Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

"So, Sun, when did you start building the underworld?"

Wang Chao asked. He wanted to find a reasonable excuse to decline when Sun Shisheng began construction.

Seeing that several people, including Chan Yinsha, were indifferent to the prospect of becoming the future ruler of the underworld, Sun Shisheng also felt helpless.

"Let's talk about it after the dimension of thunder has been refined."

"Once it has been refined, the vitality of each illusory realm will truly be born. By then, the souls from the Void Realm could descend in great numbers."

"As for the existence of the Void Realm, I still need to observe it for some time."

Wang Chao and the others also temporarily abandoned the thought of finding excuses.

However, the position of the ruler of the underworld—let whoever wants it take it, as they certainly wouldn't.

Even if it were Chan Yinsha, he would at most send a fragment of his mental self to preside over it, not going there in person...

...

Meanwhile.

In the historical fantasy realm where Su Jie was located.

"Squad leader, the mission has been completed perfectly!"

Chen Tian Yuzi returned with the villagers, bringing a new batch of villagers with him.

Su Jie and Liang Zhichao welcomed them on the open ground of the stronghold.

Unlike the villagers whose eyes sparkled with light, the new arrivals had only emptiness in their eyes, revealing a hint of numbness, timidity, and fear.

They feared becoming the stronghold's livestock.

Su Jie was accustomed to it and had someone take them for a bath, then fed them a warm meal, briefly introduced the stronghold's philosophy, and let them rest.

Newcomers needed time to adapt.

The spark of hope was growing brighter!

"Squad leader, what should we do next?" Liang Zhichao rubbed his hands, "Are we going to make a move on Goose City?"

"No!"

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Su Jie shook his head, "Goose City is for Zhang Muzhi to deal with. Our target is Zhang Muzhi."

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Our target is Zhang Muzhi?

Liang Zhichao didn't understand, "Are we going against Zhang Muzhi?"

That would lower our rating, wouldn't it?

After settling the villagers into their houses, Chen Tian Yuzi returned and just happened to hear Su Jie's words, incredulous, "Squad leader, have you degenerated?"

Su Jie said, "You all know the historical context of this era. Zhang Muzhi has his ideals and can stick to them, making him an excellent candidate."

Chen Tian Yuzi immediately understood, "What the squad leader means is, we will eventually leave this place, and we need someone to take over our duties."

"Exactly," Su Jie smiled.

Liang Zhichao frowned.

He felt that Su Jie was making a big fuss over a small matter.

"But this is just an illusory realm. Once we leave, everything will revert to its original state; it's just a piece of history and won't change because of our interference, as this isn't a parallel universe."

Su Jie's effort was completely wasted.

"Moreover, Zhang Muzhi has his own team. Although his brothers all have their own methods, they aren't really on the same path as Zhang Muzhi."

This wasn't just Liang Zhichao's observation; other classmates could see it too.

Especially the youngest Old Seven, whose attitude towards money was much more important than brotherly loyalty.

"This isn't just any illusory realm," Su Jie looked at the villagers whose eyes held hope, feeling they had gained something extra, "Moreover, Zhang Muzhi will accept it."

Liang Zhichao sighed and decided to accept that Su Jie wanted a higher score. Then he found an excuse to help the villagers tidy their rooms.

Zhang Manman just happened to come out from the stronghold and nodded at Liang Zhichao, walking over to Su Jie, saying, "Classmate Liang Zhichao and others are somewhat dissatisfied with your actions."

"I understand. After all, for them, everything in this illusionary realm is just like a vivid history book," Su Jie didn't mind.

At least some of the classmates were enjoying themselves, playing the roles currently assigned to them.

"Zhang Muzhi is buying us time," Zhang Manman brought up serious matters, "but when I went to Goose City this afternoon to gather information, I found that the city's people were all indignant, probably incited by Huang," she continued, "The commoners of this era are easily misled, and even those who are clear-headed will just go along with the flow."

"Our own family and friends despise us because we are no longer the oppressed poultry they are, but free bandits."

"They don't care about the truth; they listen to whatever others say."

Such was the case with commoners in this era.

Su Jie had foreseen this.

"How is Zhang Muzhi doing now?"

"He's training the two hundred death soldiers assigned to him by Huang," Zhang Manman reported, "It could probably buy us half a month's time."

Half a month, enough time for the spark to grow into a larger flame.

Su Jie was resolute, "Let's go, Zhang Manman. The next half month, we will be very busy."

Zhang Manman sighed, "(sigh) Although I know your thoughts and understand them, I still want to complain: I really don't see the point of this self-satisfaction."

Su Jie looked at the crescent moon in the night sky and said, "This isn't self-satisfaction but rather something very meaningful."

Zhang Manman looked at Su Jie seriously for a while, then said to Chen Tian Yuzi, who was a bit confused beside her, "Let's go, let's take action and let him bask in the moonlight alone."

Su Jie chuckled.

However, he wasn't just watching the night; he felt that something had truly changed in this world, becoming a bit more real...

Zhao Xinglong, as a teacher and having the authority over the illusion, recorded every student's actions and scored them.

But for Su Jie, he hesitated for the first time.

In his perception, after going to the Spring Full Building, Su Jie was exuding a mental will all over his body, with power surging within him, at a stage close to condensing the sacred embryo.

He was only a step away from fetal breath.

He had never seen a student make progress so quickly; it completely exceeded his expectations.

"Is he the same kind of character as Wang Chao?"

Zhao Xinglong sighed, "Such a monster doesn't need any special instruction from teachers. Just learning the basics is enough for him to extrapolate extensively. Plus, in this resource-rich era, it takes just a thought for a worm to transform into a dragon."

Pulling out Su Jie's score sheet, Zhao Xinglong for the first time gave a perfect score of 100.

The score for the class was calculated as Performance Score (60%) + Written Report Score (40%). Su Jie's Performance score alone was already beyond the passing mark.

"The timing of his operations has been a bit prolonged... Whatever, I'll just treat it as a holiday for myself," Zhao Xinglong thought about the illusion's time and shook his head, then remembered another matter, "Although Su Jie is a monster, I need to step up too. As a disciple of Chan Yinsha, it's quite embarrassing not to have broken through to fetal breath after 18 years."

In fact, Zhao Xinglong had been capable of breaking through to fetal breath long ago, but the Taixu Thunder Seal required accumulating a substantial amount of energy, which is why it took so long.

Moreover, the principal once said that the last 10% authority of the Taixu Illusory Realm would be given to the first Ming Lun student to break through to fetal breath.

Both he and Cao Jing, along with GOD and those Ming Lun students whose Mental Realm was about average, knew this. However, it was mainly those average students and teachers who were competing, not the two of them.

Even so, they were still waiting for others to break through to fetal breath.

Why?

Simply because they dared not sit at the same table as Sun Shisheng and others.

Although Sun Shisheng would welcome them, they didn't dare to sit with Chan Yinsha, their master, fearing it would be awkward.

And GOD?

He did want to break through, but over these past decades, he had mostly been recuperating, being the oldest among them.

Even though he looked young, his body's potential was not as good as Wang Chao's, or even theirs.

Furthermore, GOD was practicing the "Supreme Talisman Visualization" taught by Li Hansha.

Zhao Xinglong and Cao Jing also consulted this technique and discovered that it required fetal breath to practice.

GOD could practice it because Li Hansha was instructing him personally, and while the two of them could also ask for guidance, they couldn't always have him watching over them, could they?

Besides, the Taixu Thunder Seal and Taixu Wind Seal were enough for them to cultivate for a lifetime, and they could often listen to lectures given by Chan Yinsha, so they were not so attached to the Supreme Talisman Visualization.

"Su Jie, hurry up and break through to the fetal breath!"

Zhao Xinglong murmured, then looked at another student and scored a "63"...

...

In the blink of an eye, half a month had hurriedly passed.

Zhang Muzhi finally, under the fiery gaze of Huang, led a large group of people to set out, preparing to wipe out the "Red Bandits" near the Goose City.

In that half month, the people of Goose City were in a state of panic.

Because the scouts sent out had relayed back intelligence—"The hemp bandits burn, kill, and loot, committing all sorts of evil, wherever they have passed, the ground runs red with blood!"

Of course, this was slander.

The people under Su Jie would naturally not burn, kill, and loot.

But under the propaganda led by Huang, Su Jie and others gained the nickname "Red Bandits," virtually turning them into the epitome of evil.

"Zhang Mazai, I want you to go without return!"

Above the city gate, Huang waved amiably at the departing troops, yet he cursed bitterly in his heart, "Those two hundred death warriors will kill you along with them!"

Over this half month, he had played along with Zhang Muzhi, finding it utterly abhorrent at heart.

He had never been so hypocritical!

In the past, his malevolence was always overt; when had he ever needed... to cater to a fake county chief with a smile?

Ridiculous!

A massive joke!

Therefore, this time, he planned to be ruthless—on each of those two hundred death warriors was strapped a stick of dynamite, each one a human bomb.

This time, he didn't believe that the Red Bandits and the county chief could survive!

Victory would be his!

Zhang Muzhi, as if sensing something, turned and amiably waved at Huang, his lips moving silently as he said, "Wait for my return; the next bandit to be subdued will be you, Huang."

At that moment, without a telescope, Huang naturally couldn't see what Zhang Muzhi was saying, but he guessed it was likely a greeting, so he didn't take it seriously, still waving amiably and loudly wishing Zhang Muzhi a triumphant return.

"This Huang..."