1274 If You Want a Nine-Petal Flower of Helplessness, Trade Your Life for I

Your hand slipped?

Who the f*ck would believe your hand slipped? What you said had no credibility at all.

When the audience heard Bu Fang said that innocently through the light screen, they all criticized him in their minds. Naturally, they didn't believe his excuse.

Flames surged in the pit in the distance. The Winged Man Valley leader had been engulfed by the fire, and his aura had died away. After all, he had been seriously wounded by Lord Dog's paw and was dying, so there was no way he could survive after getting hit by Bu Fang's Explosive Meatball. In fact, no one thought he was still alive. 

Suddenly, a beam of holy light shot out of the fire and flew toward Bu Fang. When it arrived in front of him, it exploded. For a moment, it seemed as if there was a white rain. The holy light enveloped Bu Fang and looked beautiful.

Bu Fang squinted at the light dots floating around him with a puzzled expression on his face. "What's this?" he murmured.

Just then, Jin Jiao and the others came at full speed like meteors and landed beside Bu Fang. When they saw the light dots floating around him, their expressions became very unsightly.

"Why didn't you listen when I told you to stop?" Jin Jiao asked.

"My hand slipped," Bu Fang answered with a straight face.

"Your hand slipped? Do you expect me to believe it?" The corner of Jin Jiao's mouth twitched.

You Ji and the others looked at Bu Fang, somewhat speechless.

"Why did you kill him when you knew he was a Winged Man Valley Great Saint's grandson?" Jin Jiao asked.

"He wanted to kill me. Why can't I kill him?" Bu Fang gave Jin Jiao a puzzled look and didn't understand why they didn't allow him to kill the guy.

Jin Jiao paused, then he sighed.

"Do you know what this light rain is? It was released by the Winged Man Valley leader before he died. When it enveloped you, it marked you. Through it, the Winged Man Valley avengers will find you, no matter where you go. They will not let you go."

Bu Fang narrowed his eyes. "Revenge?" 

"The Winged Man Valley is a narrow-minded small world. I told you to stop because I want you to give him to us. He had violated the rules and will definitely be punished," Jin Jiao said helplessly, looking at Bu Fang.

Unfortunately, the Winged Man Valley leader had already been killed by Bu Fang with a meatball.

"If they want to seek revenge, let them come. It's all right," Bu Fang said lightly. After saying that, he slowly wrapped his Taotie Arm in bandages.

Jin Jiao didn't know what to say. All he could do was look helplessly at Bu Fang. As Prison Overlords, they were mainly responsible for enforcing the rules, but unfortunately, they met a group of young people who did not follow those rules.

Jin Jiao and the others were somewhat frustrated. They rushed here to maintain order, but they came a little too late. When they arrived, it was all over.

"Well, the semifinal continues. Look out for yourself, and be careful. The Yellow Spring River is… very dangerous."

As Bu Fang had already gone far away, Jin Jiao could only say this to the other contestants. The next moment, he and the other Prison Overlords disappeared.

Fa Wu and Fa Shang from the West Little Buddhism Realm sat down on the ground. They had escaped death at last.

The experts of the Earth Prison team exchanged glances. Then, after taking one look at the two monks, they continued to fly forward.

Soon, the contestants came to the bank of the Yellow Spring River. Their next test was to cross the river. They had only to cross the river to reach the Yellow Spring Town. Once they got there, the semifinal was over.

The semifinal was a bloody competition. So far, all the participating teams had suffered heavy casualties.

The Winged Man Valley team was wiped out. This sent the Abyss experts scurrying into the Yellow Spring River. They had offended Bu Fang, who could kill the Two-revolution Little Saints. If they had not fled, they would surely have been killed. They still didn't understand why this little chef became so formidable.

The Yellow Spring River was running continuously, filling the air with a deafening rumble. Bones and souls could be seen drifting in the bloody water. However, there was not a whiff of blood in the air, for the water was not real blood.

When the contestants stood on the edge of the river, they could immediately feel the oncoming water vapor. 

They would cross the river next. If they had no boats, they would have to cross the river on their own. The danger during the trip worried many people.

Flying over the Yellow Spring River was forbidden. This was a saying that had been circulating in Earth Prison since ancient times. It was said that once you flew over the river, you were likely to meet deadly disasters. Therefore, everyone who wanted to cross the Yellow Spring River would choose to take a boat.

Just as Bu Fang hesitated about whether to borrow the Netherworld Ship from Nethery, Fa Wu came up to his side.

"Owner Bu, thank you for saving my life. I have a boat. Would you like to cross the river with me?" the monk said with a smile. His face was a little pale, but he had managed to force the Abyss poison out of his body. With a little recuperation, his strength would come back.

Bu Fang glanced at Fa Wu and said, "You're welcome. It was just a coincidence."

The monk chuckled.

A blood-colored ship was slowly crossing the Yellow Spring River. That was the Abyss team's ship. They were terrified by Bu Fang, so they took the lead in crossing the river. The Earth Prison experts also took out a boat—they naturally knew more about the Yellow Spring River than others.

Fa Wu took out a golden Buddha boat. Its surface was fully carved with patterns and was exuding a peaceful and serene air.

When Bu Fang boarded the boat, an invisible Buddha light immediately enveloped his body, making him raise his brows slightly. The light seemed to want to enter him and convert him. However, he only released some divine will, and the light was forced away.

Fa Wu, standing next to him, gave him a deep look.

The boat was soon launched into the water. The bloody river was swift, beating against the boat and sending up bloody spray, which was terrifying to look at.

Bu Fang sat cross-legged down on the deck and looked at the rolling river with a cool face. This was not the first time he crossed the Yellow Spring River.

All of a sudden, a red mist drifted over, enveloping the river and obscuring everything. 

"Amitabha! It is said that the Yellow Spring River is mysterious and leads to the otherworld. Now it seems there is some truth in it." Fa Wu put his palms together before his chest as he looked at the red mist with a grave expression.

The boat drifted slowly. Not far from their side was the Earth Prison team's boat, while further ahead was the Abyss team's boat, barely visible. The three boats moved slowly on the river, causing the water to ripple.

"What's that?!" Suddenly, someone shouted on the quiet river. Judging from the voice, it seemed to come from an Abyss expert in the distance.

Bu Fang narrowed his eyes slightly, while Fa Wu turned to look in that direction. The monk hated the Abyss to the bone now.

"Is that a lotus flower?!"

"What a beautiful flower… I'll go and pick it up!"

"Good heavens! Is this lotus flower a sacred-grade immortal ingredient? No… It seems there's more to it than that!" 

There was a stir from the Abyss boat, and that took everyone aback.

A lotus flower in the Yellow Spring River?

Bu Fang recalled the scenes when he was crossing the river last time. "The Senseless Lotus in the Yellow Spring River…" he murmured in a low voice.

He guessed that the Abyss experts should have encountered the mysterious Senseless Lotus. The system had once reminded him about the lotus, which seemed to be a divide-grade ingredient. A precious herb that could make the system take the initiative to inform him was naturally extraordinary. 

An expert flew out of the Abyss boat and landed lightly on the river, slowly approaching the Senseless Lotus floating quietly not far away.

Fa Wu put his hands together and said, "I can't believe they encountered Earth Prison's Senseless Lotus. That's a legendary thing… It represents death and disaster…" He seemed to know a lot of secrets.

At this moment, a commotion broke out in the Earth Prison boat. A Little Saint rushed out of the boat, stepped on the water, and ran toward the lotus as if he was running on land. The Earth Prison team also wanted to get the Senseless Lotus. 

A legendary spirit herb naturally drove them crazy.

"Get lost!" The Abyss expert roared and attacked the Earth Prison expert. A fierce battle broke out instantly.

For a moment, the whole Yellow Spring River seemed to have exploded, with monstrous waves rising into the sky. However, the surroundings of the Senseless Lotus were still very quiet.

Bu Fang sat on the deck and watched them fight calmly.

Bang! Bang! Bang! 

They fought fiercer and fiercer, and then more Abyss and Earth Prison experts joined the battle. Soon, they fought from the water surface to the air, rushing out of the hazy red mist. However, no sooner had they burst through the mist than a gigantic bloody palm, like the hand of a demon, suddenly appeared above them and came slapping down hard.

In the blink of an eye, all the Abyss and Earth Prison experts were thrown into the Yellow Spring River.

Flying over the Yellow Spring River was forbidden. No one was allowed to stay in the air except supreme experts. 

Before long, the howling came to an abrupt end. Bodies emerged from the river. They were the bodies of the Abyss and Earth Prison experts. These bodies floated in the water, drifting slowly around the Senseless Lotus.

Suddenly, a boat came drifting over through the hazy red mist, and a melodious sound of a flute could be heard coming out of it.

Fa Wu's pupils constricted, and his expression changed drastically. He quickly put his palms together, sat cross-legged down, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures. His body began to glow goldenly, and only then did he manage to resist the flute.

Bu Fang stood up and clasped his hands behind his back. His Vermilion Chef Robe flapped noisily in the wind.

"The Senseless Lotus and the Soul Fisherman… It's been a long time," he murmured.

On the boat stood an old man wearing a hat and a blood-colored raincoat. He had a stubbly face and a bone flute in his hand. The melodious sound filling the air came from this bone flute. 

The enchanting sound came drifting over slowly as if to wash away one's memory, to make one forget everything and set foot on the road to the afterlife.

Bu Fang's eyes suddenly burst into golden light. The next moment, the divine will Phantom Spirit in the mental force whirlpool within his spirit sea flicked open its eyes. His divine will immediately poured out and pushed the sound away.

Back then, he had to rely on Lord Dog to resist the flute, but now, he was not afraid anymore because he had divine will.

The flute stopped. The Soul Fisherman used a fishing rod to gently touch the bodies floating around the Senseless Lotus. The next moment, twisted souls were fished out of the bodies and were stuffed into the fish basket on the boat.

"It's terrible…" There was blood running down Fa Wu's nose and mouth as he looked at the old man on the Yellow Spring River in horror.

Bu Fang stood on the deck and looked straight at the old man. Suddenly, his eyes flashed. 

"Plunge into helplessness, step into the afterlife, enter the transmigration…"

The old man's chuckle drifted through the air. After their souls were fished out by the old man, the bodies of the Abyss and Earth Prison experts sank into the river and turned into bones.

Just then, the old man seemed to sense something. He jerked his head up and looked at Bu Fang, who was standing on the Buddha boat.

"Oh?" The old man's eyes narrowed slightly. He found the face familiar. "It's you… the young man who asked me for a Flower of Helplessness." He sat in the boat as his hoarse voice resounded over the river.

Looking at the old man, the corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched slightly. "Does Old Senior still have Flowers of Helplessness?"

"Flowers of Helplessness… Yes, I do. From one petal to nine petals, I have them all," the old man answered.

"A Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness…" Bu Fang's breathing became short. The Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine he had brewed previously used only One-leaf Yellow Spring Grass and One-petal Flower of Helplessness. Although it tasted good, it was no longer up to standard for him now.

Since he had come to the Yellow Spring River again, how could he go back empty-handed?

He had always wanted to make a peerless jar of wine with Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass and Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness!

With his hands clasped behind him, Bu Fang stepped out of the boat and floated in the air.

"Old Senior, I wish to have a Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness. What can I give you in exchange for it?" he asked.

"A Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness… Young man, your appetite is getting bigger and bigger. You don't have that dog guarding you now…" said the old man. He then turned his hand, and a flower that looked like a magnolia appeared in his palm, floating. It was holy white with nine petals, exuding rich energy.

"This is a Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness… If you want it, trade it with your life…"