“How dare he, a chef, wander about in these troubled times?!”


  This was what was on every villager’s mind at the moment. Everyone had a befuddled look on their face, villagers and bandits alike. It never occurred to them that this chef would appear so calmly in front of the bandits.

  Although bandits needed chefs, they would not treat the abducted chefs with respect, nor would they provide them with good food and accommodations. It was because no one knew if the chefs delivered to the Divine Chef Temple would be accepted. In fact, most of the chefs turned into corpses and died in a foreign land.

  The Divine Chef Temple treated the accepted chefs nicely and would even provide source stones to them. However, it never paid too much attention to those it had eliminated. The eliminated chefs were losers, and no one would care what befell them.

  All the people present narrowed their eyes and sniffed, and the strong aroma went into their nostrils like tiny snakes, arousing their taste buds.

  “It smells really delicious!”


  The young man, who pulled Bu Fang into the village, was shocked. As he sniffed the Oyster Pancake’s aroma in the air, his mouth began to water. “This…… This is so…… fragrant! I wish I could taste it!”


  He was indeed a chef, but not an amazing one. He just loved to cook, and he had devoted himself to learning the art, which brought him to his current level and made him into a famous chef in the village. The dishes he cooked were delicious, and his wife married him because of that.

  But in all his years of cooking, he had never smelled anything so delicious. It was an aroma that went deep into his soul.

  Bu Fang chewed the Oyster Pancake with steady, somewhat rhythmic movements.

  The bandits were all wiping their drool with the backs of their hands. They simply could not resist such an enticing aroma.

  “Chief, this guy is surely a chef! Look at the thing he’s eating! It smells so good!” said one of the bandits. Had it not been for his fear of his chief, he might have rushed over, snatched the Oyster Pancake from Bu Fang, and ate it himself.

  After shoving the last piece of the Oyster Pancake into his mouth, Bu Fang exhaled softly. The pancake could recover his strength, and the feeling of energy constantly being produced in him put a relaxed look on his face. It was a pleasant feeling.

  He poured himself a cup of steaming Nine Revolution Great Path Tea, then took out another Oyster Pancake and ate it together with the tea.

  The Demigod bandit could not bear it anymore. A terrible aura erupted from him as his body flickered, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Bu Fang, looking down at him.

  “Boy…… Are you a chef?” the Demigod asked with a hideous grin. His eyes were fixed at the Oyster Pancake, then he swallowed and reached out a hand to grab it. “Come, let me have a taste. I’ll consider you a chef if it tastes good……”


  Without another word, the Demigod tried to snatch the pancake from Bu Fang. All the other bandits around him were envious.

  The young man turned pale in an instant, realizing he had brought trouble to Bu Fang. If he knew this would happen, he would not have pulled Bu Fang into the village, and the latter would not have been dragged into this storm.

  But soon, the crowd froze. To their surprise, the Demigod’s hand, which was surrounded by waves of terrible pressure, grabbed nothing. He had failed to snatch the Oyster Pancake from Bu Fang.

  Bu Fang turned his body a little bit, twitched the corner of his mouth indifferently, and stuffed the pancake into his mouth. As he bit through the pancake, hot juice oozed out of it, giving off a rich aroma.

  “How dare you dodge?! I’m the number two of Misty Mountain! No one dares to disobey me!” The Demigod flew into a rage, and his eyes seemed to be bursting with terrible fluctuations. He then raised a hand and threw out the palm to slap Bu Fang in the face.

  Recently, he had beaten at least eight hundred to one thousand chefs. He did not know that chefs were actually so proud until he came into contact with them. But no matter how proud they were, they could only tremble under his crushing force. So when he saw Bu Fang fight back, he habitually threw out a slap without thinking twice.

  The people around them watched with sympathy. They were certain that this young man was going to suffer because he had offended a Demigod. Some villagers even covered their eyes as they did not want to see the tragic scene.

  Pak!

  A crisp sound rang out as the palm and the face came into contact. The next moment, as the crowd watched, a figure flew backward and fell to the ground.

  However, to everyone’s surprise, it was not Bu Fang who was thrown away, but the Demigod bandit, the number two of the Misty Mountain!

  “Heavens…… What happened?!”


  Many people were struck dumb, not knowing what happened just now. They wondered who blocked the blow for Bu Fang and even returned a slap to the bandit.

  The eyes of the other bandits, however, were already filled with disbelief. They saw clearly that it was not someone else who threw their number two away with a slap, but Bu Fang, who was eating a pancake and sipping tea!

  He had thrown a Demigod away with a slap? Was this chef’s cultivation base really so strong? Or was he just lucky?

  After shoving the last piece of the Oyster Pancake into his mouth, Bu Fang clapped his hands with satisfaction. The true energy in him had finally recovered, and so did his divine sense. Under the nourishment of the pancake, his recovery was hastened.

  Only then did he have the mood to glance at those bandits. ‘So they are here to abduct chefs?’ He was very curious about it. ‘What is that Divine Chef Temple, and why does it need so many chefs?’


  “How dare you hit me…… I didn’t realize you are a stronger chef than the others!” said the Demigod in a cold voice. Although he was thrown away, he wasn’t too afraid. Bu Fang was but a chef, and even if he was a Demigod, it made no matter. How could a chef fight better than he, a bandit living just inches from death?

  The next moment, the bandit pulled out his great hammer, raised it over his shoulder, and brought it down hard toward Bu Fang’s head with a force so strong that the air screamed and seemed to break into pieces!

  “Even though you’re a chef, it doesn’t give you the right to act so wantonly! I’m going to beat the hell out of you and then drag you back to the Misty Mountain!” growled the Demigod.

  His divine sense poured forth in an instant as he brought the hammer down at Bu Fang. Runes of Law emerged over the hammer, while the Power of Law surged around it. At the same time, a burst of pressure suppressed all the experts present, making it hard for them to breathe.

  “Oh? The Law of Force?”


  As Bu Fang studied the Power of the Law lingering around the hammer, the corners of his lips curved upward, and an interested look came over his face. He stopped Whitey, who was about to strike, and raised his Taotie Arm. The bandages uncoiled, and the Yin and Yang energy swirled around the arm. Then, he threw a palm toward the hammer.

  “Trying to take my hammer with bare hands? Where did you find that confidence? Look at your skinny arms and legs!” The Demigod sneered.

  The other bandits all glanced mockingly at Bu Fang. Their number two had comprehended the Law of Force, and he could level a mountain with his hammer. The chef, on the other hand, was so skinny, and yet he was trying to block the blow with bare hands? His arm would most likely break!

  Even the villagers were sucking in their breaths. They were all astonished by Bu Fang’s boldness.

  Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the hammer and Bu Fang’s palm collided and produced an explosive rumbling sound. However, the scene imagined by everyone did not appear. The hammer was…… stopped.

  Bu Fang grabbed the hammer with one hand and gave the Demigod a sideways glance, his face expressionless. Then, he put some force into his fingers, which immediately sank into the weapon. A crackling sound rang out as tiny lines appeared and spread across the hammerhead, and in the next moment, it broke, shattered into pieces, and fell to the ground!

  That stunned the Demigod, while the bandits around him and the villagers felt incredulous. Did this skinny chef also comprehend the Law of Force? If not, how could he destroy the hammer with pure physical force?!

  How strong was Bu Fang? He was basically invincible in the Demigod Realm, and he could even defeat those geniuses in the Divine Dynasty.

  He possessed the Divine flame which had devoured two Laws, and he was comprehending the Law of Transmigration. On top of that, his divine sense was boosted by the God of Cooking’s Menu and his Yin-Yang spirit sea. All of these made him stronger than any experts of the same level as him. He was so strong that he could even fight with Gods!

  The Demigod’s pupils constricted when his hammer burst apart. He took a step back, produced a communication jade talisman, and crushed it. The next moment, he cried out, “Retreat!”


  Upon hearing that, the bandits turned and ran crazily out of the village. Bu Fang’s strength was stronger than they had expected. They thought he might be the son of some senior official in the court or the top disciple of some major sect, who had come out to gain experience!

  In the face of such an existence packed with high-end equipment, the Demigod wisely chose to retreat. His lackeys ran even faster than him. After all, as bandits, if they did not know the ways to protect their lives, they would have been dead a long time ago. It was the standard rule of bandits to run in the face of a stronger opponent.

  Bu Fang opened and closed his palm. The Law of Force was, after all, a Law, so its counterforce had sent a stab of pain through his hand.

  “Whitey, stop them…… Strip them naked and tie them up. I have questions to ask them,” Bu Fang said lightly, rubbing his fingers.

  Whitey’s mechanical eyes began to flash. With a clanging sound, three flags spread from behind its back while a spear swept out.

  The villagers were stunned. The sudden change in the situation had caught them by surprise.

  “Wait!” cried the old village head as his face changed dramatically.

  He knew that the chief of these bandits was a God who had comprehended the Law. If Bu Fang captured them, he would be in deep trouble!