1245 Kebab Boiled with Soup!

The Abyss expert's words were very arrogant. Of course, his arrogance was not unfounded. There were three Little Saints in his team, and the strength of the two contestants who had not yet appeared was unknown. This level of strength was not the strongest in this tournament, but it was not weak either. At the very least, they were comparable to worlds like the Vajra Realm.

What surprised the audience even more was the Abyss's threat to the Immortal Cooking Realm. It was clear that the Abyss team was targeting the Immortal Cooking Realm team. No one knew why, and many felt sorry for the realm. It was not pleasant to be targeted by such a murderous team.

When the Abyss's threat was transmitted to the Immortal Cooking Realm through the projection array, the immortal chefs in the square were silent, and no one dared to breathe too loudly. They had all witnessed the strength and brutality of the Abyss contestants. Even three half-step Saints from the North Cloud Sea were mercilessly killed by them, and the gruesome sight of blood gushing and heads flying sent chills through them.

"Why would the Abyss target us?"

Many people in the Immortal Cooking Realm felt sad, aggrieved, and oppressed. At this moment, the immortal chefs who had been living in peace finally felt the malice of the outside worlds. They finally understood that being weak was an original sin, and weaklings could only be bullied by others. They knew that only by becoming stronger can they avoid being bullied and live with dignity.

Both Nether Prison's aggression in the past and the Abyss's relentless taunts and threats in this tournament had shaken these immortal chefs to the core. 

Meng Qi was silent. She knew what the people of the Immortal Cooking Realm were worried about. Indeed, even when they had Bu Fang, the Immortal Cooking Realm team's death was almost certain if they were to meet the Abyss team.

The contestants from the Abyss were too strong.

In fact, she knew very well why the Abyss contestants were eyeing the Immortal Cooking Realm team. Apparently, it was because of Bu Fang's Explosive Meatballs. When they were at the Abyss, his meatballs had killed countless Abyss experts. In addition, his Perishing Pots also caused terrible destruction and numerous casualties. That was why the Immortal Cooking Realm team was targeted by the Abyss contestants in this tournament.

In the past, Bu Fang always threw out his meatballs and ran away. But how would he run this time? In the fight against the Abyss, he had the help of Whitey, Shrimpy, and Foxy, but in this tournament, he could only rely on his own strength. How was he going to fight the Abyss contestants?

Meng Qi felt a little anxious, but she could only pray silently in her heart, 'Owner Bu, you must not die…' 

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Moreover, because the matches were transmitted to all small worlds through the projection array, people in these worlds could watch the teams from their worlds fight, and that had made their fighting spirit boil.

Team matches represented the honor of every small world. If you won, you would have glory; if you lost, you would lose face. That was the cruelty of the tournament.

Nether Prison didn't participate in the preliminaries of the team competition. Nether Prison was very strong, so it was basically above the rest. Teams from different small worlds would only have a chance to meet its two teams in the semifinals. That's right, Nether Prison had two teams participating in the tournament. After all, it was so vast and had nine clans, so it was not unusual to have two teams.

Another thing that spread to all the small worlds was the Immortal Cooking Realm's cuisine. The realm was already famous for its food, and now, as the first day of the tournament progressed, Bu Fang's delicious food had conquered countless contestants. The fact that many people were eating his food during the matches was enough to show how tasty they were. 

The scene was transmitted to the other worlds through the projection array, making many people eager to taste the food. Some had decided to go to the Immortal Cooking Realm simply for food. Now that Nether Prison had opened up the once-closed realm, the rest of the world had a chance to visit it, so it was not impossible for people to get a taste of the Immortal Cooking Realm's cuisine now.

The Immortal Cooking Realm had unknowingly become famous in the small worlds around it. Of course, it still didn't change the fact that its team was not strong.

The first day was over. All the contestants returned to the inn, and Bu Fang's stall also closed for the day. The people who were still waiting in line watched him close the stall with sad looks, and some even begged him to continue cooking. But he refused. After cooking for the whole day, he had made a lot of money, and he was also a little tired.

The money-making power of Fang Fang Little Stall was simply too scary, even more terrifying than Fang Fang's Ice Cream Store.

"Tomorrow's menu will be different. Please look forward to it. Business will resume tomorrow when the competition starts," Bu Fang said.

After hearing him say so, the crowd finally left with unwilling looks on their faces.

Bu Fang went back to the inn. Zhu Yan and the others followed at his side, looking at him with wild enthusiasm in their eyes. They finally knew his prowess. This was the Great Demon King who always created miracles.

Standing in front of the door, Bu Fang looked at them with a straight face and said, "Continue to train hard when you go back. This tournament is a good experience for you guys. Take a moment to summarize the reasons for your failure."

The four juniors kept nodding. Needless to say, they couldn't be blamed. The main reason for their failure was their weak strength—the strength of Six-star True Immortals was simply not strong enough. Had it not been for Bu Fang, the Immortal Cooking Realm team would have been defeated long ago.

"The important thing is that you have participated in this tournament," Bu Fang said. 

Of course, he was trying to console them, but Zhu Yan and the others didn't mind. Today's matches had taken a lot of edge off their swagger… No, it really hit them hard, but it also motivated them to grow.

They turned back to their rooms, and Bu Fang closed his door. Then, he went into the Heaven and Earth Farmland and began to prepare ingredients. Tomorrow's menu was one of his favorite foods. In addition to preparing the ingredients, he also talked to Niu Hansan about making new Death Food Tools.

His apprentices were in the farmland as well, talking to one another. They had been coming here every day since he built them the portals. Besides communicating with each other, they spent the most time cultivating here because the Spirit Energy of Heaven and Earth here was too rich. The Immortal Tree and the Nine Revolution Great Path Tea had produced a tremendous amount of energy. Except for Jing Yuan and Xixi, who had already gotten used to it, everyone else immersed themselves in the rich energy and cultivated seriously. This had led to a rapid improvement in their cultivation bases.

The next day arrived quickly. The second day of the tournament was not team matches, but individual matches. In fact, individual matches were crueler than team matches.

Zhu Yan had already given Bu Fang his number jade talisman the day before. His number was 1,300, which was very far behind.

At dawn, the square in the Forbidden Soul City came alive.

Bu Fang was still full of doubts about the organizer's decision to set up the competition venue in the city that was situated on the bank of the Yellow Spring River. Whenever he thought of Yellow Spring Grass and Flower of Helplessness, he could not help wanting to pick them and use them to make Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine. Of course, he was just thinking. Yellow Spring Great Sage sat at the headwaters of the Yellow Spring River, which was as dangerous as a forbidden land. Ordinary people dared not to go there at all. Besides, contestants had already been banned from leaving the city.

Bu Fang brought Zhu Yan and the others to the bustling square. He chose the same spot as the day before, and then took out the stall that he had put into the System's storage space and placed it on the ground.

His action immediately caused an uproar among the nearby people. Many diners who had been waiting for him gathered around, led by the monks from the West Little Buddhism Realm.

Fa Wu put his hands together before his chest, wore a compassionate expression, and asked in a gentle voice, "Amitabha! Owner Bu, what are you going to cook today? Is it still teppanyaki?"

The people around them were also curious. They saw Bu Fang take out more ingredients than yesterday, which were also held together with wooden sticks. They thought he might be cooking teppanyaki today as well.

"Teppanyaki? No, today I have a new menu," Bu Fang replied, shaking his head. He didn't answer other people's questions but continued to concentrate on preparing the ingredients.

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Because of the large number of participants, there were not one but five arenas for the individual matches, so all the preliminaries could be completed in the shortest possible time. Since there were so many arenas, Earth Prison had sent many people to preside over projection arrays and cover each arena. A commander-level expert was assigned as the referee in each arena, who was also responsible for maintaining order in it.

Soon, the competition began, and so did Bu Fang's cooking. He put the Black Turtle Constellation Wok on the stall. The wok had been divided into nine compartments, each with a different soup boiling inside.

Many people wondered what he was going to cook this time.

After all the preparations were completed, Bu Fang handed Xuanyuan Xiahui a banner and asked him to hang it up. 

As soon as the banner was hung, a large crowd gathered in front of it.

"Fang Fang Little Stall. Today's special: Kebab Boiled with Soup."

"Ten Immortal Crystals (Nether Crystals) per skewer. Maximum ten skewers in a bowl." 

"The first ten customers will enjoy a 90% discount…"

Looking at the writings on the banner, the crowd was once again stunned.

"Kebab boiled with soup? What is this? Where is teppanyaki? Where are octopus tentacles?!" 

Many people were unhappy. All they wanted were teppanyaki and octopus tentacles.

"This kebab boiled with soup is definitely not delicious! How can it be as tasty as teppanyaki?!"

"When the stall opens for business, I won't patronize Owner Bu! Yes! I want to protest!"

"If Owner Bu doesn't sell teppanyaki, we won't give him business! Let him lose all the money!" 

Everyone was shouting. Even Fa Wu, the monk, touched his bald head and said, "Amitabha! Owner Bu, you'd better make teppanyaki… Otherwise, I will protest to the end!"

Xuanyuan Xiahui looked at Bu Fang with some concern. He was afraid that these customers would not patronize the stall.

Bu Fang looked up at the crowd while preparing the ingredients, then he twitched the corner of his mouth and said lightly, "Don't worry. Although they said they won't patronize my stall, when I open for business… Well, their stomachs are very honest…"

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Deafening bells rang out from different arenas. At this moment, the whole square boiled up—the individual matches of the Netherworld's Tournament of the Great Path finally began!

Bu Fang shook off the water on his hands and gently exhaled. He looked at the noisy crowd in front of the stall and said faintly, "Fang Fang Little Stall is open now. Please stand in line. The first ten customers can enjoy a 90% discount."

No sooner had Bu Fang said that than the crowd exploded in an uproar. Then, Xuanyuan Xiahui saw the group of people, who had just said not to patronize the stall, quickly form a neat line in front of the stall. Standing in the first place was the bald monk, Fa Wu, who was holding a blue-and-white porcelain bowl in his hand, sniffing with an expectant look on his face.

Xuanyuan Xiahui was rendered speechless.

'I must be f*cking out of my mind to believe your protest! Talk about moral integrity with foodies? I guess I was stupid…'