter. Just break it apart!" The barbarian raised his spear and flung it toward Whitey. A shrill whistle filled the air as the weapon pierced through the void with great power. The strength of a Saint of the Great Path was indeed terrifying.

Whitey's mechanical eyes flashed as it raised its huge palm and caught the spear. Then, it clenched its fist and crushed the spear.

The Buddha and the Daoist were shocked, and the barbarian's eyes burst into bright light.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light. In the blink of an eye, Whitey disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already standing in front of the three experts.

"You…" The barbarian was stunned. Without hesitation, he threw out his fist with force strong enough to collapse the void!

Bam!

The fist struck Whitey's huge palm. However, it did not even cause any ripple. 'This thing's strength is so frightening and unfathomable!'

The barbarian stared at Whitey with wide eyes. Suddenly, his pupils narrowed as he seemed to recall something. "You… You're that metal puppet…"

Bam!

Whitey slapped him across the face. The barbarian was struck dumb—his words were forcibly cut off. Then, a ripping sound echoed out as his animal skins were stripped. Before he could react, he was fully naked, hovering in midair for all to see…

The mortals down below exclaimed, while the corner of Wushuang's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

In the distance, the Buddha and the Daoist were stunned as well. The more they looked at Whitey, the more familiar it seemed to them. The sense of familiarity that enveloped their hearts filled them with dread. They seemed to recall something horrible.

The Buddha grabbed his staff, turned, and sped away. The Daoist did the same. However, Whitey swept them with its mechanical eyes, threw out its huge palms, and dragged both of them back.

"Troublemaker, you will be stripped as an example to others!" Whitey said.

Its voice was no longer as cold and mechanical as before. Instead, it was somewhat… rhythmic and filled with emotions.

'The heck?!' The Daoist was shocked as a bad feeling engulfed him.

A ripping sound rang out, and his Daoist robe, which was an immortal artifact, was ripped into pieces. The same thing happened to the Buddha. As he watched in despair, his robes were torn into pieces and drifted away.

The Clothes-Stripping Crazy Demon had returned!