"Most of the Formations now were painted by the Sun Family’s descendants, often break, and need frequent repairs."
But he was unclear on the specifics.
The matters of the Old Ancestor of the Sun Family were somewhat ancient, and what he knew was hearsay, and as for the workings of the Formations, he was completely ignorant and couldn’t provide an explanation.
Mo Hua furrowed his brows.
This was strange.
If they were indeed Formations, how could there be no trace?
The descendants of the Sun Family should know the Formations their ancestor painted, so why repaint them?
Was it simply to extort and exploit the cultivators who farmed the land?
Did the Sun Family know what the Formations their ancestor painted were like?
Unable to figure it out, Mo Hua thought of another question:
"The Sun Family wants you to sell your sons and use your daughters as servants, but they didn’t ask you to sell them the land?"
Normally, Spirit Fields are the most valuable.
The Sun Family not seizing this large opportunity must have had a reason.
"The Sun Family has a family precept…"
"A family precept?"
Old Ding nodded and said, "The Old Ancestor of the Sun Family stipulated a rule long ago: No member of the Sun Family shall ever seize an inch of land from Thousand Families Town, or they would be stripped of their surname, their name removed from the family records, and cast out of the family!"
Mo Hua was surprised and exclaimed, "That Old Ancestor of the Sun Family truly was a broad-minded and good Formation Master, a pity that..."
A pity the descendants were unworthy.
On the other side, Ding Miao had finally finished eating the chicken. He looked at Mo Hua, his face flushed with embarrassment.
The chicken was originally for Old Ding to entertain Mo Hua with, but he had eaten it all.
Mo Hua then smiled and said:
"I’d like to take a look at the fields, could you take me there?"
The now full Ding Miao nodded vigorously, "Mhm!"
Afterward, Old Ding and Miao led Mo Hua to tour the Spirit Fields.
Mo Hua asked some questions, and Old Ding answered them all.
But Mo Hua still couldn’t find a clue about the Ultimate Formation.
Looking around, there were only Cultivating Soil Formations with six Formation Patterns in the Spirit Field.
As dusk approached, Mo Hua made his goodbyes and returned to the Sun Family.
After greeting Mr. Zhuang, Mo Hua went back to his room to exchange information with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.
Bai Zisheng said,
"The Family Head of the Sun Family, Sun Yi, is an idiot!"
"How so?" Mo Hua didn’t quite understand.
Bai Zisheng looked around and whispered,
"He’s been studying Formations for seventy or eighty years, he’s even reached Foundation Establishment, but his Formation skills haven’t reached First Grade, and his Divine Sense hasn’t reached ten Patterns..."
Mo Hua’s mouth fell open, "Is he blockheaded?"
Bai Zixi glanced silently at Mo Hua and said indifferently,
"Not everyone learns Formations that fast."
Mo Hua was slightly stunned and whispered, "It shouldn’t be that slow... What does he do all day?"
Bai Zisheng curled his lip, "Eating, drinking tea, watching women dance, and he even invited me and Zixi to watch..."
"Doesn’t he study Formations?"
"He does," said Bai Zisheng. "He practices one Formation Painting every day..."
Mo Hua fell silent.
No wonder...
Practicing just one Formation Painting a day is less than a fraction of a fraction of what’s needed...
In what year of the monkey or month of the horse would he become a First Grade Formation Master?
It seemed not a lack of aptitude, but an indulgence in ease and lazy temperament.
"What about the Formation skills of the other people in the Sun Family?"
Bai Zisheng was even more disdainful, "A bunch of cowards and incompetents."
"With the Family Head like this, don’t even think about the others; his son, Sun Ze, can only draw four Formation Patterns to this day..."
Mo Hua couldn’t help but sigh.