Chapter 378: Sun Family

While releasing divine sense to probe, Mo Hua, in the most luxurious mansion of Qianjia Town, a middle-aged cultivator with a stern face and thin figure, suddenly opened his eyes, his face slightly startled.

He furrowed his brows and instructed:

"Call Ze'er here."

The servant received the order and left. Not long after, a youth with frivolous eyebrows and eyes walked in and casually said:

"Dad, what is it?"

The middle-aged cultivator's surname was Sun and his name was Yi. He was the head of the Sun family.

This youth's surname was Sun and his name was Ze. He was the eldest direct descendant of the Sun family.

Sun Yi, the head of the Sun family, furrowed his brows and said: "A cultivator used divine sense to probe."

Sun Ze also said in surprise: "A Foundation Building cultivator?"

Sun Yi nodded, "This divine sense was extremely hidden and extremely profound. It swept over lightly. If I weren't comprehending an array and my divine sense wasn't concentrated, I might not have detected it."

"This person must be a Foundation Building cultivator without doubt!" Sun Yi said categorically.

Sun Ze also furrowed his brows:

"A Foundation Building cultivator, what are they doing in our Qianjia Town?"

Sun Yi pondered for a moment and slowly said:

"No matter what they do, we should treat them with courtesy. If we can avoid provoking them, we should. It's best to send them away early."

Then he instructed again: "This Foundation Building cultivator, using divine sense to probe the road, presumably is an outsider."

"There's only one road into Qianjia Town for outsiders."

"You bring some people to welcome them, invite them as guests, and do not offend them."

Sun Ze said dissatisfiedly: "Why do we need to be so troublesome? If he wants to come, he can come. If he wants to go, he can go. Why should we care about him?"

Sun Yi rebuked: "What do you understand? Foundation Building and Foundation Building are completely incomparable. Our Sun family is located in a remote corner. Naturally, we must make more friends with other cultivators. Even if we don't make friends, we must find out why they've come and cannot offend them."

"Moreover, this Foundation Building cultivator probably has a considerable background."

This divine sense made him feel deeply apprehensive.

Sun Ze received the rebuke and could only comply:

"Alright, Dad, I'll listen to you."

After Sun Ze left, Sun Yi still furrowed his brows, his thoughts unsettled. Finally, his gaze gradually turned cold, "Hope they haven't come to find trouble..."

In Qianjia Town.

Puppet Old was cracking pine nuts and driving the carriage.

Big White was pulling the cart, slowly walking on the streets of Qianjia Town.

Mo Hua then stretched out his head to observe, sizing up the surrounding arrays.

But the surrounding houses were low, the arrays crude, and there was nothing much to see.

After a while, several cultivators appeared ahead.

Leading them was a young cultivator in splendid brocade clothes, with a frivolous face but pretending to be solemn.

Puppet Old stopped the carriage.

That young cultivator cupped his hands and said with a smile:

"Noble guest has arrived, we are late in welcoming you."

Puppet Old's expression was wooden, and he said faintly: "You, who are you?"

His voice was dry like dead wood, clearly a human voice, yet not like one.

Everyone in the Sun family felt a tremor in their hearts.

Sun Ze quickly said: "This is Sun Ze, the eldest son of the Sun family in Qianjia Town."

Puppet Old again said faintly: "What is it?"

The dry voice made Sun Ze feel somewhat uncomfortable and also somewhat dissatisfied in his heart.

Usually, he was the one asking others questions. He was rarely asked in such a cold tone.

But his father had spoken first, and he didn't dare to disobey.

Even an old man driving a carriage was so strange. The cultivators in the cart were probably even more extraordinary.

If there truly was a Foundation Building cultivator, he definitely couldn't afford to offend them.

Sun Ze then respectfully said: "Qianjia Town is simple and crude, I fear it may offend the noble guest. If you don't mind, you can move your steps to the Sun family. My Sun family would be happy to fulfill our host duties."

Puppet Old did not make a sound.

Inside the carriage, Mo Hua's three disciples looked at each other and then all looked at Mister Zhuang.

Mister Zhuang nodded slightly.

Puppet Old outside the carriage then nodded: "Alright."

He didn't know why, but Sun Ze actually breathed a sigh of relief.

This seemingly wooden carriage driver always made him feel a faint sense of oppression.

It also made him more curious about the people sitting in the cart.

Sun Ze led the way, and Puppet Old drove the carriage. Under the surprised gazes of passersby, they slowly drove into the tall and wide gate of the Sun family.

The carriage stopped.

Sun Yi, the head of the Sun family, personally welcomed them.

But the cultivators who came out of the carriage surprised them greatly.

First was a small youth with sword eyebrows and star eyes, then a small girl with a delicate face.

After that, a small cultivator with clear eyes and eyebrows like a painting alighted.

This small cultivator then supported a white-clothed cultivator who looked elegant and refined, with an immortal aura, but had no aura at all, not even like a cultivator.

Sun Yi was somewhat dumbfounded for a moment.

Among these people, who was the Foundation Building cultivator?

And whose was that divine sense probing?

Sun Yi furrowed his brows.

Reasonably speaking, this white-clothed cultivator was most likely the Foundation Building cultivator, but if he was a Foundation Building cultivator, it was impossible for his aura to be so restrained that he couldn't detect it at all.

Unless he was above the Foundation Building realm, a great cultivator of the Golden Core realm.

But a Golden Core realm cultivator would also not come to this remote small place in the two-grade state.

"Could it be that I saw wrong?"

Was there actually no Foundation Building cultivator probing?

Sun Yi muttered somewhat in his heart.

But the people had already been welcomed in, he couldn't possibly drive them out again, and it wasn't good to admit that he had seen wrong.

He could only brace himself and say, "May I know the noble surname of this dao friend..."

Mister Zhuang said faintly: "Surname Zhuang."

Sun Yi was startled. It was an extraordinary surname, concise and to the point, and also had the demeanor of an expert.

He just didn't know if it was genuine or fake.

But since the matter had already reached this point, there was no need to dwell on these.

Sun Yi cupped his hands and said: "Noble guest has arrived here, may I know the reason?"

Mister Zhuang's tone was still faint:

"Passing through this noble place, resting for a few days."

Sun Yi didn't quite believe it, but he still said with a smile:

"Meeting is fate, coming from afar is a guest. If you don't mind, just stay in my Sun family for a few days. Sun is also happy to slightly fulfill his intentions."

Mister Zhuang revealed a trace of a faint smile:

"Then I shall disturb you."

"No need to be polite." Sun Yi cupped his hands and said.

After that, Sun Yi arranged for everyone to stay and said enthusiastically:

"If you need anything, just tell the servants. My Sun family will try to satisfy you."

After arranging for Mister Zhuang and the others, Sun Yi returned to the living room, the smile on his face gradually fading.

Sun Ze asked him: "Dad, who is the Foundation Building cultivator?"

Sun Yi shook his head, "I still haven't figured it out."

Sun Ze said dissatisfiedly, "If there's no Foundation Building cultivator, we've busied ourselves for nothing. You're still so humble, are they worthy?"

"Say less of such uninsightful words!" Sun Yi furrowed his brows and rebuked, "A great man can bend and stretch, what's so bad about being humble?"

The Sun family's living room was decorated richly and luxuriously.

Sun Yi sat down, and beautiful maidservants came forward to serve tea. Sun Yi took a sip of tea, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said:

"Among this group of cultivators, even if there is no Foundation Building cultivator, their identities will not be ordinary..."

Sun Ze's gaze lingered on the maidservant's waist before moving away. He also nodded in agreement:

"That's right, that old man driving the carriage, that extraordinary little youth, and that delicate little girl, their temperaments are all very unusual..."

"And that one surnamed Zhuang, with his immortal demeanor, is either a true expert or a true big swindler..."

Sun Ze counted them once, only omitting Mo Hua.

Mo Hua just looked well-behaved, and hadn't entered Sun Ze's eye yet.

"Dad." Sun Ze leaned forward and said in a low voice:

"What should we do next?"

Sun Yi raised his eyebrows, put down the teacup, and slowly said:

"Observe for a few days. If we cannot provoke them, we will treat them with courtesy..."

"Then what if we can provoke them?"

Sun Yi looked at Sun Ze, his gaze somewhat obscure, "...Then we must also entertain them well."

Sun Ze also smiled.

The Sun family prepared two large guest rooms for Mo Hua and the others.

One room was for Mister Zhuang and Puppet Old, and the other room was for Mo Hua's three children.

Although they were called large guest rooms, they were also exquisitely furnished, with complete porcelain ware and screens, burning sandalwood, and curling incense smoke.

Side by side were five or six beds, with soft wool blankets spread on them.

Bai Zixi meditated elegantly and quietly.

Mo Hua and his senior brother then lay on the bed, softly speaking.

"That one surnamed Sun, he doesn't look like a good person."

"Which one surnamed Sun?"

"Which one surnamed Sun?"

"One is the dad, one is the son..."

"Neither of them looks like a good person."

"Right, the smile is too fake."

"Smiling on the surface, but not genuinely."

"Too enthusiastic, they have ulterior motives."

"Showing excessive hospitality..."

The two muttered. Bai Zixi couldn't cultivate and only opened her autumn water-like eyes, looking at them helplessly.