1275 Bu Fang Picks the Lotus! Lord Dog“s Shock!

The light screen was showing the scene in the Yellow Spring River. At the moment, the whole square was silent. The scene shocked everyone. Many of them came from other small worlds and didn’t know much about Earth Prison, and they had not come here before to survey. They knew that the river was very dangerous, but they had no idea how dangerous it was.

They knew now.

Floating bones, roaring souls, the white Senseless Lotus, the drifting boat and the Soul Fisherman, and the huge bloody palm… All these made them breathe faster and faster as if they were facing an unimaginable experience.

All the Abyss experts were dead. They escaped Bu Fang’s revenge but died of their own greed.

Several Earth Prison experts also died. It was a disaster for Earth Prison. Originally, their team was the biggest gainer in the semifinal, but after seeing the Senseless Lotus, they failed to restrain their greed. As a result, they sank to the bottom of the Yellow Spring River with the Abyss experts.

Later, the Soul Fisherman’s appearance and the sound of his flute made everyone’s hair stand on end. Many of those present would have lost their minds if not for Bu Fang’s interruption. Then, the conversation between him and Bu Fang made many experts watching the competition through the light screen breath faster.

“A Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness?”

Many people gasped. Although a Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness was not as precious as a Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass, it could still be regarded as a sacred-grade immortal ingredient. They were surprised that the Soul Fisherman owned such a precious treasure. However, many people did think it was nothing. After all, he was in charge of the path to the Bridge of Helplessness, on which Flowers of Helplessness grew. Therefore, it was normal for him to have it.

“Trade it with my life?” Bu Fang squinted at the old man. Judging from his words, he seemed to be up to something not good.

‘This old man seems he wants to avenge what happened last time… Previously, when I came here, Lord Dog had scared him away with one look. I think he saw that Lord Dog isn’t with me now, so he wants revenge…’ The corner of Bu Fang’s mouth twitched at the thought.

The Soul Fisherman’s aura was strong and mysterious as if he was shrouded in mist, which made his cultivation base unfathomable. However, judging from the fact that Lord Dog had scared him away with one look, his cultivation base certainly didn’t reach the level of Great Saint. Otherwise, he could not have been scared away.

Moreover, Bu Fang was no longer the same as he was.

Under his bamboo hat, the old man’s eyes seemed to gleam coldly. His face revealed a shady smile as he held the Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness in his palm.

Bu Fang continued to stare at the Soul Fisherman.

“Have you decided? If you want this Flower of Helplessness, trade your life for it. Otherwise, don’t ever think about it,” said the old man.

Bu Fang’s eyes narrowed as he watched the old man and the boat drift into the depths of the red mist.

‘I’ll see how strong this Soul Fisherman is,’ he thought to himself. ‘Since the sound of his flute couldn’t break through my divine will, it shows that his mental force isn’t as strong as I imagined. In this case, I can give it a shot…’

To brew the best wine, Bu Fang was willing to take the risk. He descended and landed on the water as if it was flat ground.

The old man looked at Bu Fang with a faint smile on his face as the boat under his feet gradually disappeared into the hazy red mist.

Suddenly, Bu Fang unleashed his divine will. Waves rose all around him as his aura began to rise rapidly and soon reached the level of a One-revolution Little Saint.

“I want the flower, and I want my life as well,” he said faintly. The next moment, the water beneath his feet exploded, and he turned into a beam of light, running toward the Soul Fisherman.

“Crazy!”

“Owner Bu is crazy! I can’t believe he dared to attack the Soul Fisherman!”

“The old man is a legendary figure on the Yellow Spring River… How dare the little chef attack him?!”

Everyone, whether those watching through the light screen or Fa Wu on the boat, was in shock. They never expected that Bu Fang would dare to attack the Soul Fisherman, who was so terrifying that they would not dare to breathe if they were to face him.

Even the Soul Fisherman didn’t see it coming. He narrowed his eyes and said angrily, “How dare you attack me?!”

As he flew into a rage, the water around the boat burst, sending up bloody splashes. At the same time, his aura began to climb, and soon a mighty, horrible, and oppressive aura filled the air.

The old man then swung the fishing rod behind his shoulder and brought it forward in one fluid motion. Immediately, the fishing line turned into a sharp sword and flew toward Bu Fang’s head, intending to cut him in half.

With a thought, the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife appeared in Bu Fang’s hand, letting out a deafening dragon roar. Then, as he floated up in the air, an almost corporeal overlord phantom emerged behind him, holding a knife in its hand.

The next moment, the phantom raised the knife and brought it down hard. Thirteen knife shadows appeared in the void and quickly overlapped with one another, turning into a knife, which then collided with the fishing line.

Bu Fang’s expression changed slightly. He felt a great force coming from the fishing line, which broke through his Overlord Thirteen Blades.

‘The old man is very strong… but he’s only a Four-revolution Little Saint at most!”

After having an estimate of the Soul Fisherman’s strength, Bu Fang was confident. If they hadn’t been on the Yellow Spring River, he would have thrown a Perishing Pot. He believed that if he did so, the old man would certainly be more obedient than he was now.

“You’re bold! Young people are indeed fearless… Well, I’ll send you to your death now!” The old man let out a long roar.

Bu Fang gave the Soul Fisherman an indifferent look and sank his mind into his spirit sea. All of a sudden, his Vermilion Chef Robe blazed with scarlet fire, giving off a scorching heat that seemed to burn everything. With a bird cry, he raised his head, and his hair spread out and turned reddish in the blink of an eye. At the same time, the flaming wings behind him spread and flapped gently.

“I can finally come out for fresh air!” Red-haired Bu Fang hovered in midair. He opened his eyes with flames burning in his pupils, touching his lips with one finger.

On the Buddha boat, Fa Wu looked stunned. “Owner Bu’s hair has… changed color again? And it’s red this time! I’ve never seen it before! Blond, white, black… and now red?! How many hair colors does he have?”

“Oh, so the change of hair color is what you rely on to provoke me? Today, I’ll make you pay for the shame you caused me!” the old man roared. He then slapped his fishing rod on the surface of the Yellow Spring River and yanked it back. The water splashed as a huge dragon condensed entirely of the blood-colored water rushed up into the air, baring its teeth and brandishing its claws.

Looking at the blood-colored dragon indifferently, red-haired Bu Fang twitched his lips and said, “I hate dragons the most… especially stupid dragons. You’re just an old man picking up junk in the river. How dare you show off a dragon in front of me?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Bu Fang’s body blurred in midair. Then, as if he used a teleport ability, he appeared over the dragon’s head the next moment and slapped it with a palm, causing the whole dragon to explode.

Bu Fang, who was only a One-revolution Little Saint, could fight even a Four-revolution Little Saint after he was possessed by Artifact Spirits.

With a loud cry, a flaming Vermilion Bird broke free from Bu Fang’s body and rushed out. Even then, the old man fished another water dragon out of the river and made it collide with the bird.

The water vapor generated by the high temperature filled the air instantly, blurring everything over the river. The audience watching the light screen all cried out in dismay because they couldn’t see the battle clearly. All they could see was a streak of red light moving at high speed, so fast that their eyes could hardly catch up with it.

The fight seemed to be reaching its climax.

With a rumble, the water exploded, sending splash everywhere. Red-haired Bu Fang landed on the river and frowned at the old man standing in the boat. “Little Host’s strength is still too weak, or else I could have killed this showboating fisherman with a slap,” he murmured in a low voice.

Suddenly, his red hair turned black again.

‘I wouldn’t be able to defeat this old man even if I rely on the Vermilion Bird… He’s not very strong, but my cultivation base is a little too weak. Do I really have to give up this Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness?’

If Bu Fang didn’t get the flower this time, then he wouldn’t have a chance to make the best wine. Therefore, he wouldn’t give up so easily.

He breathed out a long sigh, kicked the river with his toes, and flew forward.

“You still won’t give up… It seems you will only give up at the sight of your own coffin…” said the Soul Fisherman.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his eyes widened—he saw a dried pot appear in Bu Fang’s hand, which was emitting steam and fragrance. What shocked him was the terrible fluctuation and pressure exuding from the pot, and this feeling made all his hair stand up.

The boat gave a sudden heave as Bu Fang landed in it, standing just one step away from the Soul Fisherman. He stared at the old man indifferently and said in a serious voice, “Can you give me the Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness? If I make great wine, I’ll give you one jar.”

Wine? This young man wanted the Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness to make wine?

“Do I look like I’m short of wine?” the Soul Fisherman said coldly.

With the Perishing Pot in one hand, Bu Fang thought for a while and answered, “Yes…”

The old man’s eyes went wide, and he was about to attack Bu Fang again when his pupils constricted. He saw another pot appear in Bu Fang’s other hand. Sharp sword energy spread from it as if to cut the void into pieces.

“What is this…” Looking at the Sword Pot in Bu Fang’s other hand, the old man began to shiver all over. From the Perishing Pot, he only felt the threat, but from this Sword Pot, he felt the terrible aura of death. After hesitating for a moment, he said, “That’s enough… You can have the Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness… But keep your word and give me a jar of your wine after you made it.”

Perhaps it was the threat of the Perishing Pot and the Sword Pot, or for some other reason, the old man who had been a tough nut to crack suddenly chose to give Bu Fang the Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness. It left him somewhat dazed.

“You have that dog on your back, I can’t stop you… If you insist on having this flower, you will take it eventually…” The old man put on his bamboo hat again and sat down in the boat.

Bu Fang put away the Perishing Pot and the Sword Pot, then took the Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness from the old man. As soon as he touched it, a strong spirit essence rushed into his body and made his eyes light up. The difference between a One-petal Flower of Helplessness and a Nine-petal one was tremendous.

The Flower of Helplessness didn’t seem precious to the old man. Although he gave it to Bu Fang, he didn’t look distressed at all.

Bu Fang got off the boat, while the old man sat in it, singing ballads and drifting into the red mist. The air rang with the sound of his bone flute, which slowly faded away.

As he watched the old man go, Bu Fang breathed a soft sigh. After putting away the flower, he planned to walk to the other side of the river.

Suddenly, his movements stopped, and his brows frowned. He tilted his head slightly, and then his pupils constricted. The white Senseless Lotus was floating beside his feet, glowing with gentle white light.

“The Senseless Lotus…” he murmured. He then bent down, reached out his hand, and gently grabbed the lotus’s stalk. With a crack, he picked up the lotus.

RUMBLE!

After picking the Senseless Lotus, Bu Fang’s heart gave a sudden jerk. He lifted his head abruptly and looked into the blood mist. There, a bronze palace drifted out. Then, with a creak, the tightly closed door of the bronze palace suddenly opened slightly. Through the gap, an eye stared at Bu Fang, who was holding the Senseless Lotus.

…

In the Yellow Spring Valley…

The Yellow Spring Great Sage, who was leisurely playing with a blade of grass, suddenly trembled. With an incredulous expression on his face, he turned his head in the direction of the Yellow Spring River and broke the grass in his hand unconsciously.

“The Senseless Lotus… has been picked? How could someone pick the Senseless Lotus?!”

…

In front of the Cave of the Fallen Gods, one of the forbidden lands in Earth Prison…

Lord Dog, who was about to do something, shuddered suddenly, and his eyes went wide.

“Bu Fang boy… I can’t believe you picked the Senseless Lotus! Now you’re in big trouble…”

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