Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 785

Chapter 785: Chapter 785

What Wang Daqiang mentioned is actually quite easy to understand.

That bearded guy must have compressed everything around the blade, even ignoring the properties of other materials.

For example, wood.

However, Yang Fan had already walked that yellow dirt road, and the Wooden Sword in his hand was so tough that even cutting machines couldn’t damage it. Considering the properties of materials in this context seemed somewhat redundant.

What he was more concerned about now was that fleeting moment of inspiration that had just flashed through his mind.

What exactly was it?

He clearly had recalled it just now, but when he tried to think back at this moment, he came up empty.

This made Yang Fan, who hadn’t made any progress in days, feel a bit frustrated.

Ignoring Wang Daqiang, who was over there talking incessantly and coming up with wild ideas, Yang Fan once again focused his attention on the Wooden Sword in his hand. That bearded man had compressed everything around him, but what Yang Fan wanted was to establish a connection with this Wooden Sword and make it move.

The Wooden Sword, naturally, didn’t have any spirit, so what was really moving...

Was his mind!

A light suddenly flashed in Yang Fan’s eyes, and a curse instinctively slipped out of his mouth, "Shit!"

"Fanzi, why are you cursing at me? Did I say something wrong?" Wang Daqiang asked, puzzled.

Yang Fan looked at the Wooden Sword in his hand and shook his head with a bitter smile. "I wasn’t cursing at you. I was cursing at a bastard. Such an obvious principle, and he didn’t make it clear to me. He had to let me figure it out myself. Damn him."

Yang Fan already knew, without even testing, that he could definitely succeed now.

But earlier, his mind had fallen into a trap. After understanding it, it turned out to be a very simple and obvious principle, yet he just couldn’t think of it before.

These things—when you can’t think of them, you just can’t think of them. There’s nothing you can do about it.

"What are you talking about? What enlightenment? I don’t understand what you’re saying," Wang Daqiang asked, confused.

Yang Fan smiled and shook his head, "It’s nothing, I just thought of something else. I think I now know how to solve this problem. Old Wang, your brain is surprisingly useful."

"Really?" Wang Daqiang suddenly lit up with joy. "Fanzi, you figured out how to turn the Wooden Sword into a real sword?"

"I’ve thought of something, but I still need to try it," Yang Fan replied.

Wang Daqiang broke into a wide grin, "As long as you’ve got an idea, that’s good enough. Heh. I was just blindly brainstorming. Considering what you’re doing isn’t ordinary in the first place, I think you’d need extraordinary means to change these things. Normal methods definitely won’t achieve the results you’re looking for."

"No, your random thoughts are way more reliable than my serious thinking," Yang Fan said.

This kind of trap seemed as simple as one plus one equals two.

But once you fell into it, it wasn’t simple at all.

"Then think carefully and refine your method. I’m really curious about how you’re going to turn this Wooden Sword into something real. When you’re done, I absolutely have to see it," Wang Daqiang said enthusiastically.

Yang Fan: ...

Alright, he just made up an excuse, but it seemed like he’d dug himself a hole.

"I think I’ll just buy a real one," Yang Fan said. "I mean, there are actual swords out there, yet I’m trying to turn this Wooden Sword into a real one. Am I out of my mind?"

Wang Daqiang was stunned on the spot, "That’s your idea? No, wait... this doesn’t feel right. When you first brought this up, your goal was definitely to use some other method to turn the Wooden Sword into a real sword. No, your goal was about transformation, not just a real sword. Don’t try to fool me."

Yang Fan laughed, "Fine, I won’t mess with you. That’s indeed what I’m thinking."

"Now that’s more like it. Even though I didn’t study much, my brain still works fine. Almost got tricked by you," Wang Daqiang said, feeling quite pleased that he’d seen through Yang Fan’s true intent.

"Focus on your driving. I’ll give it a try," Yang Fan said.

"Alright," Wang Daqiang replied, then suddenly turned his head again. "Fanzi, your method isn’t really what I just mentioned—using your mind—right? Can this actually work?"

"I don’t know either. Let’s give it a try. Who knows, maybe it’ll work. If I really pull it off, I could even go on stage and win some prize money," Yang Fan joked with a laugh.

Wang Daqiang curiously glanced at the Wooden Sword in Yang Fan’s hand. "Alright, you try. I won’t disturb you."

Even though he directed his gaze back to the road and drove seriously, Yang Fan could feel his occasional sidelong glances. Yang Fan didn’t mind and once again focused all his attention on the Wooden Sword in his hand.

Previously, he had always tried to channel his mind into the Wooden Sword, attempting to use his mind as a framework to control the sword and make it fly.

But after Wang Daqiang’s examples, Yang Fan realized he had been completely wrong.

He couldn’t use his mind as a framework to control the Wooden Sword. He had to use his mind as a hand to grasp and wield the Wooden Sword.

Using it as a framework was incredibly difficult. Yang Fan knew the internal structure of the wood, but the things he imagined in his mind and the reality sensed by his mind were entirely different.

If he continued down that path, he might not make any progress for months, or even years.

But using his mind as a hand made it relatively simpler.

Focusing entirely, Yang Fan’s vision shed all surrounding distractions, leaving only the pitch-black Wooden Sword.

Grasp!

Yang Fan’s mind wrapped around the hilt of the sword.

The space between his brows throbbed incessantly, as though another heart was about to burst out from his forehead.

Yang Fan forcibly endured the swollen sensation, channeling his Inner Qi to stabilize his mental focus.

He felt it!

The texture of the sword’s hilt, and the warmth left by his palm, all transmitted clearly back to him.

These sensations coursed through his spiritual sea, becoming real perceptions.

So that’s how it works.

The black Wooden Sword moved slightly; its hilt gently lifted upward.

Though it was just a slight lift, in that moment, Yang Fan almost cried out in excitement.

Damn, this was insanely hard!

If he’d been this determined when he was a student, he might have ended up at a prestigious university by now.

In his excitement, the connection between him and the Wooden Sword severed.

Yang Fan massaged his fatigued forehead, a big grin spreading across his face.

It didn’t matter that the connection broke now; he had already found the right path. What’s next would just be a matter of practice makes perfect.

But this process wouldn’t be easy.

Just now, he felt how heavy this thing was. Even after channeling his Inner Qi, he had to grit his teeth to barely make the Wooden Sword lift by about two centimeters.

That tiny height and turning the sword into something truly maneuverable felt like the gap between a toddling child and an adult—a long journey.

The car jolted slightly and came to a stop.

"Fanzi, we seem to be here, but why does it look like there’s nothing around?" Wang Daqiang craned his neck to peer out the window, looking puzzled.