Gourmet of Another World

Chapter 85: The Emperor Past His Prime

Translator: OnGoingWhy Editor: Vermillion

”An abrupt mission?”

A surprised expression appeared on Bu Fang’s face as the system’s voice resounded within his mind. The abrupt mission this time came faster than he expected. He was already given one even though he recently levelled up.

”Proceed with the first ingredient capture… Only one day of preparation time is given.” Bu Fang knitted his eyebrows together. ”Isn’t one day a little too sudden?”

”System, if I am going to capture ingredients in the Wildlands, what’s going to happen to my store? Are we closing down?” Bu Fang puzzledly asked.

”The time limit for the host to capture the ingredients is only two days. If a suitable ingredient is not captured within two days, the abrupt mission will be deemed a failure and ten percent of the crystal conversion ratio will be deducted as punishment. During the two days, the store will be temporarily closed for business,” the system said in its usual aloof tone.

Bu Fang nodded. He was starting to understand this abrupt mission better. However he was also becoming more nervous since ten percent of the energy conversion ratio would be deducted if he failed… This was no different from gouging flesh from his heart.

The energy conversion ratio was extremely important toward Bu Fang’s levelling progress. It was not easy for him to increase the value to fifty percent. If he was deducted ten percent from failing the mission, he would have to cry himself to sleep.

After giving a big yawn, Bu Fang returned to his room and laid down on his bed. After a while, the rhythmic sound of breathing resounded within the room.

...

The crown prince palace.

The crown prince’s expression was gloomy as he tightly clenched his fists. His fingernails were digging into the flesh of his palms. It was clear how angry the crown prince must be feeling at the current moment.

”Ji Chengyu… You actually dare to collude with sects from outside the border! You’re courting disaster!” Ji Chengan’s face was ashen as he stared at Xushi’s mummified corpse with eyes filled with unconcealable sorrow.

Xushi had been following him for many years and had always been his most capable subordinate. However, he was now dead from Ji Chengyu’s evil scheme. Even though the crown prince had no proof that King Yu colluded with sects from outside the borders, anyone with a discerning eye would be able to guess that King Yu was the culprit.

”Ji Chengyu… Despite your claims of never making a mistake, you made such a big mistake this time. If even I could guess that you colluded with the sects, do you really think someone as wise as father wouldn’t be able to tell? Do you really think father has gone senile?”

A trace of mockery suddenly appeared on the crown prince’s gloomy face. The joy in his eyes was becoming more and more apparent.

”Like I’ve said… You’re courting disaster!”

The crown prince’s cold laughter, filled with repressed anger and killing intent, resounded within the palace.

...

King Yu’s manor.

King Yu was leaning on the armrest of a sandalwood chair with one leg resting on the other, while lightly hitting his knee with his hand. His eyes were calm as water as he looked into the distance.

His expression was serene and his emotions were indiscernible. However, it was this composure that made him seem even more terrifying.

At the doorway, a stooping figure entered with tottering steps, as if a burst of wind was enough to knock him over.

Hun Qianyun’s aura was extremely weakened and had almost fallen to the level of a Battle-King. Evidently, the secret technique he used to escape caused great harm to his body.

”This useless old man… greets King Yu.” Hun Qianyun seemed to have become even thinner. He was nothing but skin and bones. The two lumps of spirit within his eye sockets had also become very dim.

”Tsk, tsk tsk. Looks like our Soul Sect head elder’s injury isn’t light. It’s almost as if I could crush you with a single finger.” The corner of King Yu’s mouth curled up as he mockingly looked down toward Hun Qianyun and lightly gestured with his finger.

The spirit fire within Hun Qianyun’s eyes trembled for a moment and his body slightly tensed up. A faint trace of pitch-black energy began to encircle his body.

”King Yu, what’s the meaning of this? Even though this useless old man is severely injured… The mission was successfully completed. Is there a need for King Yu to destroy the bridge after crossing the river?”