BXBX NOVEL Chapter 1351 - Sit Down and Hold This in Your Mouth
1351 Sit Down and Hold This in Your Mouth
“Guard both of you?”
Bu Fang’s words lit up the eyes of Er Ha and the others. Could he really have a way?
To resurrect a dead man was an act that went against nature. The matters of life and death were the realm of the Laws, and the Power of the Laws was not something that an average person could defy, not even a Perfected Great Saint, or those who were at higher levels. After all, it was not the power of a family or even a plane, but the power of an entire universe, and a Great Saint was just a speck of dust in the universe.
Could Bu Fang really do that? Perhaps, whether he could do it or not, it was worth giving it a try, if not for anything but a sliver of hope. With his body and soul both ready, now might be the only chance for Tian Cang to be revived. Once they missed it, the legendary man would probably disappear forever. They could not give up this hope.
A serious look came into the eyes of Er Ha and Ice Saint. They withdrew from the Black Temple. Soon, only Tian Cang and Bu Fang were left. For a moment, the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
Tian Cang didn’t know Bu Fang. After all, he had been long dead, and when he was still alive, Bu Fang was not even here. One of them was a legendary man, and the other was an unknown chef. It felt somewhat awkward when the two of them were left alone together. However, Tian Cang was curious about Bu Fang. He felt that this little chef had a unique charm.
“It’s because of you that I can come back to the Netherworld, right? I heard the bread you made can give others fortune?” Tian Cang said, looking at Bu Fang with a smile.
It was hard for him to smile because he had a puppet face. Even though most parts of this puppet were his flesh, this body didn’t belong to him anymore, so it was a little difficult for him to control it. Another reason was that his soul hadn’t truly fused with this body.
Bu Fang was thinking at the moment. When he heard Tian Cang’s questions, he raised his head and glanced at the Nether King. “Oh, it’s nothing,” he said with a straight face.
The corner of Tian Cang’s mouth twitched. ‘This little chef is really blunt... However, the fact that he could make the Fortune Flatbread proved that he’s extraordinary. Although the bread’s effect depends on one’s luck, there are people with heaven-defying luck...’
Moreover, Tian Cang also felt that this fortune was related to one’s conviction. He was well aware that luck alone could not pull him out of the Transmigration.
“What do I need to do?” Tian Cang asked. Of course, he wanted to be resurrected. As someone who had died, he knew how painful death was. The Transmigration was dark and chaotic, and there was no way to know the time. It didn’t feel good at all to stay there.
Bu Fang raised his head again and glanced at Tian Cang. “Can you... stop talking?”
Tian Cang was left speechless. ‘What a cold little chef...’ he thought to himself.
At the moment, Bu Fang was thinking hard about how to save Tian Cang. He knew there must be a way because he had touched something in his mind, but he couldn’t quite grasp it yet.
The so-called Power of the Transmigration should be the same as the Power of the Laws. It could trap someone in a place, just like how those experts of the forbidden lands were trapped. Otherwise, they should have perished together with the previous age tens of thousands of years ago.
‘The experts of the forbidden lands had hoped to leave the confinement before, and they were crazy about getting something... which is...’ Bu Fang’s eyes lit up slightly. It was as if a shooting star had just streaked through his mind.
‘That’s right, the Senseless Lotus!’
Whether it was Jin Lou of the Cave of the Fallen Gods or Black Demon of the Black Temple, they all coveted the Senseless Lotus. To them, the lotus was a key that could unlock the shackle of the Power of the Laws. In short, it was a means to deceive the Power of the Laws.
But... it was not that simple.
Bu Fang didn’t think the Senseless Lotus alone could solve the problem. After all, Tian Cang was not the same as those Lords of the Forbidden Lands. He was a dead man, and the Power of the Laws would be terribly strong if it needed to be deceived to bring a dead man back to life.
‘Perhaps it corresponds to the power of a different law. The Power of the Law of Death corresponds to Transmigration. Is Transmigration also a Power of the Laws?’
Bu Fang’s mind seemed to capture something, and his eyes gleamed brighter and brighter.
He entered his spirit sea. Nine whirlpools were spinning inside, exuding terrible auras. The White Tiger, Divine Dragon, Vermilion Bird, and Black Turtle were there to greet him. They looked at him, and they knew what he was about to do.
“Little Host, are you really going to do this? If you touch the Power of the Laws at your current level, it will harm your future...” said the Black Turtle. Of the four Artifact Spirits, he was the most prudent one, so the fact that he spoke showed the seriousness of the matter.
“Do you think my idea is feasible?” Bu Fang asked, looking at the Black Turtle.
“Although the path to becoming the God of Cooking is tough and dangerous, if you walk it step by step, the dangers are not too terrible and will be within your ability. You will still have chances to pass them. However, once you break the laws and get yourself involved in more advanced things when your level is not enough, it will make your future tougher and more horrible... You may even fall into the Transmigration forever,” the Black Turtle explained.
That was all that he said. There were other things, but he could not mention them. The Black Turtle had lived a long time, and he had served many hosts. He admired Bu Fang, but that was it. It was enough for him to do things within his power without touching the Laws.
Bu Fang looked at the Black Turtle, then at the other Artifact Spirits, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. “Danger is danger, no matter how big or small...”
The next moment, the spirit sea began to change. The four Artifact Spirits separated and went to the four corners, forming the Yin-Yang-Four-Quadrants spirit sea. Bu Fang’s mental force was highly concentrated at this moment.
He flicked open his eyes.
Meanwhile, in the Heaven and Earth Farmland, the Senseless Lotus growing on the Immortal Tree suddenly trembled slightly, then one of its petals fell. It glowed with a gentle light, which blanketed the whole farmland in an instant.
The Eight Treasures chicken, who was running wildly through the grass, jerked its head up and stared at the petals with its tiny eyes, and so did the Eight Treasures pig, who was digging the earth with its snout.
In front of the wooden hut, Niu Hansan, lying in a rocking chair, shook his head and muttered, “Owner Bu is stirring up things again...”
...
Bu Fang lifted his hand, and a lotus petal immediately emerged in his palm, accompanied by waves of powerful vitality energy. He turned to Tian Cang and gently pushed the petal to him. “Sit down and hold this in your mouth,” he said.
“Senseless Lotus?!”
Tian Cang’s pupils constricted. With his vast experience, he recognized at a glance the thing Bu Fang gave him. It was a petal of the Senseless Lotus.
‘Senseless Lotus... I can’t believe this boy has the Senseless Lotus. Has that terrible existence in the bronze palace been... released? The Senseless Lotus is the so-called key, and once it is picked, it means that the existence in the bronze palace is... freed.’
Tian Cang took a deep breath. He thought of the terrible existence in the bronze palace drifting along the Yellow Spring River, who he had no confidence to deal with even when he was at his peak. That fellow was a... mysterious existence.
But then, his eyes lit up. ‘Since this little chef has the Senseless Lotus, perhaps he could really save me?’
...
Outside the Black Temple...
Sword Demon Patriarch’s body was tangled by black strings. Nether Puppeteer Patriarch, with his bent back, stood beside the body, his eyes cold. He flicked his sleeve, which fell over the head of the dead Sword Demon Patriarch.
A scuffling sound rang out. From Nether Puppeteer Patriarch’s sleeve, one tiny mechanical bug after another crawled out, fell onto Sword Demon Patriarch’s body, and crawled into the large hole on his forehead. Soon, chewing sounds filled the air, making the hair of those who heard it stand on end.
When the sounds could no longer be heard, wisps of black smoke wafted out of Nether Puppeteer Patriarch’s body and enveloped Sword Demon Patriarch. Then, Sword Demon Patriarch, who was already dead, climbed to his feet. When he opened his eyes, the white in them had turned completely black!
Looking at him, Nether Puppeteer Patriarch smiled. “I’ll call you Sword Puppet. Although I’ve made you into a puppet, your sword intent remains in you...”
Sword Demon Patriarch didn’t respond.
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch thrust a skinny old palm from under his sleeve. His fingers moved rhythmically, and with that, a clicking sound rang out of Sword Demon Patriarch’s body.
Buzz...
A sword suddenly rose into the sky. Sword Puppet’s body trembled, then he rushed forward, grabbed the sword, and flew toward the Black Temple.
Er Ha, Ice Saint, and Nethery stood in front of the Black Temple. Suddenly, a plume of terrible black smoke fell from the sky, and a mighty pressure washed them over. Their expressions changed dramatically.
“Here they come!” Er Ha said, clenching his jaws.
He would not let anyone stop his father from coming back to life. Clutching the Nether King Halberd, towering fighting will exploded out of him. He stomped his foot, cracking the ground and shooting himself into the sky. As he approached the black smoke, he swung the halberd and sent energy blasts that seemed to shatter the whole heaven and earth.
“Come! Let’s fight!” Er Ha roared. The effect of the Fortune Flatbread was not over yet, so he still had the strength of a Nine-revolution Great Saint!
He was answered by a sword. It was a powerful sword, and it collided with the energy blast. In the blink of an eye, both of them shattered.
With his sword in hand, Sword Demon Patriarch approached at great speed.
Er Ha’s pupils constricted. “Sword Demon Patriarch? Wasn’t he killed by my dad? How did he come back to life?!”
Facing Er Ha, the cold and emotionless Sword Demon Patriarch opened his mouth so wide that his whole jaw seemed to come off. Then, a brilliant sword shot out of it and pierced through the air.
It was too late for Er Ha to dodge, so he used the Nether King Halberd to block it. The next moment, the sword hit the halberd and split into thousands of tiny swords, which slashed his face, arms, and legs, leaving countless tiny wounds all over his body.
Sword Demon Patriarch flew back to where he came from. Then, a hunchbacked figure slowly stepped out of the smoke and dust. His footfalls were not loud, and his pace was steady.
A long time later, they saw the figure’s appearance. It was an old man with white hair, an old face, and a pair of asymmetrical eyes—one was big while the other was small. The flesh on his cheeks was drooping from age, and his eyes had heavy bags under them.
“The Heavenly Nether Puppet is my favorite work... Please return it to me.”
A hoarse and old voice rang through the skies. The hunchbacked old man put his hands behind his back, while Sword Puppet floated at his side with a dropped jaw.
All the onlookers gasped. Without a doubt, this man was the maker of the Heavenly Nether Puppet, the strongest man of the Nether Puppeteer Clan and one of the two supreme figures of Nether Prison—Nether Puppeteer Patriarch!