Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 739

Chapter 739: Chapter 739

Yang Fan abruptly turned his head to look at Mr. Fan beside him.

The old man seemed unusually irritable today, even scolding the workers out of nowhere.

Yang Fan quietly took a step back, putting some distance between himself and Mr. Fan, worried he might get caught in the crossfire.

The worker laughed and said, "Mr. Fan, calm down, why are you carrying so much grievances?"

"What do you think?" Mr. Fan said through clenched teeth. "Why don’t you think about what you’ve done first?"

The worker smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Fan, before doing this, we conducted extensive evaluations. We all have full confidence in your abilities. Why are you doubting yourself now?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Come on, let’s have a proper discussion about today’s matters. If you don’t give me a reasonable explanation today, then inform your people to come pick up your corpse early!" Mr. Fan roared angrily.

The worker forced a stiff smile and said, "Mr. Fan, isn’t that a bit dramatic?"

"Spare me the chit-chat, follow me!" Mr. Fan commanded in a deep voice.

The worker, feeling bored, took off his safety helmet and held it in his hand as he unwillingly followed Mr. Fan off to the side.

As he passed by Yang Fan, he glanced at him and asked, "Mr. Fan, is this your disciple? Looks like a fine young man. No wonder he’s a disciple of the Tianji Sect—he’s already inherited your teachings, hasn’t he?"

"Your flattery now will only make me hit you harder later!" Mr. Fan said viciously.

The worker shrank his neck and whispered to Yang Fan, "If you get the chance, persuade your teacher. At his age, he shouldn’t be this hot-tempered—it harms the liver and affects the life span."

"Get over here!" Mr. Fan shouted furiously.

The worker quickly sped up his pace and walked over.

Yang Fan looked on in surprise at the two figures fading into the distance.

It turned out this worker wasn’t actually a real worker, but someone from the official side.

Judging by the situation, he even seemed to be some sort of leader.

And it appeared he was frightened of Mr. Fan, which might mean that Mr. Fan held a certain status in official circles.

No, it should be quite a high status.

A mere average status wouldn’t be enough to make a leader behave this obediently.

Mr. Fan seemed to have a lot of secrets.

Yang Fan lit a cigarette and waited by the winding mountain path.

The two of them had deliberately avoided him—it was clear they had something important to discuss, and there was no need for him to barge in unwittingly.

By the time his cigarette burned down to the end, Mr. Fan and the worker had returned.

The worker was covering his nose with his hand, and faint traces of blood could be seen between his fingers.

Yang Fan looked at Mr. Fan with astonishment. Wow, the old man actually went through with it?

He had thought Mr. Fan was just bluffing!

In an instant, Mr. Fan’s image in Yang Fan’s mind rose to even greater heights.

There’s a world of difference between mere verbal threats and actual physical enforcement.

"We’re heading down the mountain," Mr. Fan said to Yang Fan.

The worker, still holding his nose, waved at Yang Fan and said, "Brother Yang, nice to meet you. Let’s have a drink together sometime."

Mr. Fan shot him a piercing glare. "He hasn’t learned a single thing yet. You all better behave yourselves!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I was just suggesting a drink, Mr. Fan. Your prized pupil—meeting him is only proper," the worker said with a smile.

Mr. Fan snorted coldly and led Yang Fan down the mountain.

"Stay away from them in the future," Mr. Fan said to Yang Fan midway, his voice low. "To that crazy bunch, life is nothing more than a trinket they carry at their waist."

"Your focus now should be on earnest cultivation—not being seduced by their words and certainly not aiming for unattainable goals."

"...Understood," Yang Fan replied.

Mr. Fan gave Yang Fan a sideways glance. "Your current strength may give you a bit of confidence, but I must warn you—compared to the dangers beyond, your strength is far from sufficient. Don’t let curiosity lead you astray. Just focus on cultivating step by step."

"If you can’t manage that, then no matter how far you and Sisi’s relationship progresses, I won’t approve of it."

Yang Fan chuckled lightly and said, "Old man, I’m not that reckless. With all that’s happened recently, it’s been you handling everything—I don’t have the ability to be curious about much."

"I just hope this Law of Attraction nonsense can tone things down a bit, give me some peace and quiet for once. Lately, I feel like I’m being tormented left and right. I can’t take a single walk without bumping into some earth-shattering, supernatural events—it’s exhausting!"

Though Mr. Fan still wasn’t entirely at ease, Yang Fan honestly wasn’t as reckless as he seemed.

He had some self-awareness about his own abilities—he didn’t dare stir trouble blindly.

All he wanted was to encounter fewer of those events. He’d be forever grateful for that.

Mr. Fan’s expression finally softened slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "That’s for the best. This world is far more complex and dangerous than we can imagine. Your current strength may barely qualify as entry-level, but it’s just enough to deal with ordinary supernatural threats. Against anything stronger, disaster is inevitable."

Yang Fan wholeheartedly accepted Mr. Fan’s guidance.

It made sense.

So far, the most formidable foe he’d defeated was the ancestor of the Yun Family.

But that victory wasn’t due to his own power—it was the strength of the embroidered shoes.

External forces, while a part of overall strength, cannot be equated to personal ability.

After a brief pause, Yang Fan asked, "Old man, did that old locust tree die?"

"No," Mr. Fan replied casually.

"No?" Yang Fan asked sharply, "After such large-scale scorched-earth tactics, it still didn’t die? That cursed thing is too strong. So, what now?"

"There’s no need to worry about it anymore. Someone else will take care of it," Mr. Fan said.

"It fled underground into the mountain base, gravely injured but still alive. However, it’s likely barely hanging on. Li Mountain is vast, and the mountain base is buried deep underground—artillery power can’t reach that far down."

"Will they send teams down to deal with it next?" Yang Fan asked.

"This time, no strong figures will be deployed," Mr. Fan replied. "They’ll use artillery again, likely another round of underground bombardment. To take down an old locust tree, this mountain is probably doomed. These lunatics—they specialize in tactics that harm the enemy by causing themselves equal damage."

Yang Fan glanced at the wreckage of Li Mountain and said, "It does look pretty tragic. But if they level the land and plant new trees, in a few years, life should return."

"You think a mountain capable of nurturing such a base can be easily restored?" Mr. Fan said.

"The surface’s vitality may recover, but the mountain’s spiritual essence won’t. A once-pristine landmark, after this, will likely become a dead mountain. Thankfully, I just investigated—the mountain base and the spiritual energy inside those two stone caves aren’t directly connected. Otherwise, I would’ve had to step in myself."

Yang Fan’s expression faltered, "If the mountain base isn’t connected to the stone caves’ spiritual energy, then where does their power come from?"

"From the heavens and earth!" Mr. Fan said.

Saying so, he raised his head and gazed at the blue skies dotted with a few sparse clouds.

"Above us, the skies contain far more than just clouds."