Sun Ze scrambled to say, "Yes... "
Sun Yi was somewhat disoriented and murmured after a long while:
"I misjudged him..."
He originally thought that the least conspicuous little cultivator was only good for serving tea and water, attending to his master as a junior disciple.
But he had not expected that he not only knew about formations, but his spells were also so formidable.
Moreover, his mind was nimble, facing many opponents alone with considerable experience in spell duels.
Sun Ze said with hatred, "Father, we must avenge this!"
Sun Yi did not respond, but coldly looked at his son, "Have you told him all about our Sun Family’s secrets?"
"No! Father, you must believe me!" Sun Ze swore confidently.
Sun Yi snorted coldly.
He trusted this son too much; surely, he had told everything, both what should have been said and what should not.
Sun Yi’s eyes flickered, and after some contemplation, he slowly said:
"For now, we hold our forces."
"But Father, I can’t swallow this insult," Sun Ze said with hatred.
He had seen the Pill Master, who said that both his arms were severely burned by the fire, and he would not be able to use his spiritual power for a short period. Other parts of his body were also more or less injured.
Especially his head, which had been hit several times by Mo Hua, was still buzzing.
What was most important was that his appearance had been ruined.
When the Fireball Technique hit his face, even though Sun Ze had covered his face, he was still injured by the flames, leaving several burn marks on his face.
Sun Ze could not swallow this affront.
"You can’t bear it, you have to," Sun Yi snorted coldly.
Sun Ze’s anger had not subsided when he suddenly frowned.
This was not like his father’s usual way of doing things.
In Thousand Families Town, the Sun Family always exacted revenge for the smallest grievances; when had they ever held back?
"Father, do you have some other plan?" Sun Ze asked.
Sun Yi stroked his chin and counter-asked:
"Do you think that kid could really find the ancestral formation of our Sun Family?"
Sun Ze immediately sneered, "Impossible!"
Sun Yi gave him a cold look.
Sun Ze settled down, used his head to think for a moment, and felt a thump in his heart:
"Seems like... it’s actually possible."
Sun Ze then pondered in detail:
"This kid’s identity is not ordinary, his spells are not ordinary, and his mastery of formations seems to be also quite extraordinary."
"I destroyed all the formations he had drawn. I didn’t pay attention at that time, but now that I think about it, those formations were quite well drawn. And they were drawn both quickly and well, even better than you, Father..."
Sun Ze stopped mid-sentence, not daring to continue.
"Go on," Sun Yi snorted coldly.
"Better than you, Father... they were drawn better..."
Sun Yi was not angry; instead, his heart skipped a beat, thinking to himself that it was indeed so.
This kid, with an innocent face, was actually a rare formation genius.
Among this group, perhaps this kid was the real key figure.
The key point was that he was still so young.
"There’s always someone better," Sun Yi sighed.
"So, Father... are we just going to let this go?" Sun Ze ventured.
"Why let it go?"
"A formation genius... Is it not wise for us to provoke him?"
"So what if he’s a formation genius?" Sun Yi sneered, "In this vast cultivation world with countless cultivators, there are innumerable geniuses. Even with great talent, if one cannot grow, they are no different from mediocrity."
Sun Ze was somewhat confused and questioned:
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi had nothing else to do and also followed Mo Hua, helping him search for the Formation.
Bai Zisheng would still go out for a stroll nearby when he was free, to see if the Sun Family would come looking for trouble again.
Aunt Xue was strict in her discipline; she generally did not allow him to fight with others.
Otherwise, back when they were in Tongxian City, he had wanted to follow Mo Hua into Big Black Mountain for Monster Hunting, eager to show his prowess.
Now that Aunt Xue was not by his side, Mr. Zhuang did not indulge him but neither did he restrain him, Bai Zisheng had long wanted to find someone to spar with, to test his skills.
Especially since as the eldest disciple, helping his junior in a fight was only natural, and Mr. Zhuang would not blame him.
So Bai Zisheng had the air of being eager to try and wandered around the Spirit Field every day, occasionally looking up to see if any sensible cultivators from the Sun Family would trouble them and give him a chance to prove his mettle.
Unfortunately, the Sun Family did not take the chance, and they never came.
Since the Sun Family didn’t come, naturally no one disturbed Mo Hua.
But after searching for several days with no progress, he sat cross-legged by the edge of the field, supporting his small chin, lost in thought.
Formation media, Formation Patterns, Formation Pivot, Formation eye...
If there truly were an Ultimate Formation within the Spirit Field, then the boundaries of the field should serve as the Formation media.
Stones piled atop the field boundaries are hard and suitable for inscribing Formations.
Formation Patterns should also be present on top of the field boundaries.
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But Mo Hua had almost searched the entire Spirit Field and still had not found any trace of an Ultimate Formation.
Besides, there was the Formation Pivot.
The Formation Pivot of an Ultimate Formation should be somewhat different from ordinary Formations.
Mo Hua could not find anything in the Spirit Field that indicated the presence of any special Formation Pivot.
Most crucially, there was no Formation eye.
A Formation needed a Formation eye to provide Spiritual Power, yet there was nothing in this Spirit Field that could serve as the Formation eye for an Ultimate Formation to operate.
Mo Hua scratched his head, unable to figure it out.
Looking at the basic framework of a Formation, there should be no other Formations within this Spirit Field.
Yet, given Mr. Zhuang’s demeanor, Mo Hua was convinced that there must be an Ultimate Formation hidden within this Spirit Field...
Mo Hua’s thoughts were a bit chaotic.
A breeze blew by, waving the rice plants.
The wind carried a hint of the fresh sweetness of the rice seedlings.
Mo Hua calmed his heart and found a tree stick to start drawing something on the ground.
He drew all the Formations involved in the Spirit Field, including the Cultivating Soil Formation, Water Storage Formation, Pest Extermination Formation, and so on, one by one.
He wanted to find some connections among these Formations.
But after looking them over again and again, these Formations were just as they were, with nothing special about them.
Mo Hua sighed and looked up to see Ding Miao also sitting on the ground, clutching a stick and imitating Mo Hua, drawing something unknowable.
However, what Miao drew seemed like a Formation and yet not like one.
Mo Hua looked a few times, puzzled, and asked:
"Miao, what are you drawing?"
Miao pointed forward with his small hand, "Drawing the Spirit Field."
Seeing Mo Hua drawing Formations, he also followed along.
But Formations are complex and Patterns are numerous; Miao couldn’t draw them, so he just drew whatever else he could.
He had drawn cows, chickens, and now it was the Spirit Field’s turn.
Miao was drawing the Spirit Field, but imitating Mo Hua’s drawing style, what he created looked both like a Formation and not like one.
Mo Hua nodded slightly, then suddenly paused, a thought dawning on him.
Formation... Spirit Field...
Mo Hua frowned, as if he was on the verge of grasping something.
Just then, another breeze swept through the mountains, stirring the rice seedlings, creating waves of green that connected all the Spirit Fields into one, rippling off into the distance.
All the Spirit Fields seemed as one, echoing each other.
Mo Hua suddenly stood up, a tumult of realization rising in his heart.