Chapter 1294 - This Wine Tastes Like Horse Piss

Chapter 1294 This Wine Tastes Like Horse Piss

An aura filled with tyranny and destruction spread out of the Sword Pot, while its mighty sword will pressed on everyone’s heart like a mountain, causing everyone’s mind to tremble.It was a very frightening power. Unlike Lu Ban’s pressure, it contained the essence of death. Facing the Sword Port was like facing death.Lu Ban, who had been calm, was no longer calm now. He didn’t expect Bu Fang to be able to come out with this weapon. He had sensed more of the Sword Pot’s horror than everyone present. As soon as it was taken out, his aura seemed to be crushed in an instant. The feeling shocked him.

“A Sword Pot… I can’t believe you actually have a weapon of this level.” Lu Ban narrowed his eyes. “Unfortunately, this power is beyond the control of a mere One-revolution Little Saint.”

The power of the Sword Pot frightened even him. How could a One-revolution Little Saint control it? What would happen if it did explode? Would they all die together? That was why he smiled disdainfully. He didn’t believe that Bu Fang could control that kind of power. However, he had to admit that it was really strong.

“As for whether I can control it or not… you can try me,” Bu Fang said lightly, holding the Sword Pot in one hand. The mighty sword will surged over the pot, constantly venting to all sides as if to destroy everything.

Meanwhile, Zhang Qiubai, who had just walked out of the restaurant, suddenly turned his head around. The bronze sword behind him was shaking violently. He felt something that made his heart race and his blood surge, while sword will that was as fine as silk made his blood boil.

“What a strong, terrible sword will… What the hell is that?!” He took a deep breath.

…

“Try you? Throw it out if you can,” Lu Ban said coldly. He slapped his Sacred Nether Puppet on the back, causing its aura to rise sharply.

“Do you think I dare to throw it or not?” Bu Fang said lightly, holding the Sword Pot and looking at Lu Ban.

Lu Ban glared at Bu Fang. “Throw it, then.”

“You want to guess if I dare to throw it out?” Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth.

“Are you f*cking bold enough to throw it out?” Lu Ban’s eyes began to turn red.

“Do you dare to guess if I dare to throw it out or not?!” Bu Fang repeated, raising his chin as he said that. At this moment, he felt as if he had been possessed by the White Tiger and became cocky.

Watching Bu Fang and Lu Ban shouting at each other, all the people present didn’t know what to say.

“Are these two men fools?”

They were all scared, if truth be told. The energy contained in the Sword Pot in Bu Fang’s hand was extremely terrifying. If it were to explode, no one present would be able to survive, so he’d better not throw it out.

Lu Ban fell into silence.

Suddenly, the ground shook. Everyone turned their heads and saw a figure slowly coming up the spiral stair. It was a thin but fierce teenager with hair that stood on end like steel needles. His gaunt appearance, combined with his aggressive air, made him look a little odd.

“He’s Ba Juetian from the Tyrant Clan! One of the three Kings!”

“Why is he here? I remember that he’s not invited to this reception!”

“Ba Juetian… I can’t believe there are two of the three Kings at tonight’s reception…”

All the people present were shocked when they saw the gaunt teenager, their eyes full of disbelief!

“Hey, what are you doing here? You’re going to fight each other, aren’t you? Looks like a lot of fun… Count me in.” Ba Juetian grinned.

Lu Ban saw Ba Juetian, too, and the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably. ‘How did this madman show up…’

Ba Juetian’s appearance broke the deadlock between Bu Fang and Lu Ban. The latter put away his puppet, and his eyes grew cold again. When Bu Fang saw that, he also put away the Sword Pot.

Among the nine clans of Nether Prison, the Tyrant Clan ranked third, after the Nether Puppeteer Clan. Tyrants were all born with formidable fleshly bodies, with infinite strength that made them extremely fearsome. They were best at close-range battles, so no one would choose to fight them in close proximity.

“Hmph! Lu Yu, prepare a seat for Ba Juetian! The reception will begin now.” Lu Ban snorted, waved his hand, and walked away.

The deadlock that lasted for quite some time was finally broken. Because of Ba Juetian’s appearance, both sides took a step back.

The reception finally started. The music that had stopped earlier began playing again and filled the whole hall.

Bu Fang returned to his seat and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Ba Juetian, the gaunt teenager, didn’t take the seat Lu Yu had arranged for him. Instead, he walked to the Immortal Cooking Realm table and sat beside Bu Fang.

Looking at Bu Fang, he grinned and said, “So, you’re the boy who picked the Senseless Lotus…The Patriarch of the Tyrant Clan where I come from asked me to take the lotus from you.”

Bu Fang paused and gave Ba Juetian a puzzled look. He didn’t seem to understand what this guy meant.

“Well, I, Ba Juetian, have been an honorable man for all my life. I’m here to tell you that we’ll fight in the arena, and the Senseless Lotus will be the bet. If you lose, give it to me so that I can bring it back to my Patriarch,” Ba Juetian said with a smile on his face, revealing his white teeth.

“Oh? What if I win?” Bu Fang looked at him and asked.

“No, no, no… No one can beat me except that freak from the Di Ting Clan, not even Little Lu Ban,” Ba Juetian said, shaking his head and waving his hand.

No sooner had he said that than Lu Ban, in the distance, gave him a stern look. “If you’re coming to my reception to eat and drink for free, don’t talk so much,” Lu Ban said coldly.

Ba Juetian shrugged and said, “But Little Lu Ban is the greatest man in the world in terms of temper. He’s as proud as a cock.”

“He’s quite stupid.” Bu Fang nodded.

“Oh, the food is here. I’ll stop talking to you. I’m starving.” Ba Juetian’s eyes went wide when he saw the serving ladies coming out with plates of food.

Bu Fang also turned his attention to the food. His secondary purpose in coming to the banquet was to taste Nether Prison’s dishes.

Soon, colorful and fragrant dishes were placed on the tables. The rich aroma of food enveloped the whole hall in an instant.

“It smells delicious!”

All the people present were exclaiming. This restaurant was truly the most famous in Sacred Puppet City. All the dishes smelled great and looked amazing.

“The chef in this restaurant was hired by Little Lu Ban from the Nether Chef Clan. It is said that he paid them a lot of money,” Ba Juetian said. “I often come here to sponge on… No, to dine, so I’m very familiar with them.”

After saying that, he picked up a plate of food and put it in front of him. Then, he poured the food directly into his mouth and began to chew.

In the blink of an eye, he finished the whole plate of food.

The people at the same table were all stunned. They never saw anyone eat like this. How were they going to eat if he finished all the dishes?

Bu Fang glanced at Ba Juetian and twitched the corner of his mouth. ‘Looks like this guy is also a foodie,” he thought to himself.

He picked up a pair of chopsticks. The aroma of these dishes cooked by Nether Chefs smelled great and was stimulating his taste buds. After picking up a piece of food and putting it into his mouth, his eyebrows raised slightly.

Meanwhile, people began to propose toasts all around. When it came to eating, everyone was quite harmonious.

Lu Ban sat in his place and picked up a glass of wine. He looked quite satisfied. This restaurant was his pride, and he was proud to be able to hire Nether Chefs to cook for him.

“Well… this meat is overcooked.”

“There are too many chilies in this dish. No wonder the taste of the main ingredient is off… I give it a bad rating.”

“Is this wine horse piss? I give it a bad rating as well!”

A faint voice suddenly rang out, causing the smile on Lu Ban’s face to freeze. He didn’t expect that anyone would complain about the food in his restaurant. He picked a dish with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. The aromatic food made him slightly narrow his eyes.

‘Who’s this guy? Is he trying to stir up trouble?’ Lu Ban thought to himself. Then, he looked over his shoulder and saw Bu Fang talking with an expressionless face. Those complaints were coming from his mouth.

Ba Juetian was holding a plate of food, and he was already stunned. He felt confused as he watched Bu Fang say aloud the flaws of each dish in a disgusted tone after tasting them.

‘I… I didn’t know there are so many things one can comment about food? I thought they were delicious?’

The more Bu Fang commented on these dishes, the more Ba Juetian found them tasteless.

“How am I going to enjoy the food now?’ Ba Juetian took a sip of the wine. His brows arched instantly. “Horse piss? How can this wine personally brewed by a Nether Chef taste like horse piss?’

He could still accept Bu Fang’s random comments about the dishes, but he couldn’t stand the wine being described as horse piss. He smashed his glass on the table and looked at Bu Fang unhappily.

“This is my favorite wine. Why did you say it’s horse piss? How does it taste like horse piss? If you don’t give me an acceptable explanation, I’ll give you a good beating today,” Ba Juetian said, looking at Bu Fang. A golden gleam flashed in his eyes, while a mighty aura exploded out of him and disappeared in the next instant.

Bu Fang gave Ba Juetian a surprised look. He could sense a powerful surge of Qi and blood in this guy’s body. Although Ba Juetian looked skinny, the aura of his Qi and blood was as terrible as an ancient savage monster.

Bu Fang was too lazy to answer Ba Juetian’s question, though. He just took out a jar of Frost Blaze Path-Understanding Brew. Yes, he just took that out because the Yellow Spring Great Sage had finished his last jar of Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine.

In any case, he felt that even the Frost Blaze Path-Understanding Brew was enough to crush the wine in this restaurant. With the improvement of his cultivation base, the quality of this wine also improved significantly.

He poured a glass of wine and threw it to Ba Juetian. After taking the glass, Ba Juetian narrowed his eyes slightly and gave Bu Fang a skeptical look, then emptied the glass in one gulp.

“Oh my! It’s so good!” Ba Juetian looked at Bu Fang excitedly. “Brother, this wine is delicious! Give me a jar of it! I… I’m convinced! As you said, the wine I drank before this is horse piss!”

“Well, there’s nothing really special about this wine. I let you taste it because I’ve finished my better wine,” Bu Fang said.

After that, he tasted another dish, which put a frown on his face. After some time, he sighed and slowly put the chopsticks down.

“I’m a little disappointed… I can’t believe the dishes in the largest restaurant in a major city of Nether Prison are only at this level.” His voice echoed through the hall.

Everyone was startled. As a contestant from the Nether Chef Clan, Lu Yang didn’t say anything. He was also very good at cooking, and he could tell that the Nether Chef Lu Ban hired was weaker than he was. At most, the chef had just stepped into the level of Qilin Chef.

Therefore, he could understand why the dishes were criticized. However, Bu Fang’s harsh comments still made the corner of Lu Yang’s mouth twitch. He knew that Lu Ban was the owner of the restaurant and that he had paid a lot of money to hire the chef from the Nether Chef Clan.

With Lu Ban’s temper, he certainly couldn’t accept such critiques.

Sure enough, Lu Yang had just thought of this when Lu Ban angrily smashed his glass on the table and looked at Bu Fang.

“I was kind enough to invite you to the reception, and yet you actually come here to slander my chef’s cooking skill… Get out of here now,” he said coldly.

Bu Fang gave Lu Ban a sympathetic look and said, “Oh, so you are the deep pocket of this restaurant.”

“Scram!” Lu Ban flew into a rage and slapped the table. “You’re no longer welcome to this banquet!”

“Oh, don’t get mad. Although the food here is terrible, the cooking style is barely up to the standard of a Qilin Chef. I’m just picky and telling the truth,” Bu Fang said.

Lu Ban’s eyes were as cold as ice. “What qualifications do you have to comment on the standard of my chef? If I’m not mistaken, you’re just a Third Grade Immortal Chef from the Immortal Cooking Realm, right? You’re not even a Qilin Chef! I know everything about you!”

Bu Fang was shocked by Lu Ban’s words. It seemed that he was being underestimated. He gave the corner of his mouth a little twitch but said nothing. The next moment, the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife appeared in his hand, bursting with a golden light that seemed to tear the air to pieces, while the White Tiger Heaven Stove emerged in front of him.

While toying with the kitchen knife, he looked at Lu Ban in the distance and said, “I’m no longer an… Immortal Chef.”

Everyone was struck dumb by his remarks. All of a sudden, they saw ingredients appearing and floating around him.

“Is this chef from the Immortal Cooking Realm going to… cook on the spot?”

“Is he going to give Lu Ban a slap in the face?”