1312 The Fearsome Whitey
A soft voice came through the door, giving Bu Fang and Nether King Er Ha pause. A fragrant breeze came next, and then Bu Fang saw a familiar figure, who was none other than Bi Luo, the Empress of Goddess City.
‘Why is she here? Shouldn’t she be in Goddess City?’ Bu Fang thought.
Empress Bi Luo was dressed in a bright red gown. Her long fair legs could be vaguely seen through the red dress, and when her long eyelashes moved, her eyes gleamed enchantingly.
Bu Fang looked at her and frowned, but said nothing.
“Owner Bu, have you made something amazing recently and shocked the whole Earth Prison? Even my Master told me to find out more about it myself.” Empress Bi Luo said with narrowed eyes and an attractive smile on her beautiful face.
Bu Fang, however, remained impassive. He lifted a hand and pointed at Nether King Er Ha, who was holding his head with both hands and looked sorrowful. This guy had just gulped down one million Nether Crystals again, but he didn’t make a breakthrough.
“Oh, my stupid brother is here too…” Empress Bi Luo glanced at Nether King Er Ha in surprise. She could sense his cultivation base, and the oppressive pressure he exuded made her suck in a cold breath. She realized that her brother had broken through to the Great Saint Realm.
“A Great Saint… Dad really had high hopes for this boy,” she said enviously. Then, after noticing Nether King Er Ha’s gloomy look, she turned to Bu Fang and asked, “What happened to him?”
Bu Fang glanced coldly at the Nether King and said in an indifferent voice, “Nothing. He just drank a glass of wine.”
“Wine?” Empress Bi Luo’s eyes lit up in an instant. She slightly pursed her red lips, came in front of Bu Fang with sexy steps, and fixed her eyes at the wine on the table. She was immediately intoxicated by the bouquet wafting out of the glasses.
“Is this the wine that many claimed could help a Great Saint break through a level?” she asked.
Bu Fang nodded.
She was thrilled. “It seems that this is the thing Master is looking for… The breakthroughs of Prison Overlord Ying Long and Er Ha are all because of your wine, right?”
Empress Bi Luo touched her smooth, fair chin and became lost in thought. The wine was indeed heaven-defying. Besides, judging from Er Ha’s sorrowful look, only the first cup of this wine would have a significant effect. Even so, it was still heaven-defying. A wine that could help a Great Saint break through… She was extremely thrilled just by thinking about it.
She narrowed her eyes and said to Bu Fang with a smile, “I want a cup… I need to bring it back to my Master!”
Bu Fang glanced at her, raised a hand, and pointed to the small wooden plaque at the door. “One million Nether Crystals for a cup. Also, here’s a friendly reminder: this restaurant doesn’t accept take-out orders. You can only drink this wine here.”
‘One million Nether Crystals for a single cup?’ Empress Bi Luo was dumbfounded when she heard that. ‘One million Nether Crystals… This wine is too expensive! He’s treating people like fools! Also, the wine can only be drunk here? How am I going to report this to Master? I need to bring this wine back to her…’
Empress Bi Luo thought for a while, then she said, “Can’t you bend the rules a little, Bu Fang? I’m the Empress of Goddess City after all…”
She touched her purse. She couldn’t even fork out one hundred thousand Nether Crystals now, let alone one million. No one would bring so many Nether Crystals when traveling, and she wasn’t aware of the price before this.
Suddenly, the ground shook, and then a silver skeleton walked through the door.
Empress Bi Luo turned around and gave the skeleton a sideways glance, who was an expert from the Cave of the Fallen Gods.
“If you don’t have money, don’t buy wine.” The skeleton’s mouth opened and closed, and a mysterious voice came out of it.
Empress Bi Luo’s face turned cold instantly. She just forgot to bring her money. As the Empress of Goddess City, how could she not have one million Nether Crystals?
“Are you mocking me, skeleton?” she said, her eyes narrowed.
The ghostly fire in the silver skeleton’s eye sockets twitched. Then, it flipped its skeletal palm, and a purse immediately appeared, which fell to the table with a thud.
“Little chef, give me a cup of wine,” said the silver skeleton.
‘A skeleton from the Cave of the Fallen Gods…’ Bu Fang looked at the skeleton with a straight face. He couldn’t help but think of the skeleton in golden armor who tried to kill him, who had used a Great Saint trick and smashed him with a golden skeletal arm.
He remembered everything clearly, and he would not be polite to anyone who tried to kill him. Although he treated everyone who came to his restaurant as customers, it was up to him to decide whether he wanted to sell them his dishes or not.
“How do skeletons drink?” Bu Fang asked with an expressionless face as he stared at the silver skeleton.
The flames in the skeleton’s eye sockets throbbed violently. “It’s none of your business how skeletons drink. All you have to do is sell me the wine…” the skeleton said coldly. There seemed to be a threat in its voice.
Empress Bi Luo stood to the side with a slight smile. ‘How skeletons drink is a very serious question…’
“I’m sorry, but this wine will not be sold to you,” Bu Fang sat in his chair and said faintly.
The silver skeleton was displeased, and the ghostly fire in its eye sockets seemed to want to burn everything. “How dare you!”
“Hehehe… The little chef’s right. You’re a skeleton, so how are you going to drink it? Can you even digest it?”
A cold voice came through the door. Then, a plume of black smoke rolled into the restaurant and hovered in midair. Gradually, the smoke dispersed, revealing a figure wrapped in black bandages.
“The Black Temple guy… Do you want to fight?” the silver skeleton said coldly as it lifted a hand and clenched its palm into a fist, filling the air with a cracking sound.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk… Are you angry from embarrassment? I didn’t come here today to chat with you… Owner, give me a cup of wine,” the figure in black bandages, who was an expert from the Black Temple, said to Bu Fang in a hoarse voice.
‘This is interesting. Even the Black Temple and the Cave of the Fallen Gods are sending their men here…’ Bu Fang narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms.
“You also want to buy the wine?” Bu Fang asked.
The Black Temple expert nodded. “I’m not like this ugly and useless skeleton. I can drink.”
“I’m sorry, but I won’t sell you the wine even if you are not useless,” Bu Fang said coldly.
The Black Temple expert’s expression changed dramatically. “Why?!”
“Why? The guy who tried to assassinate me in Nether Prison is from your Black Temple, isn’t he?” Bu Fang said, looking at the expert who was wrapped up like a mummy.
The Black Temple expert’s face froze. Sure enough, Bu Fang still remembered this incident. However, it was normal because no one would forget it. After all, being assassinated was like walking on the edge of death.
“You have to sell me the wine today… My Master said I must bring the wine back to the Black Temple… You don’t want to live every day of your life in fear of assassination, do you?” the expert said coldly, sneering at Bu Fang.
The silver skeleton laughed as it watched. “The Black Temple is still so shameless and disgusting. After all these years, the way you threaten people hasn’t changed at all.”
Empress Bi Luo narrowed her eyes and looked at the silver skeleton and the Black Temple expert with a half-smile. At this moment, Lord Dog, lying under the Path-understanding Tree, opened his sleepy eyes and glanced at the two experts.
The glance immediately made their hearts skip a beat. The rumor that claimed the Earth Prison Dog was guarding this little restaurant was indeed true.
The Black Temple expert withdrew his arrogance in an instant and didn’t dare to be rude, but the way he looked at Bu Fang grew colder.
Bu Fang remained in his chair with a straight face. ‘I’m being threatened… all because I refused to sell him the wine… But am I a man who is afraid of being threatened?’
“Owner Bu… I can help you get rid of these two annoying guys, but can you bend the rules a little bit for me?” Empress Bi Luo said, chuckling.
The Black Temple expert and the silver skeleton turned to her.
“What strength do you have to get rid of us, woman?” Both experts sneered at the same time.
Empress Bi Luo shook her head. Then, she turned to look at Nether King Er Ha, who was still wallowing in frustration, and raised her voice. “Would you give me a hand, little brother?”
As her voice rang out, Nether King Er Ha paused. He then struggled to his feet, his body swaying. He felt a little dizzy. The supreme-grade Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine was very strong. Although it had lost the effect of breaking through, its alcohol content was still very high.
The moment Nether King Er Ha got up and before he could stand still, he stumbled and almost fell back to the ground.
Empress Bi Luo slapped her forehead, at a loss for words.
“Do you think a drunkard can help you get rid of us?” The Black Temple expert and the silver skeleton sneered.
Nether King Er Ha was displeased. ‘Are they looking down on me?’
However, before he could make a move, Bu Fang already called out in a soft voice, “Whitey.”
Inside the kitchen, the curtain was lifted, and then Whitey appeared in a flash, standing behind Bu Fang.
“Throw these two guys out of the restaurant,” Bu Fang said.
Whitey’s mechanical eyes flashed with bright blue light as it strode toward the two experts.
“The Black Temple and the Cave of the Fallen Gods are blacklisted, and no dishes of this little restaurant would be sold to you. So, please leave now,” Bu Fang said without expression.
Upon hearing that, both experts flew into a rage. They never thought that Bu Fang would really not give them any face. They were from the forbidden lands!
“How dare you!” The Black Temple expert’s scarlet eyes burst into light. Then, his body turned into a beam of black light in an instant and shot toward Bu Fang, intending to capture him.
“Troublemaker, you will be stripped as an example to others!” The moment the expert moved, Whitey’s mechanical eyes flickered, and its body appeared in front of Bu Fang in a flash.
Facing the Black Temple expert in bandages, Whitey threw out its huge palm.
BOOM!
The two of them collided. The Black Temple expert took a step back and sucked in a cold breath in disbelief.
‘Why is this puppet so strong? It can actually block my attack? A puppet that is as strong as a Nine-revolution Little Saint? Could it be a Nether Puppeteer’s Sacred Nether Puppet?’
After Whitey was repaired, its fighting capacity had improved significantly. Moreover, its strength was further enhanced after it devoured the Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine’s Heavenly Palace Tribulation. As a result, its fighting capacity was incredibly fearsome now.
Whitey’s aura grew violent. It swung its huge palm out hard, grabbed the Black Temple expert’s head, and pushed him out of the restaurant.
As soon as the two of them rushed out, an intense fight broke out!
Whitey drew its Thunder Knife. After going through the Heavenly Palace Tribulation, the War God Stick had transformed into a knife and become more powerful.
The fight instantly attracted the attention of the whole Forbidden Soul City. However, it ended just as fast as it started.
Pieces of bandages fell from the sky and scattered all over the ground. The Black Temple expert, who was wrapped in bandages, could be seen fleeing in black smoke with his naked back vaguely visible.
The scene shocked everyone. They couldn’t believe that he was defeated so quickly. If he didn’t have the black smoke, they might have clearly seen his naked body.
For a moment, all looked in awe at Whitey, who was flapping its metal wings and carrying its Thunder Knife in midair.
Even Bu Fang’s eyes were flickering.
Whitey, who had returned, was still as fearsome as ever.