Bu Fang froze as well. His mouth parted slightly as if he wanted to say something, but no voice came out of it.
Yellow Spring Great Sage lifted the flatbread in his hand and looked at it. He hadn’t eaten it yet—the flatbread was perfectly round with two slices of spirit fruit on top of it. He had a bad feeling.
He opened his mouth again. A gush of hot air rose from his chest, gathered in his mouth, and spewed out, turning into a red fireball in the air, which then exploded like a firework.
It was beautiful, and the skill was perfect. However, it was completely useless.
Bu Fang was a little surprised. Looking at Yellow Spring Great Sage, he said suspiciously, “Why haven’t your ability disappeared?” He thought for a while and went on, “Half an hour had gone by. Under normal circumstances, your ability should have disappeared by now… Is it because the ability is too useless that it will take a longer time to disappear?”
Yellow Spring Great Sage’s face was as dark as the bottom of a wok now. What Bu Fang said gave him some hope. If that was indeed what was happening to him, it would be fine. He was the mighty Yellow Spring Great Sage, a Nine-revolution Great Saint, and he did not want to spew a fireball before fighting his enemy. It would be extremely awkward. It was like a juggler on the street who set a stick on fire by spitting at it. He was the supreme Yellow Spring Great Sage of Earth Prison, not a juggler on the street!
Another half an hour had gone by. Yellow Spring Great Sage sat on his chair with a dark face, while Bu Fang was busy selling flatbreads. Many people paid Nether Crystals and bought flatbreads, and they were very happy. Although one hundred and fifty thousand Nether Crystals were a lot, those who could come here to buy the flatbreads were mostly Little Saints. It was not difficult for them to come out with the money.
Some Little Saints even tried the flatbread on the spot to experience its effect.
Boom!
A Little Saint who wanted to verify the flatbread’s effect took a bite. The wisp of gas rushed into his body, and his eyes lit up instantly. The next moment, a pair of white wings appeared on his back, which flapped and sent him into the sky at lightning speed. At the same time, his cultivation base kept soaring. Although he didn’t grow too strong eventually, the Little Saint was already extremely happy and excited.
It seemed that his luck was really good. Moreover, it proved that the Fortune Flatbread could really bring fortune. As long as one was lucky, one might even become a Great Saint after eating the flatbread and drive the Nether Prison army away, just as Bu Fang had said. If that happened, that person would be famous.
With a black face, Yellow Spring Great Sage glanced at the excited Little Saint and snorted. “Get out of here! Stop showing off before me, or I’ll kill you with my finger!”
His voice exploded like thunder in the Little Saint’s ears, stunning him. The Little Saint quickly flapped his wings and left the restaurant.
Bu Fang looked over curiously.
Yellow Spring Great Sage’s nostrils widened, then he glanced at Bu Fang and opened his mouth.
Roar!
Another beautiful fireball came spewing out and exploded in the air like a dazzling flower.
Looking at the fireball, Yellow Spring Great Sage nearly fainted. ‘It’s over… My mighty reputation is destroyed by the flatbread…’
“I can’t believe it’s really a permanent ability! You… you must be the legendary chosen one!” Bu Fang widened his eyes as he looked at Yellow Spring Great Sage.
He was really surprised. According to the System, it was extremely difficult for one to get a permanent ability from the Fortune Flatbread. In fact, the odds were about one in ten thousand! And yet, Yellow Spring Great Sage had obtained a permanent ability from his second flatbread. Yes, the ability was somewhat useless, but… who cared? His luck was simply heaven-defying!
The amazed look in Bu Fang’s eyes made Yellow Spring Great Sage wish he could kill him with a slap. He was a little confused now. Was he actually lucky or unlucky? Staring at the last flatbread in his hand, he hesitated. As the chosen one, the only person who ate the flatbread and obtained a permanent ability, he should have obsessive confidence in his luck. However…
After thinking about it for a while, Yellow Spring Great Sage decided to give up the last flatbread. Who knew if it would give him another permanent ability to spew water? If that happened, he would have to hide in a corner and weep.
Bu Fang entered the kitchen. Before long, he came back out with another basket of Fortune Flatbreads.
The customers who bought the flatbreads all left the restaurant excitedly. Soon, the news about the flatbreads spread throughout the whole Earth Prison.
People were told that the Fortune Flatbread could provide one with unimaginable fortune, and that as long as one was lucky, one could even become a Great Saint from a Little Saint for a short time. “As long as you have confidence in yourself, the flatbread can send you to the peak of your life,” some expert said. “And there’s even a one-in-a-ten-thousand chance to obtain a permanent ability. That Yellow Spring Yellow Great Sage had obtained a permanent ability to spew fire…”
In less than one day, the news had spread in Earth Prison. Everyone was a little confused when they heard it.
“Fortune Flatbread? What’s that? It gives you a random enhancement by luck? Is there really such a thing? Why is eating flatbread like a lucky draw?”
People were skeptical at first. However, when a Little Saint pulled out a flatbread in front of many experts, took a bite of it, and instantly transformed into a giant who stood over five meters high and exuded a formidable aura, while his Seven-revolution Little Saint cultivation base soared to that of a Nine-revolution Little Saint in an instant, the crowd was stunned.
The fact that the flatbread could improve the Little Saint’s cultivation base by two levels proved that it was much better than the supreme-grade Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine. Of course, the Little Saint returned to his original level after half an hour, but his aura did not fluctuate nor collapse.
That, once again, shocked everyone.
It was an enhancement without any side effects! If everyone had a flatbread and ate it when fighting Nether Prison experts and obtained fearsome abilities, they would definitely throw the enemies off guard!
As Bu Fang had mentioned, if they became a Great Saint after eating the flatbread, they would be famous and leave a deep mark on this age. Everyone was dreaming of becoming a Great Saint, and they were eager to rush toward anything that would give them even just a sliver of chance!
Therefore, when the news spread, the whole Earth Prison exploded into an uproar. All aristocratic families rushed toward Yellow Spring Little Restaurant. This time, it was even more popular than the supreme-grade Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine. For a moment, the people crowded in front of the little restaurant again.
Bu Fang carried one basket of Fortune Flatbreads after another out of the kitchen. His business was booming. If it weren’t for the limitation of three flatbreads per person per day, the roof of Yellow Spring Little Restaurant might have been ripped off. The customers were simply too crazy.
Jin Jiao, Yin Jiao, and the other Prison Overlords had rushed over as well. Nether King Er Ha, Prison Overlord Ying Long, and Lord Dog did not show up, however, and no one knew where they went.
Nether Prison was looking fiercely at Earth Prison, but it had not launched the attack yet as if it was waiting for some opportunity. So when the remaining Prison Overlords heard about Bu Fang’s Fortune Flatbread, they all came to try it. If it was really so magical, it would certainly become a powerful weapon against Nether Prison!
Of course, the news that shook the entire Earth Prison could not be hidden from Nether Prison. The experts of Nether Prison had learned about it as well. However, most of them simply scorned at it.
“Fortune Flatbread? How could a flatbread accomplish what only heaven and earth could do? This is ridiculous…”
“Earth Prison must be trying to relieve the pressure we bring them, which is why it spread this nonsense at this time. They must be trying to frighten us.”
“The people of Earth Prison are indeed idiots. Serve them right to be trampled by us soon.”
…
Countless Nether Prison experts stood in the sky, shrouded in mighty auras. The great army of Nether Prison began to assemble.
Those armies that were sent to conquer the surrounding small worlds had all returned, including the Fire Demons, the Shadow Demons, and the Nether Chefs.
After capturing the surrounding small worlds, the armies of the nine clans were now assembled in the center. Their terrible auras seemed to turn into a colossal monster that was about to break free of heaven and earth.
The war horns were blowing. Their deafening sounds ripped through the sky and made every Nether Prison expert’s blood boil with excitement.
Numerous warships hovered in midair. There was an army on the deck of every ship, which was led by a Peaked Nine-revolution Little Saint. The void creaked under their weight as the warships moved.
At this moment, a beam of light flew over and hovered in midair. It was a silver sword, on which stood a gray-robed old man, who was none other than the Sword Demon Patriarch. At the same time, a huge figure formed entirely of flames loomed in the void, burning the air as terrible heat waves swept out of it. It was the Fire Demon Patriarch.
Of the nine clans, the Patriarchs of the six clans had shown up, hovering high up in the sky. There was a twisting small world over each of them, where the Will of the Great Path poured out and shrouded them, making them look like real gods.
With the arrival of these Patriarchs, the whole Netherworld went into a frenzy.
The void was crushed as tens of thousands of Nether Prison experts howled and roared, embarking on their journey toward Earth Prison with terrible auras.
Meanwhile, the trend of buying flatbread in Earth Prison was over. The experts who had bought the flatbread had left the city.
Every aristocratic family had sent out all their strength and formed a great army. Under the leadership of experts from these families, they were ready to fight with the Nether Prison army.
Earth Prison was very strong, and that was the reason why Nether Prison called back the armies that were sent to conquer various small worlds and assembled them into a great army. It was their respect for Earth Prison. However, for Earth Prison, it was a disaster.
The great army of the nine clans was extremely fearsome. Earth Prison might be able to resist it if the previous Nether King was still alive. Unfortunately, Tian Cang was no longer around.
How was Earth Prison going to withstand the attack this time?
At the Imprisoned Dragon Pass, the border of Earth Prison, a great army consisting of hundreds of thousands of experts had assembled. Everyone was looking up at the distant sky, where a dark cloud was approaching. Mighty figures could be seen over the dark cloud, their terrible auras towering into the sky.
The next moment, an invisible defensive barrier emerged outside Earth Prison, separating the Earth Prison army and the Nether Prison army.
War seemed imminent.
…
The morning sun shone on the earth. Bu Fang opened the door, and a gust of cold wind immediately blew into the restaurant. Earth Prison’s winter seemed to be coming.
Bu Fang’s expression did not change when he saw nobody outside the door. Those customers who had bought the flatbread hadn’t come back. It told him that the war had begun.
Nether Prison had started the invasion, and Earth Prison had begun to defend its homeland.
He sighed softly. Then, he pulled a chair over, placed it in front of the restaurant, and sat down on it, basking in the warm sunlight.
Foxy jumped out from Nethery’s arms onto Bu Fang’s stomach. The little fellow’s eyes kept darting from side to side.
Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth and rubbed the little fox’s head. With a flip of his hand, he produced an Explosive Meatball.
Foxy’s eyes lit up. She took the meatball from Bu Fang and began to gnaw at it on his stomach.
Nethery was clad in a black skirt that revealed her attractive fair legs. Standing behind Bu Fang’s chair, she lifted her head and looked into the distance, her black eyes seemingly gleaming.
Earth Prison was her home. Although she was exiled, it would forever be her home, and she worried about its safety.
There seemed to be a black hole expanding in the distant sky. It was a dark cloud.
Suddenly, the chair squeaked as Bu Fang rose to his feet and gave Foxy, who was eating meatballs, to Nethery.
In Nethery’s puzzled eyes, he clasped his hands behind his back and strode away.
“Help me keep an eye on the restaurant while I pay off some debts…” Bu Fang said to Nethery. While his voice was still ringing in her ears, his figure had already vanished into the hazy morning mist.
Holding Foxy, Nethery didn’t say anything as she watched Bu Fang disappear.
Bu Fang walked out of Yellow Spring Little Restaurant and left Yellow Spring City. He walked with long strides with his hands clasped behind his back, his hair and Vermilion Robe flapping in the wind. Before long, he came to the Yellow Spring River. He did not stop there but continued walking over the water.
In the distance, a small boat drifted through the hazy mist over the river, accompanied by a bleak sound of a flute that lingered in the air.
