1267 Looking for a Sacred Beas

"Dead… They're dead?!"

Everyone who saw the scene through the light screen was struck dumb. They felt cold all over as if they had fallen into a ten-thousand-year-old ice cave.

The One-revolution Little Saint of the Winged Man Valley was dead.

Of all the Winged Man Valley contestants, the weakest were One-revolution Little Saints. They were determined to make it to the finals and fight against Nether Prison geniuses. However, one of their Little Saints was killed at the beginning of the semifinals, and even his wings were savagely torn to pieces.

The Abyss expert was also a peak One-revolution Little Saint, but he was killed and nailed to the ground by a spear.

The result greatly surprised everyone.

"How can the little chef from the Immortal Cooking Realm be so strong? Didn't he just have a powerful mental force?"

The crowd was stunned. When they recalled his arrogant remark of calling them all rubbish, they felt their eardrums were buzzing.

"This fellow… really does seem to have the strength to say so!"

Two peak Little Saints were mercilessly killed by him. They all saw the battle just now and noticed that he didn't show any sign of strain while fighting against the two experts. It meant that this was not his real strength yet. 

"This little chef is likely to be the biggest wild card in this Netherworld's Tournament of the Great Path!"

…

In fact, not only them, but Bu Fang himself was also curious about how strong his cultivation base was after being possessed by the Artifact Spirit. Was it at the level of a Two-revolution Little Saint or Three-revolution?

With a buzzing sound, his white hair turned back to its original color, and his pupils also returned to normal. The White Tiger had gone back to his spirit sea, and he immediately felt the great loss in his body. Clearly, the battle was not as easy as outsiders seem. Even with the cultivation base of a half-step Saint, his body was almost completely depleted of true energy.

With a thought, Bu Fang entered his spirit sea and asked the White Tiger what level his fighting strength would reach after he was being possessed by them.

The White Tiger proudly cocked his head and said, "The fighting strength after being possessed by the Artifact Spirits is determined by the Host's cultivation base. The Host can only be possessed by one Spirit a day. This is the rule.

"The Host with the cultivation base of half-step Saint can probably have the same fighting strength as a One-revolution Little Saint after being possessed, but with our abilities, there's no problem fighting against a Two-revolution Little Saint, though it will take some effort to kill one. As for Three-revolution Little Saints, we can also fight, but don't even think about killing them." The White Tiger was cocky, but when Bu Fang asked, he answered honestly.

He left his spirit sea. With his hands clasped behind his back, he hovered in midair. There were two bodies beneath his feet, gurgling with blood. After seeing them, the look in his eyes grew cold. The White Tiger was in charge of killing, so he didn't hesitate to kill. He then turned and looked toward the depths of the dense forest. 

With a thought, Mo Yan, Zhu Yan, and the others appeared in front of him. They still seemed a little confused, not quite sure why they were suddenly sent to another world by Bu Fang. Soon, they came to their senses and saw the two bodies below. Although the two men were dead, the terrible pressure that emanated from their bodies still frightened them. 

"An Abyss Little Saint and… a Winged Man Valley Little Saint?!" 

Zhu Yan and the others weren't too surprised when they saw the Abyss Little Saint, but when they saw the Winged Man Valley Little Saint, they gasped.

Both of them were dead, and both were killed by Bu Fang.

'Is the Great Demon King really so horrible? He even killed a Winged Man Valley Little Saint!'

"If you want to gain experience, go now. Be careful and don't get caught by others, because once you're found, it will be difficult to escape. There are many treasures along the Yellow Spring River to its source, but you need to stay alive to get them," Bu Fang said, looking at them.

Zhu Yan and the others were going to take advantage of this competition to find their fated chances, and Bu Fang would not stop them. The trip to Earth Prison was indeed a great opportunity for them. The Immortal Cooking Realm was in the stage of recovery, so it didn't have too many good things. Earth Prison, on the other hand, was already mature. They might be able to obtain rare treasures such as immortal fruits or nether fruits and become Little Saints overnight. After all, luck was hard to predict.

"You can go now. We'll meet at Yellow Spring Town. Good luck," Bu Fang said.

Zhu Yan, Fang Yu, Mo Yan, and Xuanyuan Xiahui nodded seriously. After coming to Earth Prison to participate in the tournament, they finally understood that behind an able man, there were always other able men. They saw all kinds of geniuses, whose auras were so strong that they simply couldn't resist, and that almost despaired them. If it hadn't been for Bu Fang, they would have gone home. Therefore, they wanted to take this chance well. As Jin Jiao said yesterday, the semifinal was as much a matter of opportunity to them. After all, there were countless treasures all the way up the Yellow Spring River.

With a rumble, Zhu Yan and the others turned into beams of light and shot into the depths of the dense forest, shaking the ground and kicking up fallen leaves. They went to look for their opportunity. They might die in the process, but they were no longer a group of children living in the Immortal Cooking Realm's gentle countryside. They knew they needed to grow. Maybe after this competition, they would become the backbone of the realm, but everything would have to wait until they came back alive.

Bu Fang put his hands behind his back and watched them leave with an indifferent expression. Then, he glanced again at the two bodies on the ground and frowned slightly. He needed to move faster, too. He must complete the Little Saint test as soon as possible, get the black jade plate, and enter the finals. Moreover, he always felt that the semifinal was not as simple as it seemed.

'The organizers are very bold to set the competition venue on the bank of the Yellow Spring River. Aren't they afraid of the Yellow Spring Great Sage's wrath? He is a Great Saint, after all.' 

…

Battles broke out continuously all the way through the dense forest. As they went deeper, the fighting became more and more intense. Several teams from second-class small worlds were soon attacked by other teams, and their jade plates were mercilessly snatched away.

Some teams were lucky and met kind teams like the West Little Buddhism Realm, so they were able to survive. However, those teams that met the Winged Man Valley and the Abyss were not so lucky. They were all brutally killed.

As a result, when the journey was halfway through, teams from second-class small worlds were basically all wiped out, leaving only a few first-class small world teams. These remaining teams had a tacit understanding to use different routes. Obviously, they didn't want to meet and fight each other. They knew it was not a safe journey.

There were very fearsome savage monsters in the dense forest, and many of these monsters were at sacred beast level. After all, this was the Yellow Spring River valley, a remote area that had not yet been developed in Earth Prison.

Earlier, a slightly weaker first-class small world team intruded the territory of a three-star sacred beast. As a result, the whole team was savagely obliterated, and their jade plate also fell there.

Jin Jiao had said that if the teams that arrived in the Yellow Spring Town didn't have two jade plates, they would be eliminated. It was a cruel competition, so each team was extremely careful.

The audience was glued to the light screen, and some even clenched their fists nervously.

… 

"The Little Saint test requires me to hunt a one-star sacred beast and cook a dish with it as the ingredient…" 

Bu Fang was thinking. The task was not simple even for him. First of all, it was not easy to find a one-star sacred beast in the Yellow Spring River valley. The whole area was so vast that if he searched aimlessly, he didn't know when he would find one.

He furrowed his brows tightly and landed on the ground.

The forest ground was full of rotten leaves. All of a sudden, the leaves exploded, and a long snake, its color the same as that of a fallen leaf, opened its mouth and darted at Bu Fang at full speed, spewing poison from its fangs.

It was a seven-star beast emperor. Its strength was good, but it was too weak for Bu Fang. Before it could reach him, the snake began to burn. A white flame burned it to death in an instant.

With a thud, the snake fell to the ground, charred and emitting a strange smell of meat.

"Hunting… naturally requires bait…" Looking at the burnt snake, Bu Fang's eyes suddenly lit up.

The corners of his mouth twitched. Then, with a thought, he produced a clucking Eight Treasures Chicken. 

Eighty's eyes were wide as it looked around with a stunned face.

Bu Fang grabbed the chicken, stroked its head, and said, "Eighty, after eating countless rare and precious treasures in the Heaven and Earth Farmland, you little fellow are not weak among all the other beast emperors. Also, as an Eight Treasures Chicken, you're a great tonic and have a high-level sense. Tell me, can you sense any sacred beasts around you now?" 

Eighty rolled its tiny eyes and nodded. Then, its round and fat body broke free from Bu Fang's hand and jumped to the ground. It clucked and took a step, intending to run south. However, it had just taken a step when Bu Fang picked it up by its head.

"Very well, thank you very much." Bu Fang glanced at Eighty with a faint smile and walked north. 

Eighty's eyes went wide as it stared incredulously at Bu Fang.

What about the trust between man and chicken?!

Eighty was a rare immortal beast that could provide great nourishment, which made it a great temptation for savage monsters. Therefore, it had a natural warning against predators. Once it was in the territory of a savage monster, it would instinctively turn its head and walk away. Bu Fang knew this very well.

He sent Eighty back to the farmland and flew in the opposite direction.

After flying for some time, he suddenly felt cold all over and noticed many cobwebs in the forest. His pupils constricted, and he stopped on a tree branch and glanced around.

The next moment, several spider's threads fell one by one and came at full speed toward him.

"Huh? A spider savage monster?" Bu Fang felt a headache. It was the last savage monster he wanted to meet because it couldn't be eaten.

Boom! Boom! Boom! 

The ground shook, and the trees fell. The cobwebs suspended in midair all turned into sharp spears and shot at Bu Fang. He snapped his fingers and unleashed his divine will. The next moment, a white flame appeared, burning the void and twisting it.

In the blink of an eye, all the spider's threads were burned, then fell to the ground.

ROAR! 

There was a savage roar in the dense forest, causing Bu Fang to furrow his brows. 

All of a sudden, a huge hairy black spider, tens of feet tall, emerged from the trees, opened its mouth wide at Bu Fang, and roared. He could see a female face under its belly.

"A one-star sacred beast, Beauty Spider Emperor!" With the System, Bu Fang immediately recognized the savage monster. Unfortunately, although it was indeed a one-star sacred beast, it was a spider and couldn't be made into food.

He shook his head, kicked on the tree branch, and flew back. With a thought, a bright golden meatball emerged in his palm, and he threw it at the approaching spider.

With a boom, the meatball exploded, and Bu Fang disappeared.

On the following journey, Bu Fang broke into the territory of several savage monsters, but unfortunately, he didn't meet a suitable target. He had even encountered three-star sacred beasts, and he had to turn around and run away immediately.

The audience who saw Bu Fang's behavior through the light screen was already confused. In their view, he must be an idiot. The other contestants were all avoiding savage monsters, but he kept intruding the lair of one savage monster after another, and then running away. Was he mentally sick?

A golden ray sped through the dense forest. Suddenly, it stopped in midair. Bu Fang squinted slightly and looked into the distance. There, he saw a glow coming from a treasure and towering spirit energy, accompanied by sounds of shouting and fighting.

It seemed that he had met a semifinal team. He asked Shrimpy to bring him forward. Soon, they landed on a big tree, where they watched the battle from a distance. Shrimpy lay lazily on his shoulder, spitting bubbles, while his eyes lit up as he watched the fight.

In the distance, an expert covered in blood was struggling to resist the attack of a large black snake that looked like a flood dragon. Not far away from the snake, several bright red fruits were swaying in the wind. The glow Bu Fang saw came from these fruits.

Many spectators gasped when they saw the fruits. They were a kind of supreme-grade immortal ingredient, the Spirit Floor Dragon Fruit. It was plain that the snake wanted to turn into a flood dragon with the help of the fruit. Once it succeeded, its strength would certainly become stronger.

Everyone assumed Bu Fang would pick the fruit while the expert was fighting the snake. However, they soon found that they were wrong. His gleaming eyes were not fixed on the fruit, but on the fierce black snake, a peak one-star sacred beast.