Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 781

Chapter 781: Chapter 781

Visualizing tangible objects is far more complex than visualizing those ethereal entities using a spell.

Before actually trying it, Yang Fan felt it shouldn’t be that difficult.

After all, he’d practiced the Visualization Technique for so long and had gained some insight into it.

But once he started, he realized how wrong he had been.

The Heavenly Eye Technique, which he had initially imagined to be extremely intricate, felt intuitive on his first attempt.

Yet, when it came to visualizing a wooden sword, he stared at it for most of the night, nearly straining his eyes to the limit, but yielded no result.

It even caused his previously well-mastered Visualization Technique to become stagnant and chaotic.

When he seriously tried to visualize it for a while, his thoughts couldn’t help but wander and drift uncontrollably.

"Fanzi, stop staring at that thing. Why not turn your attention to us?" Fan Sisi’s voice suddenly came from the side.

Yang Fan startled, turning his head abruptly.

He saw Fan Sisi and Yun Miaoyi standing at opposite sides of the bedroom doorframe.

Yun Miaoyi was dressed in a tight-fitting nurse’s skirt, semi-fitted and sheer. Her long legs were wrapped in pure white stockings, paired with striking red high heels. A white tail peeked faintly through the gap at her knees.

Fan Sisi wore a seductive maid outfit, her legs encased in black stockings. Through the gap at her knees, a tail—black with streaks of gray—flickered faintly.

The sight of the two women dressed like this immediately made Yang Fan’s breathing erratic.

He hadn’t even noticed when they had returned.

Previously, he had been utterly absorbed in the wooden mace.

Although Yang Fan hadn’t gained anything from his prolonged staring at the object and occasionally found his focus slipping badly, his consciousness had been entirely immersed, completely oblivious to his surroundings.

Fan Sisi sauntered over with graceful cat-like steps, deliberately striking a pose before Yang Fan—leaning forward seductively as she asked, "You’ve been staring at this thing for hours now. What’s so special about it? Isn’t it just something you carved yourself? Could it have some kind of mysterious origin?"

Yang Fan’s gaze lifted slightly, landing on the faint view of the lace trim in front of Fan Sisi.

The black fabric contrasted with a hint of white—it was faint, hazy, and irresistibly alluring.

"I’m trying to make this thing move on its own," Yang Fan explained.

Fan Sisi glanced at Yang Fan’s unwavering stare and then at the wooden sword on the ground with mild confusion. "So, you’re saying you want to make this move on its own? Hmm...then I think you might need something else—a brush dipped in vermillion—to draw an eye on it or something."

Yang Fan said earnestly, "I’m not joking."

"Fine, I might be joking, but how can you make an inanimate object come alive? That sounds a bit spooky," Fan Sisi responded. "I was just brewing some really romantic thoughts in my mind, so don’t scare me away, okay?"

"It’s not about bringing it to life, but making it move according to my will," Yang Fan clarified.

Fan Sisi rolled her eyes at Yang Fan and lightly caressed her trembling chest as she complained, "You’re something else. You nearly scared me to death. Why didn’t you just say ’control this thing to move’? I thought you were trying to make it a living creature."

Yang Fan: ...

"I think that’s what I was implying."

Fan Sisi shook her head. "Forget it. My suggestion is to stop obsessing over this thing. It might not be able to move, but Miao Yi and I sure can. Want to experiment with that instead?"

"Actually, I do," Yang Fan replied with a sly grin in his eyes.

"Then we’ll run, and you chase us. If you catch us, we’ll let you... hehe," Fan Sisi teased mischievously before slipping past Yang Fan like a slippery fish.

It was a rather pointless game, but... undeniably fun.

Especially when it’s a man playing chase with two women—double the amusement.

In the past, Yang Fan had watched television depictions of foolish and debauched emperors, often featuring scenes of them playing hide-and-seek with palace maids draped in diaphanous robes. Back then, Yang Fan had thought such games were utterly idiotic.

But now, he realized how naïve he had been.

The mesmerizing sounds inside the room intertwined with laughter, growing breathless and fervent. Even the moonlight outside shyly hid its face behind drifting clouds.

It couldn’t bear to witness!

...

After four days of rest, Yang Fan appeared in full strength before Zhou Yingnan.

This was a café tucked away in a secluded street corner.

The place wasn’t crowded but had an artistic vibe, hosting many plump cats with walls adorned with guest photos and notes.

Yang Fan was slightly taken aback by Zhou Yingnan’s attire—it was identical to what she had worn that day, completely unchanged. Who would’ve known she was such an artistic type?

If she hadn’t chosen this location, Yang Fan might never have set foot in such a place in his lifetime.

This was his first visit.

And endlessly novel.

As Yang Fan took everything in, Zhou Yingnan was scrutinizing Yang Fan as well. With some surprise, she remarked, "Boss Yang, your recovery ability is truly impressive. I thought you’d be lying in bed for ten days or so before you could get back on your feet."

"It only looked serious. The injuries weren’t that deep," Yang Fan replied casually, settling in across from Zhou Yingnan.

The afternoon sunlight was somewhat glaring, illuminating the cats lazily sprawled across the windowsill, making them seem to glow.

These little creatures seemed so carefree, each one sprawled out in bliss.

"What would you like to drink? My treat." Zhou Yingnan handed him a menu.

Yang Fan glanced at it briefly and ordered a cup of green tea.

He couldn’t stomach coffee.

The café’s tea selection was so simplistic it bordered on disdain—a mere three categories: green tea, red tea, and oolong tea.

"Honestly, the tea here is awful," Zhou Yingnan warned. "The owner knows coffee well but is abysmally clueless about tea. He only added tea to the menu because many guests frequently ordered it."

"But once he did, he got even more complaints. Can you imagine this guy charging eighty bucks for a cup of flower tea foam?"

"Apparently, that type of tea is quite popular in some places!" Yang Fan countered.

After all, he had seen plenty of short videos featuring quirky, nostalgic folks praising the tea’s authenticity in deliberately deep voices.

With disdain, Zhou Yingnan retorted, "What kind of sane person would drink that stuff? If I have access to whole tea leaves, why would I opt for a sip of foam instead? That’s just stupid. Some self-important people love glorifying ridiculous traditions, unaware that while our ancestors perfected the art of high-quality tea, theirs were running naked in the woods chasing game—and still they boast about it."

Yang Fan chuckled; her statement instantly matched the ambiance of this place.

"It’s fine. Just something light will do. Honestly, between foam tea and coffee, I dislike coffee more," Yang Fan replied.