"God?"
Bu Fang paused.
The one who could be called a god in front of him should be the legendary God of Cooking.
The creator of the System, the one who had helped Bu Fang embark on the path of the God of Cooking.
The one who stood high above the masses and seemed to control everything.
The God of Cooking Set, the God of Cooking's Menu, the God of Cooking System …
From the beginning, Bu Fang's everything was related to this God of Cooking.
In the beginning, Bu Fang had worked hard to become the God of Cooking.
However …
At some point, Bu Fang began to walk his own path.
The so-called path of the God of Cooking in his heart was no longer the God of Cooking that had been hanging over his head, but the path he wanted to walk now.
Even if the path was full of thorns and bumps …
"Yes … The God who will help you take the last step."
The blurry figure seemed to be laughing.
It made Bu Fang very uncomfortable.
Bu Fang did not know why he was here. Where was this place?
The Transmigration space?
But it should not be. Bu Fang had long jumped out of the shackles of heaven and earth and was no longer in the Transmigration.
The figure's white robe fluttered. Although his face could not be seen …
However, Bu Fang was very calm. Perhaps his five hundred years of mortal experience had made it difficult for his state of mind to fluctuate.
"You don't seem very surprised?"
The vague figure said.
There was some doubt in his words.
"Why should I be surprised … I knew you would come sooner or later."
Bu Fang said lightly.
He and the vague figure floated in the air, facing each other.
Bu Fang's black hair fluttered as if he was at the bottom of a bottomless pool.
"The host of five hundred generations … You are the only one who can come this far. Aren't you proud?"
The vague figure said.
"With my help, you will soon touch the realm of the real God of Cooking … You will become a supreme existence."
The vague figure smiled.
His voice was very soft.
It made people feel like they were bathing in a spring breeze.
Bu Fang didn't say anything and just looked at the figure indifferently.
"In fact, there were a few hosts who could have reached this step before, but they all refused …" The blurry figure said with some regret.
He raised his hand as if to caress Bu Fang's face.
However, when his hand touched Bu Fang's face, it turned into white spots of light and dispersed.
The blurry figure did not seem to mind.
"Now … are you ready?"
Bu Fang shook his head.
He looked at the figure indifferently.
"Actually, if possible … I don't want to go this far."
Bu Fang shook his head.
Hmm?
The blurry figure was slightly taken aback.
"Why?"
"Why?"
The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a hint of mockery.
He raised his hand and pointed at the pitch-black space around him …
"What do you think?"
The blurry man burst into laughter.
"Don't worry. After accepting everything I give you, you will be able to return and stand at the highest point in the world, overlooking all living things.
You will … rule the world. "
The blurry figure raised his arms and said domineeringly.
"I'm just a chef. How can I rule the world …"
Bu Fang shook his head and said indifferently.
The blurry figure was speechless.
'If you continue like this, there's no way we can continue this conversation.'
Bu Fang was very calm.
He clasped his hands behind his back and looked around.
"Where's Xiao Bai? Can he still return? "
Bu Fang asked.
"Xiao Bai? You mean the Chef Puppet? That's just a dead thing … He has protected you to this level, which means he has completed his mission. He can be considered to have completed his mission and can disappear in peace.
"Everything in the world, everyone and everything has their own reason and meaning of existence," the blurry figure said.
There was a hint of indifference in the blurry figure's words.
Bu Fang froze in midair at this kind of indifference.
Bu Fang stared at the blurry figure.
"What are you talking about?!"
Bu Fang said.
"Xiao Bai is my friend … What right does he have to disappear?"
Bu Fang's voice was filled with violent emotions.
"Your emotions are too strong … You shouldn't be like this. Soon, you will be a supreme existence. You will look down on all living things in the world. You have to look at them with the mentality of all living beings.
"You should be like an ancient well without ripples. You should not carry any emotions. You don't need to worry about anything."
The blurry figure said.
"All right, don't say those useless words … Are you ready to accept the real inheritance? As long as you accept it, you will be the supreme existence in the world, "the blurry figure said patiently.
Bu Fang frowned and stared at the blurry figure.
"God of Cooking?"
'Is this guy … really the God of Cooking?'
"I don't accept it."
Bu Fang shook his head and refused the temptation of the guy in front of him.
In other words, the current Bu Fang was completely indifferent to this temptation.
Unless his heart accepted it, he would not be swayed at all.
"You don't accept it? Why don't you accept it? You started out as a nobody, and everything you've been pursuing is to become the God of Cooking … Now, this opportunity is right in front of you. Why don't you cherish it? "the blurry figure said calmly.
The latter's words seemed to become colder and colder.
"This is not the path I chose."
Bu Fang said.
"You are only one step away from what you yearn for. What are you hesitating for? What are you wavering about? The God of Cooking? Or those insignificant people? "
The blurry figure said, his white robe fluttering faster and faster …
"You should choose me! I'm the one who has supported you all the way to this point! I'm your future! "
The blurry figure almost roared.
That voice made Bu Fang's eyes slightly shrink.
After a long time …
The dark space suddenly quieted down.
Bu Fang looked at the blurry figure.
"Are you done?"
The blurry figure was taken aback.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Bu Fang shook his head, a little disappointed.
"You're not the God of Cooking … If you are, how could you say such a thing?"
Bu Fang said lightly.
The blurry figure hovered in the darkness.
White spots of light kept hovering.
"How could I not be the God of Cooking? I know everything about you … and I've seen everything about you. "
The blurry figure said.
He raised his hand.
Instantly, drops of divine power liquid drops emerged in his palm.
Bu Fang was very familiar with those golden divine power liquid drops.
"See this … I once gave you this divine power liquid drop," the blurry figure said.
The humanoid figure said. His tone seemed to be a little hurried.
Bu Fang's eyes became more and more playful.
The wind was blowing fiercely.
The hasty, blurry figure quickly regained his composure.
"I said … I refuse."
Bu Fang's face was expressionless. His words were resolute and decisive.
Finally …
The blurry silhouette floated up.
A burst of laughter rang out in the dark space.
It was very loud. Soon, the dark space began to shake.
Rumble …
The sound of something collapsing rang out.
The darkness began to disappear, and a white light emerged in front of Bu Fang.
The white light grew brighter and brighter, and eventually, it completely blinded his eyes.
"Congratulations … You've resisted the temptation. There are no shortcuts in this world, even if you're only one step away from the peak.
From the moment you set foot on the path of the God of Cooking … you're destined to be extraordinary.
"This is the last test I'll give you …"
I wish you good luck. "
The blurry figure disappeared.
Only the rumbling of heaven and earth was left.
The next moment …
Bu Fang gradually became familiar with the light.
It was very soft.
In front of him appeared a cabin in the woods. The wind was blowing gently, very soft, and very comfortable.
Bu Fang clasped his hands behind his back and looked around.
Slowly, he walked toward the cabin.
He pushed the door open.
Inside the cabin, a strong aroma wafted out.
On the table was a dish that had been stripped of its ostentatiousness, emitting countless rays of golden light.
The radiance was dazzling and eye-catching.
Bu Fang sat in front of the table.
Looking at the dish …
He took a deep breath.
The aroma went into his mouth and nose, making Bu Fang feel as if his whole body had been baptized.
It was a simple dish, but in its simplicity, there was something extraordinary.
The light flowing over the dish made Bu Fang take a deep breath.
With Bu Fang's eyesight, he could tell at a glance that the quality of these ingredients was absolutely extraordinary.
Each of them was the essence of heaven and earth, the top ingredient …
A dish cooked with such ingredients, stripped of its ostentatiousness, contained its essence, which was extremely terrifying.
Was this the God of Cooking's last test?
Bu Fang took a deep breath.
Then, he sat in front of the dining table.
He turned his head and looked around the room.
There was only a dining table and a stove in the room. It was very simple.
Bu Fang seemed to think of something.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
He withdrew his gaze and rested it on the dish in front of him.
He raised his hand and grabbed the chopsticks.
The chopsticks fell and picked up the delicacy in the dish.
When Bu Fang took a sniff of the ostentatious dish, he felt as if his soul had been sublimated.
He slowly put the dish into his mouth.
He chewed it.
"Hmm?"
Bu Fang's pupils constricted slightly.
"So … delicious …"
Bu Fang's eyes flickered. He felt a little incredulous. Did such a delicacy really exist in the world?
Bu Fang felt as if he was galloping in the universe at this moment.
He was shuttling between countless planets, feeling the baptism of the purest aura of heaven and earth.
At this moment, he felt a sense of pride, as if he was looking down on all the other mountains.
A God of Cooking dish!
Bu Fang was sure that this dish must have been cooked by the God of Cooking.
After eating this dish, he felt that his aura began to soar, rising rapidly from the realm of a mortal. His aura rumbled.
Soon, he broke through the level of a Saint of the Great Path.
With this one thought, it was as if he had thrown everything to the back of his mind.
Bu Fang closed his eyes.
He let out a long breath.
He raised his hand and felt the surging magic power in his body.
He shook his head.
"This is the first time I've eaten a God of Cooking dish. It's really … incredible."
This was not a pseudo-God of Cooking dish, but a real God of Cooking dish.
It was even more powerful than the Mountain and River Map that Bu Fang used to suppress Soul God!
Bu Fang's eyes were filled with complicated emotions.
"Such a dish … But I don't feel any emotional fluctuation. God of Cooking … Is this the path you chose?"
Bu Fang shook his head and sighed regretfully.
'Hmm?
No … '
Bu Fang's regretful expression suddenly froze, and he slowly opened his eyes.
He picked up another dish with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.
The room became very quiet.
There was only the rustling of the wind outside the hut in the forest.
Bu Fang closed his eyes. This time, it tasted completely different.
He closed his eyes.
A beautiful figure seemed to emerge in his mind.
Her voice and smile appeared.
Although he did not know her, he could feel the joy in her smile.
This dish was not only ruthless!
It was also …
The Path of Emotion!
Bu Fang opened his eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.
However, this Path of Emotion was bitter.
There was a trace of emotion in its ruthlessness.
Was this the God of Cooking's Path?
Bu Fang put down his chopsticks.
He seemed to hear a low moan.
It was as if someone was whispering something into his ear.
She was telling a story in a low voice.
The story made Bu Fang's eyes grow sadder and sadder.
After a long time …
Bu Fang sighed.
There was a trace of emotion in the Path of Ruthlessness.
This was what the God of Cooking wanted to express, and what he wanted to express was … obvious.
This path … would not work.
Because the God of Cooking … was walking toward death on this path.
The God of Cooking's final test was obvious.
He asked Bu Fang to cook a dish …
And this dish …
It had to surpass the God of Cooking.
Otherwise … Bu Fang would fail the test.
And the price of failure …
It was obliteration.
Whether it was the system or the God of Cooking, they had set the tone from the beginning.
Bu Fang did not flinch, nor was he afraid.
He stood up.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he walked step by step toward the kitchen of the hut in the forest.
Swish …
Pulling out the kitchen knife, the corners of Bu Fang's mouth lifted slightly.
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