Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 503

Chapter 503: Chapter 503

Yang Fan didn’t deny that he carried a bit of a ruffian’s charisma, but he also considered himself a decent person.

Decent only in relative terms, for he had nothing to do with true gentlemen and scholars.

Using coercion, be it soft or hard, to spark some chemistry with others wasn’t something he was capable of.

Even though Xiang Xue Ting’s words were sincere, her demeanor determined, and her posture enticing, Yang Fan still rejected her.

Seeing Yang Fan actually start to panic and wanting to turn tail and run, Xiang Xue Ting laughed softly, "Look at you, when I didn’t say anything, you were all about taking my advantage. Now that I’m offering it squarely, you back off instead."

"It’s not the same," Yang Fan moved upstairs, waving his hand as he spoke, "Your current behavior has a premise, if it weren’t for that premise, I wouldn’t hesitate at all. You see if I would refuse."

"Alright then," Xiang Xue Ting gave a light, amused smile, "Since you’re so resolute, I guess I can’t trouble you."

Yang Fan turned to look back, "Why does that sound so odd?"

"Odd? If I asked you to do that thing I just mentioned, what would you do?" Xiang Xue Ting looked at Yang Fan, smiling sweetly.

Yang Fan shook his head.

"That settles it then," Xiang Xue Ting smiled, "So, we can’t trouble your principles, let’s talk about it later."

It seemed like that was the end of the matter.

From an angle Xiang Xue Ting couldn’t see, Yang Fan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, maintaining decency came at a cost.

He could hardly imagine what it would feel like if Xiang Xue Ting took off her trousers and let him freely touch her.

Her buttocks were small and dainty, the skin so smooth that his hands might slip, and freely playing with them would certainly be thrilling.

They reached Xiang Xue Ting’s home.

An old security door was slightly ajar, Yang Fan opened the door and walked in.

In the living room, Old Shen and Elder Liang were setting up an array, with various props laid out on the table.

"What are you two elders up to?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.

Elder Liang looked up and said, "Checking the equipment, this time we’re in for a big fight."

"How do things look on your end?" Old Shen asked, frowning as he sized up Yang Fan from top to bottom.

Yang Fan scoffed with a mocking laugh, "You can tell from my appearance that things are pretty bad, I nearly died in the parking lot. That place, I don’t know where it was, but it felt like accidentally stumbling into another world."

"Another world? Fanzi, did you wander into the ghost dimension?" Elder Liang asked in shock, only then noticing Yang Fan’s tattered appearance, as if he had just battled countless wild dogs.

Yang Fan sprawled on the couch, lit a cigarette, and spoke wearily, "I don’t know exactly what that place was, there were living people setting up stalls, and Mysterious creatures were rampant. I don’t know how those people managed their stalls, but those Mysterious beings seemed very sensitive to the scent of strangers; we were discovered right after entering, drawing a Spirit Level Mysterious entity, and I nearly died in there."

Old Shen’s expression suddenly became solemn, his elegant eyebrows deeply furrowed.

Elder Liang glanced at his phone. "You barely left half an hour ago, and you’ve already experienced so much? Anyway, as long as you’re unharmed, that’s good. That place doesn’t look ordinary at all. So, how did you finally get out of there?"

Yang Fan said, "I spent five years of Life Span to buy some healing items from a vendor. I don’t even know what it was, just a clump of black mud. Although it was costly, the effect was pretty impressive. Within minutes after applying it, my wound healed and new skin had formed."

"That thing must be truly remarkable. My wound was so severe that my ribs were clearly visible, and my intestines were nearly spilling out. But once that black mud was applied, my injuries began to mend within minutes."

"Afterwards, the vendor told me how to get out and even gave me a rope, which was the way out."

Elder Liang, with a face full of shock, said, "There are still such miraculous items? This is practically bringing the dead back to life from bones, but the cost is indeed no small matter. Five years of Life Span—how much do we even have in a lifetime? Just like that, five years were gone!"

"I had no other choice at that time but to grit my teeth and make the trade. Otherwise, both of us would definitely have died there," Yang Fan shook his head as he spoke, still feeling the creeps when he thought about that place.

Right now, all he really wanted was to have a good sleep, thoroughly drained both body and soul.

"A unique market dealing in Life Span—does Old Shen know what place it is?" Elder Liang asked.

Old Shen had remained silent, his expression growing more serious.

He took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and said, "That should be the rumored true Ghost Market, the ghostly haunts. It’s a unique place hidden within reality. Only those who possess special techniques can enter. I’ve heard such places hold numerous opportunities and act as a market for a very special crowd."

"Has Old Shen ever been inside?" Yang Fan asked.

In his view, Old Shen had always been synonymous with mystery.

Just as he had inexplicably given him that mysterious and sharp weapon and taught him the techniques of Cultivation.

Although Old Shen explained that the item was just a trinket to protect the house,

Yang Fan had never fully believed him. He always felt that the old man harbored some secrets.

And had never told him the whole truth.

Old Shen shook his head, "I’ve heard of such places, but I’ve never entered one."

"Those places aren’t accessible to ordinary people, and those who set up stalls there are far from ordinary."

Yang Fan felt somewhat disappointed. He had thought he might resolve his doubts through Old Shen.

"Using Life Span for transactions definitely isn’t something an ordinary person can manage," Yang Fan said, shaking his head.

Old Shen, with an inscrutable gaze, looked intently at Yang Fan, "The main method of transaction there is actually bartering. Life Span transactions are just a trap for you. Had you traded that wooden mace, you should have been able to exchange it for the healing medicine and received guidance on how to leave."

Yang Fan suddenly sat upright, cursing angrily, "I had a feeling that old guy seemed to be scamming me, and it turns out to be true. Damn that old man, if I ever meet him again, I swear I’ll kill him. He’s utterly despicable."

"Just think about it, wanting to fight that kind of person... I’m afraid it’s unlikely," Old Shen shook his head as he spoke, "The ones who can set up a stall there are no simple characters. They have numerous methods to scam you, easily making you die without understanding how."

"Though a heavy price of five years, being able to return safely shows the vendor still had a shred of kindness. If he had been crueler, he definitely could have kept you both there, completely devoured you, and drained you of every last bit of value."