Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 677

Chapter 677: Chapter 677

"It is often said that grievances have their source and debts have their owners. I think you should seek out the one who has wronged you and hold your grievances against them, not me. I have no ties to Tianji Sect, and I don’t even know what Tianji Sect is," said Yang Fan.

"We’ve had no past grudges and no recent enmities. I know I came here to enjoy myself and have fun. Once done, I’ll be on my way."

Before, he believed that this place was just an unformed ghost, and he was fairly confident that he could definitely annihilate it and resolve the trouble.

But at this moment, after seeing the woman in front of him, Yang Fan instantly abandoned all such thoughts.

He didn’t stand a ghost of a chance.

Not the slightest chance of winning; this woman’s strength was unbelievably great, her power unfathomable.

It wasn’t that her ghost was unformed, but rather that it was hidden from this world.

What Yang Fan saw were merely the radiations of her ghost, just a slight leakage of its essence.

Who gives a damn about fighting? Even Mr. Fan would be scratching his head at the sight of her.

"Little sir, you’ve misunderstood my intentions," the woman chuckled. "My death had nothing to do with the Immortal Master from Tianji Sect; on the contrary, it was he who helped me take root in this place, leading to today’s circumstances."

"Since you’re not a descendant of Tianji Sect, you don’t even know what Tianji Sect is, then where did you get this wooden mace from? Don’t hide anything from me; this is my territory. Speak truthfully, and maybe I’ll spare your life. If you conceal anything, I have countless means to make you wish you were dead," she said.

At this point, the woman’s expression suddenly turned fierce, her face brimming with murderous intent.

With her change of countenance, everyone around instantly glared at Yang Fan with hatred. The previously jovial atmosphere was now filled with a chilling sense of forbidding and ominous Yin Qi.

Yang Fan’s scalp tingled instantly, and the hair on his body stood on end.

How can this person be so terrifying!

Yang Fan felt like an ant, while the woman in front of him was a giant as high as a mountain.

With just a slight lift of her foot, he, the ant, would be crushed into dust.

"Although I do not know what Tianji Sect is, I am very clear about the origins of this wooden mace," Yang Fan said hastily, "The wood used to make the mace was found by myself. There’s a peach tree next to our family’s ancestral grave that always gets struck by lightning, so I took a section of it. Then an elder who is also my master made this thing for me."

"The wood is yours, and the wooden mace was given to you by your master?" the woman asked.

Yang Fan nodded, "That’s right."

He tried to calm himself down forcefully, but the woman’s overpowering presence made him tremble involuntarily.

"Tianji Sect values its heritage very much, preferring scarcity over dilution. The mastery of crafting Magic Artifacts is definitely not willingly imparted to outsiders, unless Tianji Sect is destroyed and its heritage taken over by others," the woman murmured to herself.

"Has your master never mentioned anything about Tianji Sect to you?"

Yang Fan shook his head, "Not a single word, otherwise I definitely wouldn’t be clueless about it."

"That’s also true," the woman nodded. "Since you cannot prove your identity, you’ll stay here for now. Considering the connection you seem to have with Tianji Sect, I won’t hold too much against you. Just stay here comfortably."

"Here, whether it’s food, drink, or entertainment, I can guarantee your absolute satisfaction."

As soon as Yang Fan heard this, he became anxious, "Although I can’t prove my identity, my master can definitely do it. I’ll give my master a call to verify. Maybe, I am a member of Tianji Sect, it’s just that my master thinks I might not be worthy to know, so he hasn’t told me yet."

"That’s actually quite possible," the woman mused thoughtfully.

"Tianji Sect is selective about accepting disciples, preferring a lack of applicants over unqualified ones. They assess the disciples with several tests on their temperament and moral character. Maybe you’re still in the inspection period," said the woman, "I can give you this opportunity, go and make your call."

The scene in front of Yang Fan suddenly started flickering rapidly like a reflection on the water surface, then it shattered, and next Yang Fan saw the private room and the young girl who had just brought in tea standing in front of him.

She actually sent him back.

Yang Fan found this hard to believe, feeling both startled and worried.

But then he understood, if they could send him back, they weren’t afraid of him running away.

Today was truly encountering a ghost.

A bit too complacent.

He actually thought this mystery was easy to solve, his brain must have been squeezed by a door.

"Sir, how do you feel about this?" the young girl who brought the tea asked softly.

Yang Fan cast a casual glance at the two girls still possessed and waved his hand, "Wait for me a moment, I need to make a call."

Without waiting for the girl to respond, Yang Fan immediately took out his cell phone, walked out of the private room, and dialed Mr. Fan’s number.

After ringing for about ten seconds, the call finally went through.

"Tell me, what kind of job have you found for me this time?" Mr. Fan’s voice came through, munching on something, the sound of his smacking lips was very clear, "I already told you, I’m getting on in years and need to rest at night. But here you are, constantly finding me work, and it’s always at the dead of night."

Yang Fan said helplessly, "Mr. Fan, in our line of work, it seems we don’t easily come across those things during the day."

"Er... that does make some sense. But what I mean is the timing you choose is too late, look at the time now, it’s half past eleven, what kind of good disciple calls their master at midnight for help?" Mr. Fan exclaimed indignantly.

Yang Fan: ...

"Mr. Fan, this time I’m not reaching out for your help," said Yang Fan, "The situation this time is a big one, and even if you came over, you might just end up watching from the sidelines. I just have a few small things I want to ask you."

"Wait, before we talk about my involvement in big or small matters, what was that you just said? If I come, I would just have to watch from the sidelines?" Mr. Fan suddenly shouted.

It seemed Yang Fan’s words poked a nerve; the old man’s voice was tinged with anger.

"Mr. Fan, I didn’t mean to question your abilities, it’s just that what I’ve encountered this time is truly powerful," Yang Fan said in a lowered voice, "I was just forcefully pulled into a realm of ghosts, and everything around was very, very realistic—indistinguishable from the real world."

"Do you have a solution to this?"

"Nonsense, how could I not have a solution, tell me where you are," Boss Fan shouted, "I’m going to show you today what your master’s true strength is like, so you stop thinking that your master is just mediocre, at best able to deal with little ghosts, and has to hide away when facing something formidable, utterly helpless."

"Mr. Fan, before we talk about that, I have a question; are we Tianji Sect?" Yang Fan asked, "Old man, this time it’s truly a matter of life and death, please don’t hide anything from me, otherwise, I am certainly doomed."