Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 738

Chapter 738: Chapter 738

Fires roared madly.

Under such powerful attacks, the massive Li Mountain bounced as if it were at a rave party—thud, thud, thud.

Hiding in the stone cave, Yang Fan and Mr. Fan, with nowhere to go...

Were also bouncing along.

Each tremor of Li Mountain made the pair sway in unison, the intensity of the shaking leaving them unable to maintain their balance.

Yang Fan anxiously stared at the glimmering, iridescent stone walls.

Could this thing really hold up?

"Old man, why do I feel like we’ve been abandoned here?" Yang Fan said.

Mr. Fan snorted lightly, "Stay calm. They wouldn’t dare do something like that."

"But..." Yang Fan focused on Mr. Fan’s face, which despite its age remained remarkably ruddy. "You don’t look very calm yourself. Your expression’s twisted to the point of grinding your teeth."

Mr. Fan clenched his teeth tightly and squeezed out a response from the corner of his mouth, "I feel sick."

"Sick? Sick about what? Disgusted by their actions?" Yang Fan furrowed his brow.

Angry is angry, annoyed is annoyed—but what’s there to be sick over?

He didn’t get it!

"It’s shaking, it’s shaking!" Mr. Fan shouted.

Yang Fan burst out laughing, "Yeah, this ride sure jolts. Maybe you should sit down, instead of wobbling around—it makes the dizziness worse."

A person prone to motion sickness, trapped in a confined space amidst this level of jarring movement—throwing up would be the bare minimum respect one could show under the circumstances. Judging by Mr. Fan’s physical state, his nausea didn’t seem all that severe—despite his body being bent out of shape, he hadn’t thrown up yet.

Mr. Fan took Yang Fan’s advice and sat down cross-legged.

Outside, the cannonfire continued to roar frantically.

From Yang Fan’s angle, he couldn’t see much, but Siwa Cave was no longer its former self.

The hill to his right-hand side had been completely obliterated.

The once-dense canopy of the Old Locust Tree above was nowhere to be seen—only piles of broken branches and scattered leaves remained.

"Old man, with attacks of this intensity, whatever’s out there must be just about dead by now, right?" Yang Fan asked.

Mr. Fan kept a stern face and waved his hand dismissively.

Don’t talk to me.

Yang Fan had no choice but to swallow his curiosity and continue observing the outside.

Technology versus mysticism—who would prevail in this kind of battle? Honestly, it was pretty exciting to watch.

After about another ten minutes, the cannonfire finally ceased.

The violent shaking of the mountain stopped too.

Fortunately, this stone cave hadn’t collapsed or even developed a crack.

Whether it was Mr. Fan’s inkstone that worked, or the inherent durability of the cave itself—no one could say.

Yang Fan didn’t rush to go out, choosing to remain standing obediently within the cave.

He feared it was just a temporary ceasefire.

If he ran out blindly and was hit by another barrage, he’d be done for.

His body wasn’t even as tough as the Old Locust Tree; if he got hit, he’d instantly be reporting to King of Hell.

Mr. Fan took a few deep breaths, then stood up and cursed through gritted teeth, "A bunch of heartless bastards!"

Yang Fan agreed wholeheartedly.

Ignoring their lives—mercilessly bombarding the Old Locust Tree—yeah, it was a pretty bastard move.

"Looks like the attacks are over," Yang Fan speculated.

"Hold on. Don’t rush out. These bastards are unreliable; don’t survive one disaster just to stumble and drown in the gutter at the final moment." Mr. Fan said.

Yang Fan nodded.

That’s exactly what he’d been thinking anyway. Asking was just to confirm Mr. Fan’s opinion.

The pair waited about another ten minutes in the stone cave before cautiously stepping out.

As soon as they emerged, they instinctively went to check the nearby stone cave.

Thankfully, it stood firm as ever.

The mountain walls, however, were covered with dense cracks, stretching like a spider’s web in all directions.

In places where the cracks were wider, Yang Fan could even fit his arm inside.

Yet miraculously, none of these fissures compromised the two stone caves.

Clearly, these caves possessed some sort of unique quality.

The attack wasn’t enough to shake them.

"This place isn’t as hidden as it used to be. Step aside, I’m going to make some arrangements," Mr. Fan said.

Yang Fan nodded, intrigued by what Mr. Fan was about to do.

He watched as Mr. Fan rummaged around himself and pulled out two worn, blackened talismans. "Good thing I was thorough in preparation—I thought I’d forgotten these... Bring me some blood."

"Why do you need my blood?" Yang Fan asked.

"Stop yapping and hurry up," Mr. Fan barked.

Yang Fan extended his middle finger and bit into it.

Having seen Mr. Fan do this earlier, he’d thought it would be a relatively painless way to get a wound.

But as soon as he bit down, the pain almost made him faint.

"Damn, old man, you’ve got some guts! How do you manage to bite through with this level of pain?" Yang Fan cried.

Mr. Fan gave Yang Fan a look like he was an idiot, "You’ve got a knife, don’t you? Why use your teeth to bite? Do you think your teeth are sharper than the blade?"

Yang Fan felt a bit speechless.

His behavior did seem pretty dumb.

Shaking his stinging, numb finger, Yang Fan took out a dagger and gently nicked his fingertip.

Soon, crimson Blood Pearl seeped out.

Mr. Fan took two drops and watched as the blood merged with the talismans. He explained as he worked, "These talismans are primarily for concealment. They’ll mask the two caves, rendering them invisible to anyone else. Even if you know the caves are here, you won’t be able to pinpoint their exact location. After adding the blood, the talismans won’t work on you."

Yang Fan looked at the talismans, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.

Good stuff.

Mr. Fan seemed to read Yang Fan’s mind and leisurely said, "Don’t even think about going after these talismans—I don’t have any extras. I collected and reused them over and over; can’t you see they’re already worn out and degraded?"

Yang Fan’s glimmer of hope vanished silently.

A real shame.

A talisman with concealing powers—what a fantastic tool for, uh... sneaking around.

No, wait—why was that the first purpose he thought of?

Yang Fan vigorously shook his head, feeling embarrassed about his thoughts for the first time.

Such a useful tool, and his initial idea was related to sneaking into people’s places?

Kind of shameless.

"Let’s go. We need to leave here and settle the score with them," Mr. Fan said, pressing the talismans into place and speaking in a venomous tone.

Without further ado, the two left Siwa Cave together.

Li Mountain was completely transformed—it looked like an old woman missing teeth.

From Siwa Cave towards the west, for about a hundred meters, a deep trench had been gouged into the ground.

What was once a solid mountain had been forcibly split into two.

Just as Yang Fan and Mr. Fan had walked a bit away from Siwa Cave, they ran into a man dressed in red work clothes, wearing a red safety helmet on his head, holding an Iron Shovel. He was knocking around as if searching for something.

Mr. Fan’s gaze turned instantly vicious upon seeing the man. "What the hell are you hammering for, you son of a bitch?"