Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 763

Chapter 763: Chapter 763

Yang Fan’s method of controlling Inner Qi gradually became smoother. Under the woodworking knife, the black wood turned into spirals effortlessly and fell to the floor in bundles. He didn’t need to consciously control the Inner Qi; he just let it flow naturally.

The next day, Yang Fan spent an entire day and finally succeeded in crafting seven wooden swords.

He found some online templates and shaped the seven swords into different designs.

The black wood had clear grain, and after being polished with oil, it appeared more textured than steel-forged swords. However, it lacked sharpness and menacing cold glint.

Yang Fan tested them out but discovered an issue.

The wooden swords he made were similar in overall structure to the wooden mace given to him by Mr. Fan, but the weight was significantly different.

The wooden mace gifted by Mr. Fan felt as heavy as steel when held in hand.

In contrast, even though the wooden swords he crafted were as hard as iron, resistant even to cutting machines, their weight was only slightly heavier than ordinary wood. They still felt unmistakably wooden in nature.

The wooden swords were complete, and as the day approached nighttime again.

But there was no word from Mr. Fan, nor had Ji Dong’er reappeared.

Yang Fan gazed at the quiet street outside the window, with only a few pedestrians passing by. A strong sense of unease once again surged in his heart.

He felt the urge to go and investigate, to witness things for himself.

But when he looked down at the bandages crisscrossing his body, he reluctantly suppressed that thought.

In his current state, even if he went, he’d be of no use and would only cause more trouble.

But then, what else could be done?

Yang Fan glanced at the pair of embroidered shoes placed in the corner of the room and silently dismissed this idea as well.

Letting this item secretly harm someone was doable, but using it to gather information? Completely unrealistic.

Unable to come up with any way to break the stalemate, Yang Fan suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind, sat cross-legged by the window, and continued enhancing his Heavenly Eye Technique.

This incident made him deeply realize the importance of strength.

From now on, it was evident that he wouldn’t be able to avoid encountering such situations.

If avoidance was impossible, then he needed to focus on improving his strength relentlessly.

With great strength, he could make every Evil Spirit he encountered in the future turn benign and pleasant.

All these troubles, at their core, boiled down to two words.

—Strength.

If he had enough strength, he wouldn’t have been helpless when faced with that strange woman.

If he had enough strength, he wouldn’t be sitting here now, paralyzed by worry and unable to do anything.

In visualization, the Inner Qi began flowing smoothly.

From the Qi Hai, it traversed the Twelve Main Meridians, then the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, and returned to the Qi Hai, repeating in cycles.

The Heavenly Eye Technique was the first Magic Yang Fan had learned.

But as he continued to understand and visualize it, the originally simple and straightforward technique began to reveal something more profound. What he first thought of as shallow and easy seemed like the surface; the technique had many hidden layers below.

Yang Fan was aware of all this, yet no matter how much he visualized, he was unable to touch on those deeper aspects.

Perhaps his visualization wasn’t enough.

Yang Fan reached this conclusion and continued to persistently visualize.

The texts describing the Heavenly Eye Technique had long been memorized by him, recited perfectly without missing a word. Every detail was etched clearly in his mind.

Buzz... Buzz... Buzz...

A sudden vibration from his phone interrupted Yang Fan’s visualization.

He swiftly stood up and snatched the phone off the bedside table.

The sharp movement pulled on his wounds, causing him to grimace in pain.

But Yang Fan ignored this and anxiously looked down at the screen.

The call was from Mr. Fan.

"The situation is resolved. That thing has been sealed. However, the souls of those ordinary people have been scattered," Mr. Fan said gravely. "We’re trying to find them, but there are too many involved. With the current manpower, it’s hard to locate them all. If you’re able to move, come over and help."

"Barely able to move," Yang Fan replied.

Mr. Fan paused for a moment. "How barely?"

"I can roughly walk and move my hands, but can’t handle anything demanding," Yang Fan said.

"That works. Come over then," Mr. Fan said.

"Alright," Yang Fan agreed readily.

Though the souls of those people had been scattered, it could still be considered good news.

Scattered meant there was still a chance to gather them back.

If their souls had been refined by that bizarre woman, then all hope would be lost.

Yang Fan stashed his phone away and cautiously stepped out of his room with small, steady steps.

The moment he moved, the door to the room next door swung open.

Fan Sisi and Yun Miaoyi came out together.

To avoid disturbing Yang Fan, the two of them had been staying in the neighboring room.

"My dear living ancestor, you’re in this state, and you won’t rest. Where are you planning to go now?" Fan Sisi scolded as she helped stabilize Yang Fan.

"Your grandpa asked me to go and help," Yang Fan said.

Fan Sisi’s expression turned serious. "Ancestor, in your current condition, do you plan to help out, or are you thinking of going there to act like royalty? Just tell my grandpa you’re too injured to do anything. Seeing your state, I’m sure he wouldn’t pressure you into doing anything."

"He knows," Yang Fan said with a smile. "This time, I think it’s not about fighting but something else."

"In your condition, what else could you possibly do?" Fan Sisi shouted. "No, I’ll call my grandpa! Maybe you didn’t explain properly, and he misunderstood, thinking your injuries aren’t serious?"

"I explained it clearly. I don’t really know the specifics either, but most likely, it won’t require physical effort," Yang Fan reassured gently. "Don’t worry, your grandpa knows, and I’m well aware of my limits too. No way I’ll push myself recklessly."

"I can’t let you two end up flirting with someone else and regretting it later, naked and desperate in someone else’s bed!"

Fan Sisi snorted. "If you keep being this stubborn, it’s hard to say. Fine, we’ll escort you there!"

"Alright."

Leaving the farm restaurant, the three of them hailed a taxi and headed toward the urban village called Zhangjia Beach.

A lengthy cordon had been set up outside the street, with soldiers armed to the teeth stationed everywhere. At the street entrance, green fabric and barbed wire blocked the view entirely; nothing inside could be seen from outside.

The driver parked the car by the roadside, craned his neck for a look, and muttered, "Wow, something big definitely happened here. I bet lives were lost—probably a lot of them. This place is under the military now. Do you people live nearby? Know what’s going on?"

"Maybe," Yang Fan replied nonchalantly. "We don’t know the specifics either."

After that, he didn’t bother continuing the conversation and got out of the car directly.