Borrow a fire … to roast a sweet potato?
Are you sure you're not messing with me? My fire … is an alchemic fire, a precious flame used to refine elixirs. You're telling me to use it to roast a sweet potato?
Duan Yun stared at Bu Fang with widened eyes. It was as if ten thousand black puppies were galloping through his heart.
"Don't be afraid, I won't cheat you. I'll borrow your fire and I'll give you half of the sweet potato after I'm done roasting it." Bu Fang realized that Duan Yun was glaring at him with a strange expression on his face. He pondered for a moment before coming to a sudden realization.
Giving him half of the sweet potato … That's not the main point!
Duan Yun was dumbfounded and wanted to vomit blood. What was this fellow thinking when he smashed someone with a wok? Did he look like a person who would sell his dignity for a sweet potato?
Alchemic fire was an alchemist's treasure. It was equivalent to an alchemist's face. How could he be so shameless for a mere half of a sweet potato?
"Alchemic fire is used to refine elixirs, not to roast sweet potatoes! I will never lend my alchemic fire to you! "Duan Yun clenched his teeth and snorted. He turned his head away as if he would rather die than comply.
Duan Yun's attitude slightly surprised Bu Fang. He didn't expect this fellow to have such a backbone.
Bu Fang tossed the Lion Head Demonic Potato in his hand. A fragrant aroma wafted from the Demonic Potato and Bu Fang couldn't wait to eat it.
Duan Yun looked at the Demonic Potato in Bu Fang's hand and seemed to have thought of something. He turned his head to look at Bu Fang in disbelief.
"The sweet potato you're talking about … Don't tell me you're talking about this Lion Head Demonic Potato?"
"That's right. Don't stand on ceremony. I'll really share half of it with you," Bu Fang earnestly said.
Puff … Duan Yun felt like vomiting blood in his heart. This was a freaking eighth grade elixir. What a precious ingredient it was! It could replenish one's essence, heal injuries, increase one's true energy, and refine it into an elixir that could strengthen one's foundation. It was an exceptional treasure.
This fellow in front of him was actually planning to roast it. Was this even something that could be roasted?
How could a roasted Demonic Potato bring out the full potential of its medicinal properties? What a waste!
"You … How could you use the Demonic Potato to roast?" Duan Yun's lips were trembling in anger.
"Kacha!" Bu Fang looked at Duan Yun in astonishment. He gently broke off one of the Lion Head Demonic Potato's whiskers, and a dense Essence Qi immediately seeped out from the crack. Bu Fang's eyes lit up, and he took a deep breath in enjoyment.
The flesh inside the Devil Potato was actually a sparkling orange color. It was very pleasing to the eye.
"Hmm … What's wrong? Don't you like roasted sweet potatoes? It doesn't matter. If the sweet potato is cooked with rice, the taste is also very good. But you still have to lend me your fire, "Bu Fang said.
The main reason why Bu Fang had knocked Duan Yun unconscious and taken him away was because of his alchemic fire. This was the first time that Bu Fang had seen such a strange flame. Its temperature was extremely high, and it seemed to have a mind of its own. A dish cooked with this kind of flame would definitely taste extraordinary.
Who's talking to you about food … Duan Yun was furious. Is this guy's brain only filled with food? This Devil Potato could be used to refine elixirs! He might even be able to refine an eighth grade elixir!
"Do you want to lend me your fire?"
"No way! This concerns the dignity of an alchemist. I can't lend you my alchemic fire! "Duan Yun stubbornly said.
Bu Fang stood up and looked down at Duan Yun, who was lying on the ground, expressionlessly. He slowly raised his hand.
Duan Yun narrowed his eyes. What … Do you want to fight?
Buzz …
A wave of green smoke curled up, and a simple, pitch-black kitchen knife appeared in Bu Fang's hand.
Kitchen knife …
What was this guy trying to do? If you have something to say, then say it. Why did you take out a kitchen knife?
Duan Yun felt all the pores on his body shrink. The sharp kitchen knife flickered under the sunlight.
Duan Yun really wanted to cry. Why did he have to encounter such a weirdo? Was he going to become the first noble alchemist to die in the hands of a chef's kitchen knife?
"Oh, sorry, I took the wrong one."
Looking at the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife in his hand, Bu Fang's expression stiffened. He awkwardly apologized, and then with a bang, the kitchen knife turned into green smoke and dissipated.
There was another buzzing sound, and as the smoke curled up, a huge black wok appeared in Bu Fang's hand. Bu Fang single-handedly grabbed it and suspended it above Duan Yun's head.
Duan Yun looked at the wok in despair. You might as well have used a kitchen knife.
…
"The fire must be stable. Don't be impatient. Take it slowly."
Bu Fang's calm voice resounded through the forest. In a corner of the forest, a blazing flame appeared.
Duan Yun, with his head swollen, was sitting in front of a huge pit. A scarlet flame was burning within the pit. This flame belonged to Duan Yun's alchemic fire.
Bu Fang, on the other hand, had his arm around Duan Yun's shoulder. His gaze was fixed on the Lion Head Demonic Potato in the pit.
As the alchemic fire burned, the Lion Head Demonic Potato's spirit essence spewed out at a faster rate. It surged into the flame, causing it to burn even more vigorously.
"Is the Lion Head Demonic Potato roasted like this edible? You're wasting a precious medicinal ingredient … In our sect, if you're caught, you'll be drowned in a pig's cage. " Duan Yun glanced at the excited Bu Fang beside him and said in a weak voice. His gray hair seemed to have shriveled up on his head like a sickly person.
"The Lion Head Demonic Potato is a very good ingredient. Why can't it be eaten? Not only is it edible, but it's also a rare delicacy! Don't retract the fire. Continue to maintain its intensity, "Bu Fang said earnestly.
He walked to the edge of the pit. The alchemic fire's temperature was extremely high. Moreover, it possessed spirituality. It was not something an ordinary fire could compare to.
If this kind of flame could be used for cooking, the benefits it would bring to a chef would be indescribable.
Bu Fang extended his slender palm and covered the top of the pit. His will spread out, and a misty true energy coiled around the alchemic fire like a small snake. It drilled into the pit through the alchemic fire.
Roar!
An angry lion's roar seemed to come from within the pit. The Lion Head Demonic Potato was actually shaking violently.
The fur on the lion's head was standing on end. The outline of the Lion Head Demonic Potato could be faintly seen in the flames. The golden color on its surface had actually dimmed due to the roasting of the flames.
"Look! If I continue roasting it, the essence of the Lion Head Demonic Potato will be completely lost, "Duan Yun said with a pained expression.
"Don't say anything. Continue to spit fire," Bu Fang said without turning his head.
Duan Yun felt extremely sullen. He was an alchemist, not a professional flamethrower!
Looking at the pitch-black and heavy wok beside Bu Fang, Duan Yun spat out two puffs of white smoke from his nostrils. He continued to control the alchemic fire.
Bu Fang's true energy coiled around the alchemic fire. It actually separated the alchemic fire and coiled around the Lion Head Demonic Potato like silk threads.
This was the true energy cooking that Bu Fang was proficient in. He used his true energy to permeate the ingredients bit by bit, causing the taste and texture of the ingredients to appear to be excellent.
However, this was an extremely difficult technique. It required an extremely high level of true energy control and a powerful soul force.
Duan Yun was slightly surprised at this moment. This was because he could sense every single thread of true energy from Bu Fang within his alchemic fire. To be able to control true energy to such an extent, just how terrifying was the strength of his soul force? His true energy control was simply too heaven-defying!
Roar!
Another lion's roar resounded. The Lion Head Demonic Potato within the pit of fire seemed as though it was trying to break free from the restraints of the alchemic fire. Bu Fang's true energy threads coiled around the Lion Head Demonic Potato, preventing it from moving.
"Increase the intensity of the flames. Incinerate!" Bu Fang shouted.
Duan Yun subconsciously increased the intensity of the flames. With a loud rumble, the entire pit of fire exploded.
Black smoke billowed as thick smoke filled the air.
"Cough cough …" Duan Yun's face seemed to have been scorched by the flames. The smoke that filled the air caused him to cough incessantly.
All of a sudden, his gaze froze. This was because a figure slowly walked out of the pitch-black flames.
Bu Fang's body was completely spotless and he was extremely calm. True energy enveloped his palm and he held a pitch-black sphere that resembled charcoal.
From its appearance, it was obvious that this sphere was the Lion Head Demonic Potato that was glowing with golden light and overflowing with spiritual essence.
"Look! I already told you not to roast it. Now, it's roasted into charcoal! What a pity for this Lion Head Demonic Potato. What a pity for this eighth grade spirit herb! "Duan Yun's heart ached. Such a heavenly treasure was actually wasted by this idiotic chef!
However, Bu Fang was still very calm. He raised a slender finger, placed it by his lips, and softly made a shushing sound.
"Don't speak. Listen."
Duan Yun was taken aback. He watched as Bu Fang flicked the pitch-black round charcoal with his finger. A sizzling sound rang out from the round charcoal, and the black charcoal peeled off. A lion's roar resounded from the charcoal, and a resplendent golden radiance shone from it.
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