Immortality Through Array Formations

Sun Yi felt a pang of dread.

This junior cultivator was a first-grade Formation Master, and they, the Sun Family, could not afford to offend him.

Yet Sun Ze’s gaze shifted, and he said,

"But Dad, we’ve already offended him..."

Sun Yi was taken aback.

Sun Ze continued, "Even if we let him go, he will hold a grudge against us..."

Sun Yi’s heart gradually grew colder.

Indeed.

Their Sun Family had already offended this junior Formation Master.

At this point, hoping for peace was probably impossible...

But to really take action and close the matter permanently?

Sun Yi was not quite courageous enough to do that.

After all, he was not from humble origins; he lacked the ruthlessness.

Mo Hua sensed the struggle in the heart of the Family Head of the Sun Family and, with a slight move of his thoughts, released his Divine Sense to probe him.

This act of probing was brazen and undisguised.

Sun Yi, still tangled in his thoughts, suddenly sensed something, startled, and then his eyes widened dramatically.

This Divine Sense?!

He quickly turned towards Mo Hua, his voice trembling, "It’s... it’s you..."

Mo Hua did not reply, only silently watched him.

Sun Yi felt an icy chill in the pit of his stomach.

It was over.

They had encountered a little monster.

Could the Divine Sense of the Foundation Establishment Stage he had initially felt actually belong to the junior Formation Master before him?

At the Qi-refining Realm, yet with Foundation Establishment Divine Sense...

The Sun Family had offended not just a first-grade Formation Master, but also a Formation Master with exceptionally strong Divine Sense, with an unknown future potential...

Sun Yi’s face turned ashen, and he stammered, "I... my Sun Family..."

Mo Hua said nonchalantly, "I can overlook it."

Sun Yi was shaken, "Is this true?"

"I am not lying to you."

Sun Yi gritted his teeth, "Alright!"

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There are proper ways in the world.

And those who transcend the ordinary paths of Tao cultivation are either of extraordinary birth, gifted talent, or have a mindset and methods different from ordinary people.

Such cultivators could only be treated with respect and kept at a distance.

Otherwise, the Sun Family truly would face disaster.

Fortunately, this young gentleman said he would not take it to heart.

Whether he truly meant it or not, the Sun Family had to seize the chance to back down gracefully and send this deity away, to avoid escalating the situation further.

And Sun Yi also remembered something even more terrifying.

At the seventh level of Qi Refinement, with Foundation Establishment Divine Sense, and a first-grade Formation Master...

That such a person was merely a junior brother.

He had a senior sister, a senior brother, as well as a Master who was not ostentatious, and a seemingly insignificant, wooden-like coachman.

What could their identities be, what kind of cultivators were they, and how prominent could their backgrounds be?

Just thinking about it made Sun Yi’s scalp tingle.

He dared not even think about it any longer.

Sun Yi immediately ordered loudly,

"Make way!"

Sun Ze, understanding his father’s intent, whispered,

"Dad, are you planning to pretend to let them go and then take them by surprise when they’re off guard..."

Sun Ze made a throat-slitting gesture.

Sun Yi immediately grabbed Sun Ze’s neck to silence him.

At this moment, he truly wished he could strangle his own son.

Although Sun Ze had spoken softly, Mo Hua had heard him and gave Sun Ze a meaningful glance.

Sun Yi hastily apologized,

"My son is ignorant, speaks without thinking, and is unfit for great responsibilities. I ask for the Junior Master’s understanding."

Ignorant, speaks without thinking, unfit for great responsibilities...

That meant the next Family Head of the Sun Family would have nothing to do with Sun Ze.

Mo Hua nodded his head.

Sun Yi breathed a sigh of relief, then bowed deeply and said respectfully,

"I respectfully see off the Junior Master, wishing the Junior Master a smooth journey!"

The other Sun Family cultivators looked at one another, completely unaware of what had just happened.

But they simply followed the Family Head’s lead and likewise bowed respectfully, saying,

"We respectfully see off the Junior Master!"

The Sun Family cultivators made way and bowed.

The surrounding Spirit Farmers also felt a bit confused, but seeing the Sun Family treat Mo Hua with such respect, they too were relieved.

Ding Dachuan clasped his fist and said, "Junior Master, have a smooth journey!"

Mo Hua waved his hand and smiled, "Take care, everyone!"

"Junior Master, take care!"

"Have a smooth journey!"

"Good people are rewarded with good fortune!"

...

The other Spirit Farmers also said their farewells, sincerely sending their best wishes.

Likewise, under the respectful send-off of the Sun Family cultivators and the heartfelt farewells of the Spirit Farmers, Mo Hua left Thousand Families Town, setting off on the road towards distant lands.

It couldn’t be considered startling or dangerous.

But with the matter resolved, Mo Hua also breathed a sigh of relief.

Sun Yi might have been a bit slow when it came to formations, but he knew how to act appropriately.

Being able to leave without a fight and with no casualties among the Spirit Farmers couldn’t be better.

The Thick Earth Formation had already been painted by Mo Hua.

Provided that the land is nourished by the Thick Earth Formation to enrich the soil, Thousand Families Town would no longer suffer from famine in the future.

From now on, it was up to them.

Whether they could protect their Spirit Fields, safeguard the formations, resist the Sun Family, and ensure that their descendants had enough to eat...

These were things Mo Hua could no longer manage.

He was only a passing junior Formation Master and had done what he could.

Bai Zisheng felt a hint of regret.

"We didn’t end up fighting... I wanted to test myself against someone at the Foundation Establishment stage."

He had been standing behind Mo Hua the whole time, waiting for the Sun Family to make a move, so that he could then step forward and put on a magnificent display of his brotherly prowess in front of his junior brother.

Unfortunately, the Sun Family did not give him that chance.

Bai Zixi didn’t say much.

But Mo Hua saw that she seemed to have pulled out a golden sword and stood silently behind him.

Mo Hua felt a warmth in his heart, silently cherishing the kindness of his Junior Brother and Junior Sister.

When he had time, he would make something delicious for them to eat.

The Spirit Farmer from East Mountain Village had sent plenty of ingredients, not precious, but all specialties, not easily found in other places.

Mo Hua turned his head back to look at Thousand Families Town once more, suddenly feeling a touch of emotion:

"Old Ancestor of Sun Family was such a powerful person, yet it’s a pity, the younger generations neither inherited his Formation skills nor his way of being a person."

Mr. Zhuang, who had been closing his eyes to rest, slowly opened his eyes, and softly sighed:

"The grace of the ancestors declines in the third generation, and is severed in the fifth."

Mo Hua asked in puzzlement, "Master, must it always be the third generation?"

"It’s just a general rule, but most of the time, it is a declining process from generation to generation."

Bai Zisheng muttered softly:

"Our Bai Family has been passed down for so many generations..."

The Bai Family had been passed down for many generations, and it was still very prosperous, not having declined in the third generation, nor cut off in the fifth.

But he felt that his words were like challenging his master, so he didn’t dare to speak loudly.

Mr. Zhuang responded with a gentle smile:

"The Bai Family has been passed down through many generations but didn’t sever because your Bai Family’s ancestors from one or two generations back, may not necessarily be dead..."

Bai Zixi was shocked to hear this, and both Mo Hua and Bai Zisheng’s mouths fell open.

If the first and second generations haven’t died, how many years have they lived?

Bai Zisheng exclaimed in disbelief,

"Tomb mounds have been built, the dead have been buried, spirit tablets have been erected, and offerings have been made, they can’t possibly be still alive..."

Mr. Zhuang said, teasing, "What, you really wish for your Bai Family’s ancestors to be dead?"

Bai Zisheng immediately covered his mouth.

This was not to be spoken casually.

It was alright to casually talk about other matters, but slandering the ancestors could get one a beating or confinement.

Still, he was very curious in his heart and secretly asked,

"They can’t really still be alive, can they...?"

Mr. Zhuang just smiled enigmatically and did not answer.

Bai Zisheng was filled with doubts in his heart.

Bai Zixi thought for a moment and then asked Mr. Zhuang,

"Master, why is it that some small families, after more than ten generations, aren’t considered prosperous but haven’t declined either?"

Small families like Bai Family, with ancestors who weren’t high in cultivation and didn’t live long, must have passed away after so many generations, but they remained stable, so it shouldn’t be considered "decline in the third and severance in the fifth."

Mr. Zhuang sighed and said:

"It’s not about how many generations a family has been passed down, but about the ancestral teachings and the family’s moral principles..."

"If the forebears are selfless, establishing meritorious deeds, and the descendants adhere to the ancestral teachings and maintain the family’s discipline, then it will naturally last for a long time."

"The third and fifth generations are actually just like one generation."

"If the descendants forget the ancestral teachings and the family’s discipline deteriorates, then relying only on the previous generation’s leftover benefits to bully and indulge in pleasures, the grace will fade after three generations, and after five, it will be severed."

"Take the Sun Family, for instance; their Old Ancestor was a benefactor to Thousand Families Town."

"But his descendants took advantage of these benefits to bully others and indulge themselves."

"On the surface, the Sun Family still looks glorious, adorned in silks and feasting elegantly, but if they don’t repent, the clan’s downfall is only a matter of time."

Mr. Zhuang seemed to recall something, feeling somewhat emotional as he said:

"For a family, having little wealth or a shortage of cultivators in succession may not necessarily lead to a decline..."

"It’s the degradation of family discipline that truly marks the beginning of its downfall."

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, upon hearing this, became solemn and nodded in agreement.

Being from a noble family, they had seen many varying sizes of clans and had a deep understanding.

Mo Hua, originating from a Loose Cultivator background, though not fully comprehending, still nodded along.

...

The carriage traveled leisurely, gradually leaving Thousand Families Town as Mo Hua looked back at the Spirit Field.

The Spirit Field was fertile and brimming with life.

The Thick Earth Formation operated silently, gently nourishing the land.

But who knew how long the Formation could run and how long the Spirit Field could remain fertile.

Bai Zixi followed Mo Hua’s gaze and frowned slightly, "The Sun Family won’t just let things be, will they?"

Such a fertile Spirit Field was like juicy meat by a wolf’s mouth.

Even if the Sun Family had a moment of conscience, it wouldn’t last long.

Eventually, they would not be able to resist salivating over it.

The Sun Family would be wary of Mo Hua, a Grade One Formation Master, but they wouldn’t fear these ordinary Spirit Farmers.

In the end, this Formation might still fall into the hands of the Sun Family.

However, Mo Hua looked at his Junior Sister with a smile and said,

"Don’t worry."

Bai Zixi was a bit puzzled.

Mo Hua just smiled again without speaking.

...

At this moment in East Mountain Village, Ding Dachuan went to the Elder to recount what had happened.

The Elder relieved, exclaimed, "It’s good that we could leave safely, we really owe it to that young gentleman."

Ding Dachuan nodded in agreement.

Then he turned his head and suddenly noticed Ding Miao drawing something on the ground, he couldn’t help but be startled and asked,

"Miao’er, what are you drawing?"

"Formation!" Miao’er said in a tender voice.

Ding Dachuan was taken aback, "Where did you get a Formation?"

Miao’er took out a book from close to him, "This was given to me by my brother, he told me to draw according to it and to teach others after I finished."

The high spirit in the Elder’s heart trembled, "Which brother?"

Miao’er pointed towards the Spirit Field, indicating the brother who had been Drawing Formations there.

"Can... I take a look at it?" asked the Elder, his voice trembling.

After pondering, Miao’er nodded.

The brother had said they could show it to their own, and the Elder was not an outsider.

The Elder took the Formation Book with trembling hands.

The Formation Book was compiled in simple and understandable terms; although he didn’t understand Formations, he could still grasp the gist.

It was an Earth Series Formation Book, containing various Earth Series Formations used in the Spirit Field.

The Formations progressed from simple to complex.

From simple Patterns that didn’t require much use of Divine Sense to the six-Pattern Cultivating Soil Formation, and finally a Grade One eleven-Pattern Thick Earth Ultimate Formation, everything was documented and detailed.

What level could learn what Formation, orderly and progressively deepening.

From enlightenment to mastery.

This was a complete book of Formation legacy, closely related to the Spirit Farmers.

With this Formation Book, even without relying on the Sun Family in the future, these Spirit Farmers might be able to draw their own Formations.

The Elder suddenly understood the meaning behind Mo Hua’s words, "One can only rely on oneself."

For a moment, the Elder’s emotions surged, his cloudy eyes filling with tears.

He was profoundly moved and filled with gratitude; despite his limited mobility, he solemnly turned towards the distant mountains and bowed deeply.

Around the distant mountains, mists twined.

Mo Hua’s carriage, growing more distant with each passing moment, disappeared amongst the layers of mountains.