Sun Ze exclaimed in shock, "Our Sun Family actually has such a legacy?"
Sun Yi glared at him, "Otherwise, what do you think our Sun Family’s fortune comes from?"
"Our ancestor was a distinguished Second Rank Formation Master, how could he only pass down such little?"
Sun Ze frowned, "But where is this legacy?"
From childhood to adulthood, he had neither seen nor heard of such a top-secret Formation within the Sun Family.
Sun Yi’s eyelids twitched as he sighed,
"I don’t know either..."
"Our ancestor passed away mysteriously, without having the opportunity to make arrangements. Some of the Formation inheritances are also scattered and fragmentary."
"Now, the foundation of our Sun Family is pieced together bit by bit from the scraps left in the old ancestor’s manuscripts by your great-grandfather and grandfather."
"There are a few Second-Grade Formations, but we can’t learn them. Even among the First-grade Formations, they are all common Formations and nothing special..."
Sun Ze couldn’t help but sneer,
"Are we descendants really born from the old ancestor?"
Sun Yi’s face turned cold as he rebuked,
"If you utter such disrespectful words again, go kneel in the ancestral hall for three days!"
Sun Ze mumbled a few words, but dared not say it out loud again.
Sun Yi’s gaze became sharp.
This thought, he had indeed doubted himself as well.
The old ancestor’s death came suddenly.
But even then, he should have made some early preparations, organized some Formation inheritances to leave behind for his descendants.
It shouldn’t be like now, where they can only pick up scraps from the legacy left by their ancestors.
Although they live comfortably by relying on these Formations and exploiting the Spirit Farmers,
the way of Formation is vast and profound.
Who wouldn’t want to advance further?
Let alone becoming a Second Rank Formation Master, even just getting an assessment to become a First-grade Formation Master, his current status would’ve been drastically different.
In the nearby Shangtai City, a First-grade Formation Master, even if only at the Qi Refinement stage, holds a status not much different from his as a Foundation Building Cultivator.
The old ancestor didn’t leave any Formation inheritance for their descendants.
Could it really be because the descendants of the Sun Family do not actually bear the surname "Sun," and the blood flowing in them is not that of the old ancestor’s lineage?
But these speculations, Sun Yi only dared to ponder secretly.
The Sun Family standing in Thousand Families Town and invocating authority is firstly relying on the Formations, and secondly on the grace from the Sun family ancestors.
The grace of the ancestors gives them legitimate righteousness, which even resentful Loose Cultivators have to endure.
If not for this, should real trouble arise, drawing public fury, their Sun Family might not expect any good outcome.
Sun Ze thought for a moment, then said,
"If that kid really has his sights on our Sun Family’s Formation that is not passed on outside, not even inside, not even passed on to anyone, what should we do?"
Sun Yi sneered,
"Such a legacy, is it something a little brat can covet?"
"The utmost secret inheritance of a Second Rank Formation Master, even if placed in front of him, he wouldn’t be able to comprehend."
"Simply overestimating his own ability!"
Sun Yi said disdainfully.
He is a Formation Master; although not yet First-grade, he has deeply experienced the difficulty of learning Formations and the hardship of studying them.
If he, a Foundation Building Cultivator, finds it so difficult to comprehend Formations, let alone that milk-fed little brat who is only at the Qi Refining Seventh Level.
Sun Ze, who could only draw four Formation Patterns up until now, nodded his head in agreement.
Indeed, it is difficult to learn Formation.
Then he said, "The kid might not understand, but what about his master?"
Sun Yi was taken aback, thinking of the handsome and noble Mr. Zhuang. He furrowed his brows,
"His master..."
He simply couldn’t see through him.
Whether that man had Blood Qi, any Cultivation, or even Divine Sense, he knew nothing.
If it was all just an act of mystique, then he was nothing more than a swindler without much Cultivation.
If he was one who had returned to simplicity by following the Great Dao, then he was an unfathomable master.
Sun Yi was puzzled and asked,