Translator: CatatoPatch Editor: Vermillion
When Nangong Wuque first heard the news from the servant, he rejected it. He had thought that the servant was joking, but when he saw the scorching sun suspended in the sky, he was completely shocked.
Damn! He had actually missed the timing for the match. What ti was it?!
This was sothing out of his expectations...
Originally, he had planned to spend the night fusing with the Nine Hell King Fla; after that, he would rush to the central plaza and win the match.
However, God’s plans always superseded human plans, even his. He had actually spent this much ti to fuse with the Nine Hell King Fla.
Nangong Wuque’s heart was bleeding at the thought. Old Bu had planned to throw the match, but what did he himself do? He had ruined Old Bu’s painstaking efforts; he did not even attend the match.
“Why didn’t you remind !”Nangong Wuque’s heart lurched as he turned to the respectful servant, who was standing at his side, and asked in a depressing tone of voice.
The servant was stunned, but he only bowed and replied, “If the patriarch wants to remind you, the patriarch has to tell us in advance; if patriarch does not do so, then how would this insignificant one know he should remind patriarch?! So, the next ti the patriarch has business to attend, please tell us in advance; if you don’t do so, it will an that there is no trust between us.”
“Say no more; it’s all my fault!” Nangong Wuque was enraged, but he had no words with which to refute his servant.
He no longer cared for breathing in the fresh air, neither did he concern himself with the sense of fulfillnt he obtained from the Nine Hell King Fla residing in his body. At that mont, all he wanted to do was rush to the central square with his fastest speed; maybe he would still make it in ti for the match.
After leaving the secret room, Nangong Wuque did not take ti to clean up the filth all over his body; instead, he charged out of the Nangong Family property, running toward the central plaza at an extrely quick pace.
He began to wonder if he had fallen for Yang iji’s plans?
Did that lady deliberately ss things up? Was it all in order to make him fail to participate in today’s match?
What exactly was the relationship between that Yang iji and Old Bu?!
He did not think Old Bu was actually like that! Nangong Wuque believed he had now seen through Old Bu’s facade. His loss in this match was without reason.
No... He clearly understood the reason for his loss. He did not lose to Old Bu, but rather, he lost to Yang iji.
Who knew that Yang iji would, on the very last day, co running to him to return his Nine Hell King Fla? That sincere expression had made it hard for him to refuse.
And the result of his inability to refuse... was him being very late for the match.
When he arrived at the entrance of the central plaza, he perceived a pleasant aroma that had wafted over from sowhere else.
His heart sank to the bottom.
This sll... Without a doubt, Old Bu had already begun to cook. Victory in this match already belonged to Old Bu!
He had not participated in this match, so as long as Old Bu’s dish t the minimum requirent, he would easily clinch the victory.
His loss was an injustice!
At this point, Bu Fang finished cooking the bear paw. The bear paw exuded a fragrance so pleasant that it attracted the attention of countless people.
Although this was not the first ti he had cooked the bear paw dish, people still exclaid in surprise whenever they saw it. The mbers of the audience had not tasted the bear paw dish before, but they could guess how good it tasted after seeing the joy and satisfaction on the faces of the few alchemy grandmasters.
Bu Fang wiped his wet hands and sighed gently.
He turned his attention to the empty bronze platform in the distance. Nangong Wuque still had not shown up.
“This rascal, where exactly did he go?” Bu Fang whispered in confusion.
Suddenly, the audience began to clamor, and laughter and whistles rang out.
The alchemy grandmasters, who were making quick work of the bear paws, were attracted by the uproar. They did not understand why the audience would suddenly begin to react this way, so they followed the audience’s line of sight.
At the entrance of the square, a sorry figure had just waddled in. The person looked as though he was about to burst into tears. That person was Nangong Wuque.
“This kid still has the guts to appear?” Grandmaster Xuan Ming fud; with a piece of bear paw still in his mouth, he glared coldly at Nangong Wuque.
“Look at that kid’s appearance. There must have been so matters that caused his late-coming,” Grandmaster Gu He said with a smile.
Bu Fang folded his arms and looked at Nangong Wuque with a smile.
When Nangong Wuque spotted Bu Fang’s gaze, he straightened his posture, and his countenance beca serious, then he said, “Bu Fang, that which you requested of , I have accomplished! The chance you wanted, I have given you! You cannot let down! You have to make it into the top three. Let those alchemists who mocked you see what it ans to be a true chef!”
Bu Fang froze, as did everyone else.
In the next mont, everyone sucked in a cold breath. Was this a trick? The reason for Nangong Wuque giving up the match was unclear.
So Owner Bu’s target was the top three? Did he not intend to give up on the competition? If he really sought to enter the top three, wouldn’t that an he would have to go up against Mu Bai? Although they supported Bu Fang, they believed that if he t Mu Bai, the ensuing match would not be a match of opponents at the sa level.
Even that Mao Shi couldn’t compete against Owner Bu.
When they heard Nangong Wuque’s words, many began to sneer.
One of them was Mao Shi.
Mao Shi was seated amongst the audience, and he was looking at Bu Fang, who was on the stage, with disdain. He knew the kind of person Nangong Wuque was; that little kid wasn’t soone who would give up. It was clear that sothing had co up.
It was obvious that the chef had co across so dog shit luck; that was why he had won.
This type of person actually wanted to get into the top three? Did he really think that the Magical Hand Conference had no contestants?
Even if this was his dream, it was still impossible!
Mu Bai, on the other hand, was very gentle. He had always been amiable, and at that mont, he had a smile on his lips, one that was like flowing milk, making anyone who saw it feel refreshed.
This chef... was very interesting.
“The winner of this match is... Bu Fang!” Grandmaster Xuan Ming declared, even though he was still glaring at Nangong Wuque. He could tell that the kid was spouting nonsense because he was Nangong Wuque’s teacher.
He must have been late because he faced so sort of problem, not because he made any promises to Bu Fang.
This kid simply wanted a stage to step down from after giving up on the match.
However, wasn’t this kid lacking morals? Those words he had said, wasn’t that him pitting Bu Fang against the remaining top ten alchemists? This would cause Bu Fang to receive the wrath of many alchemists.
Furthermore, these alchemists were not ordinary alchemists.
Not ntioning Mu Bai, even Mao Shi and the other alchemists held a certain degree of influence. Mao Shi’s prowess at alchemy was very high—way higher than that of crazy Xiong Shi and sorceress An Sheng.
However, this did not matter to Bu Fang; after erging victorious, he began to prepare to leave the stage.
He was already thinking of quickly returning to the restaurant to open for business. To him, his business was more important than the Magical Hand Conference.
Bu Fang had advanced yet again. Although it was hard to say who his opponent for the next round would be, many had begun to speculate that Bu Fang would most likely be matched against Mao Shi.
This was because Mao Shi was competing the next day. If he also advanced, it would be easy to assign them both to the competition for the top three. However, it could also be Mu Bai. If Bu Fang were to et him early on, he could attribute it to bad luck. If Bu Fang t Mu Bai, he would have no hope of winning.
This was how much Dan King Mu Bai dominated the hearts of the audience mbers.
Bu Fang walked down the stage and went over to Nangong Wuque, then he folded his arms and glanced at the latecor.
“Didn’t you want to throw the match? Why didn’t you give the chance to do so?”
“I...” Nangong Wuque felt frustrated; he really did not do it on purpose.
It was all because of that lady, Yang iji, who had sought him out for seemingly no reason, saying that she wished to return his forr Heaven and Earth Obsidian Fla. How was he to know that fusing with the Heaven and Earth Obsidian Fla would take so much ti?
“Okay; say no more. I have already decided to throw in the next match—just like you did,” Bu Fang calmly said, with a wave his hand, cutting Nangong Wuque’s speech off.
Nangong Wuque’s face turned an awkward shade of red.
“Tsk, tsk. Going to give up the match? Didn’t you say your goal was the top three? Why has it suddenly changed to giving up?” A mocking voice floated over from behind them.
No one knew when Mao Shi walked over to stand beside them, with an expression of contempt on his face, sneering.
“That’s none of your business. You actually believed what Old Bu spouted at random? Has your brain been eaten by a dog?” Nangong Wuque said, looking at Mao Shi as though the latter was stupid.
Mao Shi twitched, then he smirked with disdain.
“I’m not talking to a coward who threw his match. I’ll directly tell this chef that in the next match, your opponent will be !” Mao Shi said to Bu Fang with a cold stare.
Nangong Wuque exploded. Coward? Who was a coward?!
He had accidentally spent too much ti on his cultivation. What did it have to do with cowardice?
“If you say anything else, you should be ready, for I, Nangong Wuque, will go hard on you!” Nangong Wuque’s nostrils flared, breathing heavily, and his bloodshot eyes opened wide.
Mao Shi shook his head in disdain; he was too lazy to reply to Nangong Wuque. His gaze remained fixed on Bu Fang, waiting for the chef’s reaction.
“Wo... Then, let wish you good luck.” Bu Fang was stunned for a bit, then he replied, with a serious expression.
Mao Shi jumped. “Who needs your good luck wish? Beating you will be as easy as lifting a finger, so why would I need your luck? Don’t speak as though you are saying sothing so grandiose! Just wait to eat your loss! I’ll return An Sheng’s humiliation to you! I’ll let you know what defeat really ans! A chef should just stay in the kitchen, quietly! There’s no need to co out and sha yourself!”
“Are you trying to help Big Boobs An regain her pride? Who are you to Big Boobs An? Do you have the right to make decisions for her?” Nangong Wuque, who simply couldn’t stand the look of superiority on Mao Shi’s face, began a string of inquiries.
“Shut up! Don’t use your vulgar vocabulary to coin An Sheng!” Mao Shi hollered, glaring at Nangong Wuque as though he was a snake.
“Hoho... You want this senior to shut up?”
Nangong Wuque was already enraged, and after being triggered by Mao Shi, he too also hollered, with fus escaping his nostrils.
“As I said before, a chef is only a chef. Since it is difficult to ascend to the Hall of Elegance, then you should obediently stay in the kitchen, cooking your dishes. In the next match, I’ll let you know what despair really ans! A chef cannot possibly be compared to an alchemist!” Mao Shi said coldly.
Nangong Wuque snorted and moved to take action, but he was stopped by Bu Fang, who had placed a hand on his shoulder.
Nethery gently glided over from afar and stood beside Bu Fang. Her gaze was deep and cold; when she glanced at Mao Shi, it was as though she was looking at an insignificant ant. She didn’t care a whit for him.
It was difficult for a chef to ascend the Hall of Elegance? Who gave you the confidence to spout such words?
Bu Fang’s mood had darkened at that point, but he remained expressionless; after a montary pause, he calmly said, “So you are my opponent for the next round? Okay; if your furnace does not explode, then you can count the next round as my loss.”
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