Old Ancestor of the Sun Family had indeed hidden the Ultimate Formation in the Spirit Field.
And he hadn’t left the Formation with the Sun Family or passed it on to the descendants of the Sun Family.
The specifics of where exactly the Old Ancestor of the Sun Family hid the Ultimate Formation, how it was hidden, and which Formation methods were used, however, remained unknown...
Mo Hua flipped through some items and interrogated Sun Ze several times over.
Sun Ze, dizzy and perplexed, struggled to answer.
Though some details were missing here and there, for the most part, there was no contradiction, suggesting that he was likely telling the truth.
Mo Hua decided not to make it harder for him.
Sun Ze was the legitimate eldest son of the Sun Family.
Although ignorant and oppressive towards Spirit Farmers, it was not good to kill him now.
Otherwise, the Sun Family would certainly become desperate.
The Family Head of the Sun Family was a Foundation Building Cultivator, and since they were currently on the Sun Family’s territory, it was better not to utterly sever relations.
"You may go,"
Mo Hua kicked Sun Ze away.
Sun Ze forgot his shame and anger, instead asking in confusion, "You’re really letting me go?"
"What, you don’t want to leave?" Mo Hua’s eyebrows raised, "Or would you like to stay and take another beating?"
Startled, Sun Ze hastily replied,
"I’ll go, I’ll go!"
Without waiting for Mo Hua to say anything more, he scrambled up and limped away, running back the way he came.
He didn’t even glance at the other Sun Family cultivators.
This aspect was very much like the profligate young master of the Qian Family, Qian Xing.
A friend in the dao would rather die than let a fellow daoist face poverty alone.
Even if that "fellow daoist" was a cultivator from their own family.
As Sun Ze ran, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the waters in the Spirit Field.
In the water, his disheveled reflection could be seen.
One part of his face was blackened and another charred, with both arms completely burned, looking utterly pitiful.
Sun Ze could hardly believe it.
What kind of Fireball Technique was this kid using?
How could it be so incredibly powerful?
What was more infuriating, this Fireball Technique had nearly exploded directly on his face, potentially ruining his visage.
Sun Ze thought about cursing out Mo Hua in his heart, but felt a chill and forcefully suppressed the impulse to insult others, pushing it down deep.
He mustn’t curse!
If he cursed and that brat perceived it, dealing with him straight away with a Fireball Technique, then he would truly be at a loss.
Impatience could spoil great plans.
He had to rush back and tell his father about the incident.
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.