Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 719

Chapter 719: Chapter 719

Yang Fan and Mr. Fan’s plan to explore the stone cave seemed destined to fail—these creatures just kept multiplying the more they fought.

At first, Yang Fan was quite excited, watching his Inner Qi grow little by little. It felt like the New Year had come early.

But as time went on and the number of creatures increased, Yang Fan’s heart began to grow restless.

"Old man, something’s not right here," Yang Fan shouted.

"Where the hell are these things coming from? And why do they keep increasing?"

Before Yang Fan started fighting, the forest was already packed with people.

Now, the crowd was so dense that people were practically stacked on top of one another.

The scene was eerily similar to the chaos of a train station during Spring Festival—seats occupied, bodies lying under the seats.

Still, despite this overwhelming situation, Mr. Fan didn’t rush to take action. He remained calm and composed, observing the surroundings. Glancing in Yang Fan’s direction, he said, "Don’t panic. These things can’t really hurt you. Just keep hacking away steadily."

"This is just a test from the other side. If I’m not wrong, the main player should be showing up soon."

Yang Fan was speechless. "Old man, could you not make it sound so simple? How can you say they can’t hurt me? Look at me! I’ve already been bitten all over—green and purple everywhere. I can’t even stop for a moment—my arms feel like they’re about to smoke from all the swinging! If I stop, they’ll swallow me whole!"

These creatures were standard mysterious entities, causing limited harm to Yang Fan.

However, with this swarm tactic, they still posed a substantial threat.

Yang Fan genuinely dared not stop. If his arms paused for even a moment, these creatures would swarm him, unleashing their sharp claws and teeth, affectionately gouging at him while frantically trying to burrow into his vital spots to claim his nimble body for themselves.

That said, whenever Yang Fan moved, their chances to get close were greatly reduced.

"Then don’t stop!" Mr. Fan shouted. "If you can’t handle even these small fry, what’s the point of dreaming about walking independently in the Martial World!? We’ll split the workload—these smaller ones are yours; I’ll go deal with the big guy."

"Don’t get too nervous. You won’t die."

Yang Fan: ...

"Old man, you’re not settling some personal grudge here, are you?"

"You’re overthinking. I’m not that petty." With each step, Mr. Fan calmly wove through the dense crowd, heading towards the mountain. As he passed Yang Fan, he even clenched his fist to cheer him on, saying, "Go get ’em! I can feel the big one’s presence. Once you’ve finished here, just wait for me."

Yang Fan’s mouth twitched violently.

In that moment, he felt his suspicions were entirely justified.

That old man was definitely settling a personal score!

If Mr. Fan were to step in, the two of them could probably handle this situation in no time. As the old man walked amidst the densely packed crowd, those creatures acted as if they were blind, completely ignoring him. How could fighting them possibly be difficult?

Clearly, he just couldn’t be bothered to lend Yang Fan a hand.

"Old geezer, you’re too much! When I get back, I’ll hit your granddaughter!" Yang Fan shouted, stomping his feet.

Mr. Fan turned his head back to glance at Yang Fan and laughed out loud. "Good news! Hurry up, go for it."

Yang Fan: ...

"Old man, get this straight: even if I hit her, Sisi would never leave me," Yang Fan shouted.

"Piss off! Get back to your business," Mr. Fan snapped irritably.

Yang Fan glared with resentment at the old man’s retreating figure heading up the mountain. Turning around, he swung his ruler down onto one of the mysterious creatures’ heads, bashing it so hard that golden sparks flew and its body exploded like popcorn, shattering entirely.

"You little creep, what are you curious about? My master played me like a fiddle, and you seem rather delighted about it?" Yang Fan muttered angrily.

But that particular mysterious creature was no longer capable of admitting its fault.

It had already been pulverized into dust under Yang Fan’s ruler.

"Life’s tough, huh? Let’s get on with it." Yang Fan shook his head and sighed, lifting his wooden mace and ruler and striking with wide, sweeping motions.

"You damn thing—still laughing? What’s funny about this? Die for me!"

"Holy crap, how did you get so ugly? What did you go through in life?"

"Hey, watch yourself! This is a public place—no hugging and clutching. Not listening? Then die!"

Yang Fan fully embraced the art of self-entertainment, spinning his arms like windmills while casually chatting with the mysterious creatures. Even though they couldn’t respond, Yang Fan suddenly felt much more relaxed, and his stress diminished considerably.

"Such a lovely face, and so young to die—what a pity. I’ll go easier on you."

"Hey, why’re you biting my ass? Get lost! Just complimented your looks earlier, and now you’re pulling this crap? What’s with this behavior? What kind of life did you live? This weird fetish of yours seriously concerns me."

"Oh, you dare dodge? Die!"

...

Like a war god possessed, Yang Fan charged through the dense sea of bodies multiple times.

Though he didn’t specify how many mysterious creatures had died by his hands, the numbers had to be in the hundreds, if not close to a hundred.

"Can we negotiate a halftime break or something? I’m tired!" Yang Fan shouted, rubbing his sore shoulders.

But none of the mysterious creatures acknowledged his plea. Instead, they continued rushing over like moths to a flame.

Yang Fan sighed softly, "Man, I give up. Not even a chance to catch my breath."

Despite the exhaustion, the aches all over his body, and his desire to howl in pain—

His Inner Qi sprouted its fourth strand.

On this front, these mysterious creatures weren’t as annoying anymore; in fact, they seemed kind of cute.

Just at that moment—

A green Cloud Smoke suddenly spread across the forest canopy, followed by a streak of red light cutting through the mist. On the red streak stood a young girl dressed in an emerald-green gown, her figure graceful and alluring with cascading hair like a waterfall.

Yang Fan’s internal alarms blared instantly.

The appearance of this woman brought with it an immense pressure, like a towering mountain or a surging tidal wave crashing down on him.

"Damn it, old man! Can’t you be more reliable? Weren’t you supposed to take care of the big one? Why’d you let her loose? This has escalated way beyond minor disputes now—this is life or death!" Yang Fan shouted desperately.

The woman, shrouded in Cloud Smoke and riding a streak of light, hadn’t done anything yet, but the sheer pressure she emanated made it clear she was the mastermind behind all this chaos. She was undoubtedly a Ghost King-level threat—or perhaps even more powerful.

But Mr. Fan had yet to appear.

Yang Fan grew increasingly anxious. "Old man, you can’t just pull this kind of stunt. If you’re using this Ghost King to kill me, Sisi will never forgive you! You’ll lose your granddaughter, grandson-in-law, and a great disciple all at once!"

Yet apart from the eerie cries of ghosts echoing through the forest, there was no response from Mr. Fan.

Yang Fan felt his heart sink into despair.

Surely Mr. Fan wouldn’t be this vicious... right?