Of course, everyone knew that this was not the end. Although the Nether Prison army had lost, they would certainly come back, and the next time, the situation would be even more bitter.
Di Ting, the strongest expert of the nine clans, and Nether Puppeteer Patriarch did not take part in this war. The reason for that was unknown, but it had given Earth Prison a breathing space.
Tyrant Patriarch had fallen. Once this news spread, the whole Nether Prison would explode into an uproar.
As a Perfected Great Saint and the soul of the Tyrant Clan, the death of Tyrant Patriarch was a shocking disaster to the experts of the clan. After losing him, the clan’s status would plummet to the bottom of the nine clans. Even though they had other Great Saints, the absence of Tyrant Patriarch, who held the clan together, would make it harder for them to have great power again.
The battlefield of the stars was quiet, with only broken meteorites and the blood of Great Saints. Since ancient times, this place had been known as the graveyard of Great Saints as countless of them had fallen here.
The battle that had just ended was comparable to the one that Nether King Tian Cang fought when he attacked Nether Prison. At that time, countless Great Saints were killed, but it was Earth Prison who lost.
On the ground, Earth Prison experts all raised their arms and cheered. They were too excited to contain their emotions.
It was a hard-won victory. Earth Prison had suffered heavy casualties, with some aristocratic families wiped out. But this was war. Had it not been for Bu Fang’s Fortune Flatbread, Earth Prison might not have been able to hold on long ago.
In this war, Bu Fang’s Fortune Flatbread became even more famous. Because of the good fortune they brought, the whole war was turned around.
…
On the wall of Imprisoned Dragon Pass…
Everyone fell silent as they looked at the battlefield. It was filled with death and smoke, with bodies scattered all over the ground and blood flowing like rivers. The cruelty of the war lay before them at this moment.
Ice Saint, clad in a white dress, stood on the wall and let out a long sigh as she looked at the devastated land. Bu Fang and the others were on the wall as well.
Yellow Spring Great Sage narrowed his eyes with the corners of his mouth curved upward slightly, as if something good had happened. He looked at Bu Fang and seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated. “Forget it. I’ll discuss it with you when we get back to the restaurant,” he said with a smile.
Nethery stood beside Bu Fang in silence, while Er Ha and Ying Long went to manage the aftermath of the war.
Although the war was over, it did not mean that everything was over. Nether Prison was certainly not about to give up its goal of unifying the Netherworld.
In the future, it would definitely come back, and it would surely return with greater strength. By then, Nether Puppeteer Patriarch, Di Ting, and other supreme existences would highly likely participate in the war.
Earth Prison, on the other hand, lacked experts at this level.
Suddenly Bu Fang remembered something, and he turned to Yellow Spring Great Sage and Ice Saint. As someone who had lived the longest, they might know the answer.
“Nether Puppeteer Patriarch mentioned just now that Lord Dog is going to take the last step, and he will definitely stop it. What does that mean?”
Yellow Spring Great Sage and Ice Saint looked at each other. Their faces grew solemn at the same time.
After thinking for a while, Yellow Spring Great Sage said to Ice Saint, “Sister, you tell him.”
Ice Saint nodded. “Do you know why Di Ting and Nether Puppeteer Patriarch didn’t take part in this war?” she asked.
Bu Fang shook his head doubtfully. This was actually one of the things that he didn’t understand. If Di Ting and Nether Puppeteer Patriarch joined the war, Earth Prison would never have been able to withstand their attack.
“Because they can’t. At their level, they’re thinking about how to break through to the next level. It was like a hazy mist, which cannot be touched or seen through,” said Ice Saint.
“Tian Cang touched this level once, but he gave up. He chose to fight Nether Prison. Di Ting should also have reached this level. As for Nether Puppeteer, he may still be a little behind… However, he needs to protect Di Ting from being disturbed, so he didn’t take part in the invasion as well.”
Bu Fang nodded with a straight face, then went on to ask, “So, you mean Lord Dog has reached that level too? Then why could he still show up to help us?”
Ice Saint’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly. Looking at Bu Fang, she said, “Earth Prison Dog should have just stepped into that level, so he can easily come out to help you. When he reaches the critical moment, any interference may lead to failure.”
Bu Fang was lost in thought. ‘No wonder Nether Puppeteer Patriarch was so horrified when he learned that Lord Dog had reached that level…’
“When Di Ting’s condition stabilizes, Nether Puppeteer won’t need to guard him anymore. At that time, he will probably sabotage Earth Prison Dog’s breakthrough,” Ice Saint said.
Bu Fang nodded. ‘Maybe Lord Dog has his own plan…’ he thought to himself.
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The result of this war shocked the small words around the Netherworld. No one expected that the full-force attack of Nether Prison would be resisted by Earth Prison, and that even Tyrant Patriarch and Horned Demon Patriarch were killed on the battlefield of the stars.
The experts of the Vajra Realm clenched their fists in excitement. Their world was defeated by Tyrant Patriarch. In terms of physical strength, the Vajra Realm was much weaker than the Tyrants. Although their world was now a vassal of Nether Prison, that didn’t prevent them from feeling excited at the news of Tyrant Patriarch’s tragic death.
The other small worlds, including the West Little Buddhism Realm and the Wandering Soul Realm, were all in uproars when the news reached them.
The invincible Nether Prison was beaten in the war with Earth Prison. It proved that Earth Prison was really strong. Even without Nether King Tian Cang, it was still not a world to be messed with.
However, everyone knew that Earth Prison had only temporarily stopped the invasion. The goal of Nether Prison was to unify the Netherworld and turn it into a great world, with it being the center of this great world.
Nether Prison would never give up invading Earth Prison. Soon, when the Great World Plan was launched, Earth Prison would not be able to withstand the crazy attack of Nether Prison.
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It was bustling again in front of Yellow Spring Little Restaurant.
With the end of the war, the Fortune Flatbread’s fame spread throughout Earth Prison. Almost everyone knew about it now, including the name and location of the restaurant that sold it. It was a magical food that could turn the tide of the war.
Unfortunately, the owner of the restaurant cut back on the number of Fortune Flatbreads he sold after the war. Instead of three per day, each person could now buy only one. Most people, however, had no complaints. As long as they could buy it, they would be very happy.
Some aristocratic families even sent people to wait in front of the restaurant, and as soon as the door opened, they would buy the flatbread. They wanted to keep a stockpile of Fortune Flatbread because they knew that they would definitely come in handy in future wars.
These families were not stupid. Earth Prison seemed to have won the war this time, but they knew about the crisis that lurked behind the victory. Once Nether Prison launched another invasion, Earth Prison would definitely not be able to withstand the attack, for the next invasion would certainly involve more powerful experts.
Without top experts, Earth Prison could not win the coming war.
Although war was not all about top experts, how could they resist if their top experts were outnumbered? After all, it was still the stronger men who had the bigger say in this world.
Ting-a-ling!
The kitchen curtain was lifted, and Bu Fang came out of it carrying a basket of Fortune Flatbreads. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his fair arms. The steaming bread was now the best seller in Yellow Spring Little Restaurant.
With a thump, he put the basket of Fortune Flatbreads on the table. This was the last basket of the day. Bu Fang made a limited number of Fortune Flatbreads every day, about three baskets or so. After he had sold all of them, he would not continue to make them.
The customers waiting in line were already impatient. They paid the money, took the Flatbreads, and promptly left.
Some people bought the flatbread for the fortune gas in it, while others simply bought it for its taste. Excluding the magical fortune gas, the delicious taste of the flatbread had captured the hearts of many. Some people even traveled tens of thousands of miles and spent tens of thousands of Nether Crystals just to taste a piece of Fortune Flatbread.
When the last Fortune Flatbread was sold, Bu Fang told the customers who were still in line that the day’s Fortune Flatbread sales were over.
Of course, some people were upset, but others continued to queue up. It was still worth waiting in line for other delicacies in the restaurant.
Sizzle…
Bu Fang was busy cooking in the kitchen. After the war, the restaurant’s business picked up again.
Nethery became a temporary waitress to help Bu Fang serve the dishes, saving him a lot of trouble. Foxy sometimes helped her. However, whenever the little fox looked at the steaming braised pork and the glittering and translucent meat chunks, her mouth would water. Waitressing could be a form of torture, especially for foodies like Foxy. So, just when she could no longer bear it, she returned to the Heaven and Earth Farmland.
Yellow Spring Great Sage also visited the restaurant from time to time. However, he only ordered a dish that goes with wine each time, and then he would sit happily at a table, holding his jade wine jar. When the dish was served, he would touch the mouth of the jar with his lips and taste a little bit of the wine. Sometimes, he would just moisten his lips with it, then finish the dish in great joy.
This kind of life made Yellow Spring Great Sage feel comfortable. At least, he was happier than when he had only known how to hold grass.
Nether King Er Ha finally regained his freedom. When he had nothing to do, he would come to Yellow Spring Little Restaurant and pester Bu Fang for spicy strips. Eventually, the latter stopped giving him a hard time and gave him some spicy strips.
After that, he always held a spicy strip between his lips while chatting with customers in the restaurant, and he would suck the strip from time to time. He looked very happy and content.
Because of a small restaurant, the once quiet and remote Yellow Spring City seemed to have become the heart of Earth Prison. All the aristocratic families had sent their experts to buy properties in the city, while some itinerant cultivators also gathered here.
The people from the nearby towns and cities were constantly migrating over. Soon, the once desolate city expanded and became a great city.
The Lord of Yellow Spring City, who was also the Lord of Forbidden Soul City before it was destroyed, was grinning from ear to ear. He went from being a little-known city lord to the lord of one of the most famous cities in Earth Prison, and all this was just because of a little restaurant.
Of course, he was also a frequent visitor to this restaurant.
The day’s business for the restaurant was over, but the nightlife in Yellow Spring City had just begun.
On the streets, stalls selling all kinds of steaming dishes and snacks had been set up. On both sides of the streets were pedestrians, lanterns, ceremonial lanterns, and various delicious delicacies.
Because of a restaurant, business in the city was booming, and all kinds of special delicacies had gathered here, which made the city a famous food city.
Bu Fang no longer hunkered down in the restaurant at night. He would take Nethery and Foxy out and hang out in the streets. He thought it would be nice to take some time to taste the food and feel the local customs of Earth Prison.
Earth Prison was vast, but Bu Fang did not have time to visit all the places. He had only been to the Goddess City and Yellow Spring City, but that was enough for him.
Yellow Spring City had a great atmosphere at night. Nethery followed Bu Fang and glanced around curiously. The streets were lined with stalls selling various steaming delicacies, and the vendors were busy cooking.
Bu Fang saw a group of people gathered in front of a stall while the vendor was selling food to them with a big smile. He walked over, pointed to the snack made of dough in the wok, and asked, “What’s this?”
“It’s a specialty delicacy of Earth Prison, young man, a black glutinous rice cake from the south. Very delicious. Would you like to have some?” the vendor looked at Bu Fang and explained with a big smile.
Bu Fang nodded. He paid the Nether Crystals, then took the bag of black rice cake and shared it with Nethery.
There were still many kinds of delicacies along the street, including roasted phoenix feet, steamed Overlord Snails, and noodles seared with red oil.
Just as Bu Fang and Nethery were enjoying the rice cake, he suddenly stopped walking because a gentle and charismatic voice rang in his head.
“Lord Dog?”
Bu Fang was slightly stunned at the voice.
