Sun Ze tugged at the corner of his mouth, angrily said,
"You little devil, my Sun Family won’t let this go..."
Mo Hua showed no mercy, striking his head with a stick.
Sun Ze only felt a buzzing in his forehead.
"Think carefully before you speak," Mo Hua reminded him.
Clenching his teeth and hardening his heart, Sun Ze thought a wise man does not eat loss at hand and begged for mercy,
"Young brother, I was wrong, I was foolish, I don’t dare tell you what to do, please be magnanimous and let me go."
Mo Hua naturally didn’t believe his words, but he didn’t care and instead said,
"I will ask you a few questions, if you can answer them, I’ll let you go. Otherwise, just have your father birth another son..."
Mo Hua was just intimidating Sun Ze.
Sun Ze, however, broke out in a cold sweat, his father didn’t need to have another, as he already had two more sons.
Being the legitimate eldest son, if he died, the second son would just take his place as the Family Head in due order.
And since the second brother’s Formation skills were better than his, his father would certainly be happy to see it happen and would just shed some crocodile tears at most.
Sun Ze hurriedly said, "Young master, please ask, I’ll tell you everything!"
Mo Hua looked at Sun Ze suspiciously, thinking how could this man’s spine be so soft?
He hadn’t even hit him with the Thousand Jun Stick a few times before he became so compliant.
"Then I’ll ask you, does your Sun Family possess ancestral Formations?"
A jolt went through Sun Ze’s heart, this little devil was indeed after the Sun Family’s ancestral Formation secrets.
Sun Ze quickly nodded and said, "Yes!"
"Where?"
Sun Ze shook his head again, "No!"
Mo Hua hit him once more, "Which is it, do you have it or not?"
Sun Ze, enduring the pain, said,
"According to my father, the Sun Family does have this heritage, but also according to my father, the Sun Family has no clues to the Formation, and we can’t find it..."
Mo Hua, puzzled, said, "Didn’t your old ancestor pass it on to you?"
Sun Ze didn’t know how to respond.
Mo Hua then suddenly said, "Oh, right, even if he passed it on to you, you wouldn’t be worthy."
Monopolizing Formations, exploiting Spirit Farmers, and bullying others on the strength of their position.
Moreover, with limited Formation skills, the Sun Family doesn’t even have a first-class Formation Master. Even if they found the Ultimate Formation, they wouldn’t be able to learn it; it would be just a waste of heaven’s gifts.
Sun Ze felt ashamed and annoyed in his heart, but he didn’t dare to retort. His eyes shifted as he asked,
"Young master, what kind of Formation are you looking for?"
Mo Hua stared at Sun Ze, seeing right through his thoughts, "You think I would tell you if you tried to probe for clues? Do you think I would tell you?"
Sun Ze laughed sheepishly, "I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare."
Yet in his heart, he cursed, this little devil was as cunning as a ghost...
Before he could finish his curse, he received another blow to his head.
Mo Hua’s eyebrows raised slightly as he said coldly,
"Are you cursing me in your head?"
Sun Ze’s head was in pain, his mouth twitched, and he hurriedly said,
"Not at all, I wouldn’t dare!"
"Then what else do you know about this Formation?" Mo Hua asked again, weighing the Thousand Jun Stick in his hand, threateningly saying,
"You’d better be honest with your explanation. If I find out you’re hiding anything, you’ll suffer for it. If your answers satisfy me, I’ll let you go."
Mo Hua exercised both the carrot and the stick, giving Sun Ze a glimmer of hope.
His father was at the Foundation Establishment level.
The kid was only a Qi Refinement cultivator, his Fireball Technique may be sharp, but he surely wasn’t a match for a Foundation Building Cultivator.
Having thought it through, Sun Ze ran even faster, wishing he could use his arms as extra legs.
Mo Hua guessed that Sun Ze would definitely go looking for his father, Sun Yi.
Sun Yi was a Foundation Building Cultivator.
But Mo Hua had the Concealment Technique, even if he couldn’t beat them, he could always escape.
If the Sun Family truly went too far and angered him, he could just sneak into the Sun Family estate, secretly set up a Compound Formation, and use the Reversed Spirit Formation to collapse it, turning their Family Head to dust and ashes.
But it hadn’t come to that point yet.
Mo Hua furrowed his brows again.
His master, Old Kui, and his Junior Brother and Sister were all at the Sun Family’s place.
If he broke off relations with the Sun Family now, he didn’t know how his master would handle it.
While Mo Hua was pondering, he saw a carriage slowly approaching from afar.
Old Kui was driving the carriage, and Big White was pulling it.
Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed that nothing could be hidden from his master.
Or perhaps, all of this was within his master’s expectations.
Seeing Mo Hua from a distance, Big White neighed.
Mo Hua immediately went up to him and hugged Big White’s neck.
Then, seeing Mr. Zhuang, he recounted how Sun Ze had come looking for trouble, and how he had beaten him up, as well as laid out seven or eight cultivators from the Sun Family.
Mr. Zhuang said indifferently, "A trivial matter, no harm done."
In a quiet voice, Mo Hua asked, "Master, don’t you think my actions were rash, and lacking forbearance?"
Mr. Zhuang replied, "Showing forbearance when powerless is being cautious. Showing forbearance when capable is simply being cowardly."
"I don’t recall ever teaching you not to fight back when attacked, or not to retort when insulted."
Mo Hua felt relieved and smiled.
Looking at Mo Hua, Mr. Zhuang spoke in a gentle tone:
"I brought you all on this journey for experience, and generally, I will not interfere in affairs, you must rely on yourselves."
"But if you are truly in danger, even if the sky falls, your master will cover for you. Rest easy and do what you think is right."
"Yes, master!"
Mo Hua nodded with a smile.
Bai Zisheng, standing by, looked at the Sun Family cultivators sprawled haphazardly across the Spirit Field, feeling both regret and a sense of loss.
Regret that he, as a senior brother, had not been able to protect his Junior Brother in time.
A sense of loss that such a good fight had come and gone, and he had arrived too late to participate.
Bai Zixi glanced at Mo Hua several times, noting his considerable expenditure of spiritual power, but seeing no serious injuries and a good complexion, with rosy cheeks, she slightly nodded.
...
At the Sun Family mansion.
Mr. Zhuang had excused himself to Sun Yi ahead of time, claiming he wanted to visit Thousand Families Town, and Sun Yi had no suspicions.
It wasn’t until Mr. Zhuang left and Sun Ze returned with a face covered in dirt that Sun Yi realized why Mr. Zhuang had departed...
Sun Ze didn’t dare to hide anything, recounting everything that happened in detail.
As soon as he finished, Sun Yi was shocked and angered.
"What did you say?!"
He smashed the table to pieces, eyes bulging:
"Eight or nine Sun Family cultivators were beaten into submission by a wet-behind-the-ears kid?"