Chapter 382: Provocation

Sun Ze was shocked and said, "Our Sun family really has this kind of inheritance?"

Sun Yi glared at him and said, "Otherwise, how do you think our Sun family’s business got to be this way?"

"Our old ancestor was a dignified second-grade array master, how could he only pass down so few things?"

Sun Ze wrinkled his brow, "But where is this inheritance?"

From childhood to adulthood, he had never seen or heard that the Sun family actually had this kind of secret formation.

Sun Yi’s eyelids twitched, and he sighed, "I don't know either..."

"The old ancestor left mysteriously that year. He didn't have time to arrange anything, and some of the array inheritance was scattered."

"The little bit of foundation our Sun family has now was pieced together little by little by your great-grandfather and grandfather from the old ancestor’s manuscripts, like scattered fragments."

"There are several second-grade formations, but we fundamentally cannot learn them. Among the first-grade formations, they are all common ones, and nothing special..."

Sun Ze couldn't help but laugh coldly, "Are we descendants really born of the old ancestor?"

Sun Yi’s face turned cold, and he rebuked angrily, "Next time you say such disrespectful words, go kneel in the ancestral hall for three days!"

Sun Ze muttered a few sentences but didn't dare to speak openly again.

Sun Yi’s gaze slightly condensed.

At this point, he had actually suspected it before.

The old ancestor died suddenly.

But even if he died so suddenly, he should have prepared earlier, organized some array inheritance, and left it for his descendants.

It shouldn't be like now, where they only find some leftovers like cold food from the ancestral generation's legacy.

Although relying on these formations to control the spirit farmers, their days were quite comfortable.

But the way of arrays is vast and profound.

Who wouldn't want to go further?

Not to mention being a second-grade array master, just becoming a first-grade array master would completely change his current status.

In the nearby Shangtai City, a first-grade array master, even if they only cultivated Qi, their status was not much worse than him, a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The old ancestor didn't leave any array inheritance for his descendants.

Perhaps it was really because their Sun family descendants were not actually surnamed 'Sun', and the blood flowing in their bodies was not the old ancestor's bloodline at all?

But these guesses, Sun Yi only dared to think in his heart.

The Sun family could stand firm in Qianjia Town and act tyrannically, one was by relying on arrays, and the other was by relying on the Sun family's ancestral generation's grace.

The ancestral generation's legacy was rightful, and those rogue cultivators had to endure it.

If not, if they really stirred up trouble and provoked public anger, their Sun family might not have a good outcome either.

Sun Ze thought for a moment and then said, "What should we do if that little brat is really trying to get our Sun family's array that is neither transmitted externally nor internally, nor even transmitted to anyone?"

Sun Yi sneered, "Is this kind of inheritance something a little brat can covet?"

"The second-grade array master's secret inheritance, even if it were placed in front of him, he couldn't possibly understand it."

"He's just overestimating himself!"

Sun Yi said contemptuously.

He was an array master, although not yet first-grade, but he deeply experienced the profundity of arrays and the hardship of learning them.

For him, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, comprehending arrays was still so laborious, let alone that little brat who was still wet behind the ears and only at the seventh layer of Qi cultivation.

Sun Ze, who could only draw four array patterns even now, also nodded in agreement.

Arrays were indeed difficult to learn.

Then he said again, "That little brat doesn't understand, but what about his master?"

Sun Yi was startled and thought of the handsome and elegant Mr. Zhuang, who had an air of a high-ranking person. He wrinkled his brows, "His master..."

He couldn't see through him at all.

Whether this person had blood energy or not, whether he had cultivation or not, or even whether he had divine sense or not, he knew nothing.

If he was just pretending to be mysterious, he was a swindler with no cultivation.

If he had reached the point of returning to nature, where great dao was simple, then he was an unfathomable high-ranking person.

Sun Yi couldn't figure it out and asked again, "These two days, what have you discovered following that pair of siblings?"

Sun Ze said helplessly, "Those two people are exceptionally talented, extraordinarily knowledgeable, and both are very clever. Even though I beat around the bush, I couldn't probe their identity..."

"However, if they are truly disciples of a renowned family, they will definitely be accompanied by a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the second-grade realm."

"If they are not accompanied by a Foundation Establishment cultivator, it means they are not disciples of a renowned family, or even if they are, they are at most fallen renowned family disciples..."

"We don't need to fear a fallen phoenix."

Sun Ze asked again, "Dad, can you tell who among them is at Foundation Establishment? Whose divine sense did you perceive that day?"

Sun Yi's brows furrowed even tighter.

In the past few days, he had carefully observed but still hadn't found the source of that divine sense.

The cultivator surnamed Zhuang didn't use divine sense at all.

The old servant named Kui Lao was also like a block of wood.

The two disciples of a renowned family had abundant blood energy and spiritual power. They were already at the ninth layer of Qi cultivation. Although their divine sense was strong, it wasn't strong enough to rival a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

As for that little brat who ran to the spiritual field every day, he was so young that he was too lazy to even look at him...

"Could it be that I was mistaken?"

"Or, this divine sense came from other cultivators and is unrelated to this group of cultivators?"

Sun Yi racked his brains but couldn't understand.

Sun Ze glanced at his father faintly, criticizing him in his heart, but didn't dare to say anything. He turned his gaze slightly and then asked, "Then, what should we do next?"

Sun Yi frowned and deliberated for a long time before saying, "Let's wait and see, and clarify their background first..."

"If they really have a great background, we will still treat them courteously."

"If they are just pretending to be mysterious and don't even have a Foundation Establishment cultivator, then let them know that our Sun family's rice is not so easy to eat."

Sun Yi lowered his voice again, "Anyway, this place is far from Shangtai City. If nothing big happens, the Dao Court Division won't inquire."

"By then, I will be the knife and chopping board, and they will be the fish meat."

In Sun Yi's gaze, a cold light flickered slightly.

"What about that little brat?" Sun Ze asked again, "He keeps running to the spiritual field for no reason, and still draws arrays for those common people, which is very disruptive."

"He dares to break our Sun family's financial road..."

Sun Yi sneered, "You keep an eye on him and see if he understands. If he understands, we won't make things difficult for him. If he doesn't understand..."

Sun Yi's gaze turned cold, "Then you teach him to understand."

"What about his master?"

"No harm," Sun Yi said faintly, "He interfered with our Sun family's affairs. This matter, in the end, is that we are in the right."

"We can also use this to probe their background."

Sun Yi said meaningfully.

Sun Ze smiled sinisterly, "Dad, I understand."

Mo Hua still went to the spiritual field every day for no reason.

His feeling became clearer and clearer.

The absolute array was hidden in the spiritual field.

But he still had no clue where exactly it was hidden.

Even if he used divine sense to calculate, he couldn't calculate the exact position.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart, "It seems this calculation method still needs more practice. If I could be like Master, who could calculate where the array was with just a thought, it wouldn't be so troublesome."

Miao Er just followed behind Mo Hua, like a little tail.

When Mo Hua went to the field, he followed. When Mo Hua looked at the spirit rice, he also widened his eyes and followed suit. When Mo Hua drew arrays, he also pulled out grass roots and followed the example, drawing on the ground.

Of course, he was just drawing randomly and couldn't draw clearly. Often, after drawing for a while, he would start drawing big cows and little chickens.

Mo Hua would ask him some questions.

He would also answer in his childish voice.

He didn't understand complex matters, and he didn't know about past events, but he was still clear about some rumors in the field.

Mo Hua would also take out pastries to treat him.

Miao Er refused a few times symbolically, but finally didn't refuse. Then he said crisply, "Thank you, brother!"

Then he politely took the pastries, grasped them with both hands, put them in his mouth, and ate slowly, his eyes narrowed with a smile.

On this day, Mo Hua went to the spiritual field again. Miao Er still followed behind him as usual, hopping and jumping.

But unlike usual, there were many people standing at the intersection of the road, seemingly waiting for him.

These people were all the spirit farmers of Dongshan Village.

They were a little restrained but still bowed to Mo Hua together.

The big man in front cupped his hands and said, "Can we beg the young mister... to draw some arrays for us?"

After he finished speaking, the spirit farmers placed their baskets and storage bags in front of Mo Hua.

Some contained a few spirit stones, some gave a few bags of spirit grain, some a chicken, and some some jade pendants and so on...

The big man said somewhat ashamed, "The gifts are humble, we still hope the young mister... won't dislike them."

After he finished speaking, the crowd bowed together again, bowing to Mo Hua.

Among this group of cultivators, there were old and young, male and female.

Some were in their twilight years, with white hair, some were in their prime, tall and strong, but without exception, they all lowered their heads to Mo Hua to show their pleading.

And Mo Hua was only a thirteen-year-old little cultivator.

Forced by life, they had to bow their heads to a cultivator much younger than them.

Or rather, they had to bow their heads to life.

Mo Hua sighed slightly in his heart, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll help you draw."

The big man raised his head, seemingly not expecting Mo Hua to agree so quickly. His gaze was first shocked, then grateful, and he solemnly cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, young mister!"

The rest of the crowd also looked overjoyed and gratefully said, "Thank you, young mister!"

Among them, some had offended the Sun family and had the arrays in their spiritual fields destroyed, resulting in little spirit grain harvested from the spirit rice they planted.

Some had stubborn tempers and would rather starve to death than beg the Sun family.

Most, like Old Man Ding, had their arrays repaired again and again and owed the Sun family debts that they fundamentally could not repay...

But if the Sun family didn't draw arrays, no one else would draw them for them.

Among the spirit farmers, no one could draw arrays at all.

Even if they wanted to learn, there was no place to learn.

The big man in front respectfully led the way.

Mo Hua followed him and drew arrays one after another in each family's spiritual field.

These arrays, which made them feel at a loss, were effortless for Mo Hua.

Mo Hua held the pen in his small hand and almost casually, in a few strokes, easily completed the outline of the array.

A group of spirit farmers looked extremely shocked.

This was the first time they had seen someone draw arrays like this.

Moreover, the person who drew arrays like this was still a little cultivator in his early teens.

Ding Miao Er also looked at Mo Hua's back, his big eyes full of worship.

Mo Hua concentrated on drawing arrays. In the spiritual field, the originally incomplete arrays were also completed by him little by little.

While drawing, a commotion came from a distance.

Mo Hua turned his head to look and saw a group of arrogant cultivators menacingly coming towards them.

As they walked, they pushed the spirit farmers on the road and conveniently smashed the field ridges, destroying the arrays Mo Hua had just drawn, one after another.

The cultivator leading the group was wearing brocade clothes and had a frivolous look on his face. It was Sun Ze.

He walked up to Mo Hua and laughed sinisterly, "You little brat, you don't understand."

Mo Hua slowly stood up, his clear eyes faintly revealing a sharp edge, "It's you who doesn't understand."