His steps were natural at first but began to falter as he walked.
The cultivators on the road found him odd, but none dared to ask.
Sun Ji made his way to the estate of the Sun Family.
And then to Sun Yi’s study.
Inside the study, Sun Yi was still pondering over the Thick Earth Formation, deeply troubled.
He soon became frustrated.
Still at a loss.
How does one learn a Formation of the first grade with eleven patterns?
How on earth did that kid manage to learn it?
Why, even though he had reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, could he not grasp it after pondering for so long?
Sun Yi was anxious.
If he couldn’t learn this Formation, he would no longer be able to use it to threaten the Spirit Farmer.
Without the Spirit Farmer’s support, the Sun Family would eventually run out of resources and decline.
"What if I pull man, and destroy the Spirit Field directly?"
A cold glint flickered in Sun Yi’s eyes.
Destroying the Spirit Field would destroy the Thick Earth Formation.
Without the Thick Earth Formation, those Spirit Farmers who didn’t know Formations would still have to rely on the Sun Family.
But the Formation belonged to the Old Ancestor of the Sun Family.
If he destroyed this Formation, it would also be akin to defying the teachings of his forebear.
It would be tantamount to forgetting his roots...
Sun Yi was indecisive and his thoughts were in turmoil.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
Sun Yi was extremely irritated and ignored it.
But the person kept knocking.
Knock... Knock... Knock...
The sound was monotonous and numb.
In Thousand Families Town, in the Sun Family, who dared to knock on his door like this?
Pressing down his anger, Sun Yi said, "Get in here!"
The door slowly opened, and Sun Ji walked in wearing a dirty, old, and slightly too small Taoist robe.
Sun Yi was taken aback when he saw it and couldn’t help but say,
"What the hell is that you’re wearing?"
Sun Ji didn’t speak.
Sun Yi frowned, sensing something was off, "What are you here for?"
Sun Ji still made no sound.
Sun Yi was about to say something more when he saw Sun Ji suddenly make a move, pulling out a waist knife and slashing at him.
But how could he, at the Qi-refining Realm, be a match for Sun Yi, who had reached the Foundation Establishment Stage?
Sun Yi caught the blade barehanded, channeling Spiritual Power, and with a twist, he warped the blade as if it were a sheet of iron, curling it up.
Then Sun Yi struck back with a palm, sending forth a surge of Spiritual Power that knocked Sun Ji away.
Sun Ji’s chest was shattered by the force of the Foundation Establishment Spiritual Power, and he slumped to the ground, spitting blood.
Sun Yi snorted coldly, stepped forward, grabbed Sun Ji by the collar, lifting him up, and said coldly,
"You ingrate, who sent you to kill me?"
Sun Ji tried to say something, but instead coughed up a gush of blood from his throat.
"Who is it that gave you such a great offer to foolishly attempt to kill me?"
Sun Yi stared into Sun Ji’s eyes and said coldly, "Speak!"
Sun Ji couldn’t speak, but the color of his eyes deepened.
His pupils dilated, the whites shrank.
Little by little, his entire eyes turned pitch black and hollow.
Sun Yi felt a violent, nauseating pain in his Sea of Consciousness, furrowing his brow tightly before it slowly eased.
He tossed Sun Ji to the ground, oblivious, and then slowly returned to his seat.
"Sun Yi" sat in the chair with a vacant look in his eyes.