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.
This interrogation method was something Mo Hua had already practiced several times.
He had extracted from Diao Laosi the whereabouts of the Concealment Technique and from Qian Xing the scheming of the Patriarch of the Qian Family.
When to strike, what to ask at what time, and when to give a glimmer of hope—Mo Hua was already quite adept at managing the rhythm of these elements.
Sun Ze heard that Mo Hua was going to let him go, he didn’t quite believe it, but he didn’t dare disbelieve either.
If he didn’t believe it, who knows, Mo Hua might decide to send him to heaven with the Fireball Technique.
He still had to become the Family Head of the Sun Family in the future, and he had many blessings to enjoy. He had no wish to hand over all that wealth and status to his second brother.
So Sun Ze spilled everything he knew about the Old Ancestor of the Sun Family and the traditions passed down to the younger generations like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.
Sun Ze didn’t know much, and Mo Hua didn’t hear many additional clues, but at least it confirmed his suspicions.