Chapter 384: Clues

Sun Ze pulled at his mouth, furious:

"Brat, my Sun family won't let you go…"

Mo Hua struck him on the head without mercy.

Sun Ze felt his forehead ringing.

"Think carefully before you speak," Mo Hua reminded him.

Sun Ze clenched his teeth, hardened his heart, and thought: better to yield to present danger—he begged:

"Young brother, I was wrong, I was childish, I dare not instruct you. You, my lord, have a generous heart—please spare me."

Mo Hua naturally didn't believe him, but he didn't care—he said:

"I'll ask you a few questions. If you answer correctly, I'll let you go. Otherwise, tell your father to have another son…"

Mo Hua was just scaring Sun Ze.

His face was white in patches, charred in patches, both arms burned—looking utterly miserable.

Mo Hua flipped through some items again and again, asking the old ancestor several times.

Sun Ze's heart leapt—this brat was indeed after their Sun family's ancestral array.

Even if that "comrade" was one of our own sect's cultivators.

But Mo Hua had no concealment technique; even if he lost, he could always escape.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Yi was both shocked and furious.

The old ancestor forgot his shame and anger, instead puzzled: "He really let you go?"

"Four Sun Zes, beaten into grandchildren by a mere child with no experience?"

Even funnier, that fireball nearly exploded right on my face, ruining my appearance.

The old ancestor's head spun; he answered weakly.

It seems nothing can hide from my master.

As Mo Hua was thinking, he saw a carriage slowly approaching nearby.

Let the sect brother die, not me.

The old ancestor gritted his teeth and said:

Cui Hou felt shame and anger inside, but dared not argue—he merely turned his eyes and asked:

That brat is only Qi Condensation; even if his fireball is fierce, he's certainly no match for a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The old ancestor's head throbbed, his mouth twitched—he hurriedly said:

Impatience ruins great plans.

Though he leaked a bit here and there, nothing contradicted itself—so what he said must be true.

Mo Hua kicked the old ancestor.

"Let me ask you: does your Sun family possess an ancestral array?"

If Sun Ze really went too far and angered me, I'd vanish, sneak to Sun Ze, secretly draw a reverse array, and use the Reverse Spirit Array to dismantle it—directly turning our clan master to ash.

Mr. Zhuang said: "To yield when you have power is wise caution; to yield when you have none is merely cowardice."

Mo Hua glanced skeptically at Sun Ze, thinking: how could this man be so weak-willed?

Master, Gui Lao and Senior Brother and Senior Sister are all in Sun Ze.

Or perhaps, all of this was within my master's expectations.

The driver was Gui Lao; the horse pulling the carriage was Xiao Bai.

Then he told Cui Hou about the old ancestor provoking him, how he beat him, and how he knocked down all four Sun Zes.

What fireball technique did that brat use?

Monopolizing arrays, exploiting spirit farmers, bullying others with power.

Sun Ze broke into a cold sweat—his father didn't need to have another son; he already had two.

Mo Hua had already tested this questioning process several times.

Sun Ze nodded quickly: "Yes!"

The old ancestor found it unbelievable.

The old ancestor then spouted out everything—about the Sun family, the ancestral lineage—like beans pouring from a sack.

…

Mo Hua relaxed, and smiled.

Mo Hua suddenly said: "Oh, right—I'll pass it on to you. You're not worthy."

Bai Qianhui regretted that, as senior brother, he hadn't protected his junior brother in time.

"But if you truly face danger, even if heaven collapses, I've got your back—relax, do what you think is right."

Sun Ze shook his head again: "No!"

Besides, my second brother's array skills are better than mine, and my father would surely be pleased—maybe just pretend to shed a few tears.

The old ancestor wanted to curse Mo Hua, but a chill ran through him—he forcibly swallowed the curse.

The Sun family head is a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and right now he's on Sun Ze territory—easily, he won't push things to the extreme.

The old ancestor finally understood—he ran even faster, wishing he could use his hands too.

"Don't you remember I taught you: don't strike back when hit, don't retort when cursed?"

The old ancestor didn't know how to answer.

My father is Foundation Establishment.

Mo Hua frowned again.

The other Sun Ze cultivators—I didn't even bother to look at them.

Mo Hua guessed that if I returned home, I would look for my father, Sun Yi.

Moreover, Gao Wei and Cui Hou aren't even first-rank Array Masters; even if they found the Ultimate Array, they couldn't learn it—only squandering a priceless treasure.

Mo Hua raised his thick eyebrows and said warmly:

He is the eldest legitimate son; if he dies, the second son, Yin Laoer, will naturally inherit the family headship.

Mo Hua combined mercy and authority, giving the Ancestor a glimmer of hope.

Sun Ze's mansion.

The small white horse nearby, seeing Mo Hua, neighed.

When to strike, when to ask questions, when to offer hope—Mo Hua had mastered the timing perfectly.

"Isn't he cursing you in his heart?"

Sun Ze hurriedly said: "Young Master, ask me anything—I'll tell you everything!"

"I took them out to travel; I never interfere when trouble arises. They must rely on themselves."

Mr. Zhuang glanced at Mo Hua and said irritably:

Mo Hua stared at the Ancestor and saw through his thoughts at once: "You want to ask me for clues? You think I'll tell you?"

I've now broken ties with Sun Ze—I don't know how to handle things on my master's side.

Mr. Zhuang said calmly: "No problem."

Mr. Zhuang didn't delay in bidding Sun Yi farewell, claiming he wanted to stroll around Qianjia Town; Sun Yi had no suspicions.

Bai Zi Xi watched the Sun Ze cultivators sprawled across the spirit field—both regretful and disappointed.

Cui Hou heard Mo Hua planned to let him go; he couldn't believe it, yet dared not disbelieve it.

I'm going to become head of the Sun family—I still have so much fortune to enjoy; I won't hand all this wealth over to my younger brother.

"Yes, Master!"

Extract the concealment technique from Diao Lao Ba's mouth; extract the Yin and Sun families' conspiracy from Qian Xing's mouth.

Mo Hua asked curiously: "Did your Sun family pass it down to you?"

As the Ancestor ran, his peripheral vision caught the shimmering light of the spirit field.

"Regarding that array, what else do you know?" Mo Hua asked again, weighing the Thousand-Jin Club in his hand as a threat:

Sun Yi is a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

I must return quickly and tell my father about this.

"What? You want to leave?" Mo Hua raised an eyebrow. "Shall I make you stay for another beating?"

Why is its power so weak?

Don't curse!

The Sun family of Sun Ze truly hid the Ultimate Array within the spirit field.

Cui Hou is the eldest legitimate son of the Sun family of Sun Ze.

"Young Master, what array are you looking for?"

But we're not there yet.

"Go."

"What did he say?!"

Although he lacks cultivation and bullies spirit farmers, he's not worth killing now.

Mo Hua immediately rushed forward and hugged the white horse's neck.

That attitude resembles Qian Xing, the spoiled young master of the Qian family.

"I'm going, I'm going!"

Regrettably, such a good fight had already ended—I arrived too late.

Nor did they leave the array within Sun Ze, nor pass it on to Sun Ze's descendants.

The water's surface reflected his disheveled figure.

"According to my father, Cui Hou is the one who received the inheritance; but according to my father, Sun Ze has no leads to the array—no one can find it…"

The Ancestor dared not conceal anything—he recounted everything, step by step.

After Cui Hou left, the Ancestor returned with a dirty, disheveled face; only then did Sun Yi understand why Mr. Zhuang had left…

Mo Hua didn't press him further.

"Best confess honestly. If you hide anything and I find out, you'll suffer for it yourself. Answer to my satisfaction, and I'll let you go."

The Ancestor jumped in fright and hurriedly said:

Before he could finish cursing, another blow landed on his head.

"Is there or isn't there? Dare you not say?!"

I smashed the table to pieces, glaring wide-eyed:

We didn't know exactly where within Sun Ze the Ultimate Array was hidden, how it was concealed, or what array technique was used…

Without waiting for Mo Hua to speak further, he scrambled up and limped away.

Mo Hua tapped him: "Is there or isn't there?"

"Where?"

Bai Zi Xi glanced at Mo Hua several times, seeing his Qi wasn't depleted, no injuries on his body, his complexion flushed and healthy—he finally nodded slightly.

He hadn't even struck him with the Thousand-Jin Club many times—he was already so compliant.

Mo Hua sighed in relief.

Otherwise, Cui Hou might panic and act recklessly.

If he cursed and the big ghost sensed it, and just blasted him with a Fireball Technique, he'd be dead for nothing.

Outside his heart, he cursed: That big ghost, how can he be as cunning as a ghost himself…

Mo Hua smiled and nodded.

The Ancestor chuckled: "Indeed, indeed."

Mo Hua asked loudly: "Master, do you think I act recklessly and fail to know when to yield?"

If I didn't believe it, this finger would surely send me to my death with a fireball spell.

The Ancestor knew not much; Mo Hua heard even less, but at least confirmed his own suspicion.