NOVEL NEXT Chapter 273 Simulation: My Surname is Su
Who killed the six sons?
Huang, Sun Shouyi, the martial scholar, Hu Wan.
All four of them were already dead.
Huang too, in the explosion, was left without a complete body.
But Zhang Muzhi wasn't too happy, because he knew that the real culprits behind Little Six's death were not these men, but rather the onlookers enjoying the drama at the teahouse back then.
They were the real perpetrators!
Yet, could Zhang Muzhi blame their ignorance, their foolishness, their crude commoners?
Why were they ignorant?
When Zhang Muzhi looked back and saw that Su Jie and the others had disappeared, he had many questions, but didn't know who to talk to.
His brothers?
"Brother, we've decided to leave."
At that moment, his brothers came over to bid him farewell.
"You won't return to the mountain with me?"
"We are not returning."
"Then I wish you all the best on your journey."
Zhang Muzhi could only wish his brothers well.
In Goose City, the common folk were still transporting items from the bunker, every brick, every bit of cement, every needle and thread, leaving no stone unturned.
Zhang Muzhi didn't join in, but found a white horse, mounted it, left Goose City, came to the railway tracks, met his brothers and the newly joined Hua, boarded the train, singing songs and enjoying hotpot.
The train, pulled by eight white horses, slowly moved forward on the tracks.
Zhang Muzhi suddenly found this scene eerily familiar—
Among those sitting through the train window, were Tang and Ma Bangde.
Everything seemed unaltered.
Except, he was now alone.
"Hiss~"
The sound of a horse came from behind, and looking back, it was Su Jie.
"Would you like to come with me to the mountain?" Su Jie invited Zhang Muzhi.
"Then it would be a trouble to the big boss for accommodating me." Zhang Muzhi was overjoyed, dismounted the white horse, mounted the black horse prepared by Su Jie, and they headed to the mountain together.
"May I ask, are you really Sun Mingyi?" Zhang Muzhi inquired, "After all, in these times, names like 'Shou Ren' or 'Ming Yi,' are either of honest people, or traitors and lackeys."
Su Jie smiled gently, "My surname is Su, with a single name Jie."
....
The history lesson ended.
Su Jie and others logged out of the illusion realm, but Zhao Xinglong discovered that this illusion realm could only be entered and exited, no longer able to control the "progress bar" as before, seemingly becoming a real world.
"Is there a problem with the illusion realm?" Zhao Xinglong hurriedly reported the situation to his master.
"The torrent of history moves ever onward." Chan Yinsha's voice arose in Zhao Xinglong's mind, "In this illusion realm, real souls have already been born, and it cannot be manipulated as regular illusion realms, this is Ming Lun's respect for life."
Zhao Xinglong suddenly realized, then was shocked.
Real souls had been born in the illusion realm!
Was it because of Su Jie?
At this time, Su Jie had already started another lesson with classmates.
"If the illusion realm is not reset, can Zhang Muzhi manage the stronghold we left behind?" Zhang Manman asked.
"He can, he's the best choice," Su Jie smiled, "Even if the illusion realm is reset, they will always live in my heart."
In the blink of an eye, the morning passed.
Today's course ended.
Su Jie, at Ming Lun's official website store, bought lava fruits, took them to the hypnosis salon, and gave them to Zhang Tong.
After all, he had promised, and couldn't break his word.
Although it wasn't he who found the fruits, being able to buy them with money was also a skill, wasn't it? Uploaded by the M|V|L(EMPYR) team.
"You really didn't disappoint." Zhang Tong, who was also in the hypnosis salon, took Su Jie's lava fruit, elegant and gracious, with a hint of girlish mischief in her tone, "Thanks, little brother."
"No, thanks to Sister Tong, Jiang Wudao usually doesn't have time to bother me," Su Jie humbly said.
"What level has your vitality reached?" Zhang Tong curiously asked, "Just standing next to you, I can't help wanting to be close to you, because your body is too perfect, but it still hasn't reached the level of Sun Shisheng and others that would make me feel inferior."
Su Jie said, "49."
"Hmm, 49... how much?"
Zhang Tong's pupils dilated, incredibly incredulous.
"49," Su Jie repeated.
"So, have you entered into prenatal breath? Should I call you vice-principal?" Zhang Tong hadn't expected that a randomly chosen talent would possess such aptitude.
"Not entered prenatal breath, just vitality has reached 49," Su Jie explained briefly.
Yet, the explanation only made Zhang Tong cover her cherry lips—
Recalling nearly twenty years ago and comparing it with Wang Chao's situation, it seemed very similar to Su Jie's condition.
"Incredible," Zhang Tong exclaimed.
"Tong, why do you call me vice-principal?" Su Jie deflected.
"Right, you've recently entered the inner court of Ming Lun, so you're not aware of this," Zhang Tong said. "Sun Shisheng once mentioned that among the students of Ming Lun, if someone can break through the fetal breath and advance into the mixed yuan, they would be able to control one percent of the authority over the Taixu Illusory Realm."
Su Jie was astounded. "The principal actually uses that as a reward?"
How mystical the Taixu Illusory Realm is, need not be elaborated on.
Controlling even one percent of the authority would definitely rank someone among the high echelons of Ming Lun.
Zhang Tong continued, "The authority in the Taixu Illusory Realm is divided into ten parts; Sun Shisheng controls five of them, as he is the creator of the realm, while the remaining parts are divided among Wang Chao, Li Hansha, Chan Yinsha, and Tang Zichen, leaving the last one percent as a reward, thereby motivating the students of Ming Lun."
"Unfortunately, no one has advanced in eighteen years."
"The reasons are varied, including resources, cultivation techniques, and one's own mental realm, among others."
"Yet, you have given me hope."
Even in Zhang Tong's heart, a bold idea had formed—Sun Shisheng's final one percent authority was intended for Su Jie.
Such a grand figure, capable of capturing the aura of heaven and earth and inferring all kinds of information, could foresee such a future in Su Jie, which wasn't impossible.
Moreover, Zhang Tong had observed traits in Su Jie that were not much different from those of Wang Chao and Li Hansha.
Perhaps because she could often see their mental manifestations, she had a sensitive instinct, enabling her to detect the similarities between Su Jie, Wang Chao, and Li Hansha.
Su Jie said, "Though I feel I'm only a step away from the fetal breath, reaching it seems fraught with countless difficulties, though I have a slight clue."
The morning's history class was still fresh in his memory, fostering deeper insight, which elevated the true meaning in his martial arts.
Especially the spirit of "a rooster's crow brings light to the world," which had become even fierier and profound after experiencing the darkness of that era.
Zhang Tong, watching the almost divine Su Jie, was momentarily dazed; she then snapped out of it and smiled, saying, "Little brother, you're truly remarkable. I was almost led astray."
"I apologize," Su Jie said. "Though I can perfectly control my own strength, my vital energy is ultimately too strong. Even my basic movements affect those around me."
"That's normal. For those with strong life forces, their life magnetic fields are also potent; every action can passively influence living beings around them. Only upon reaching the fetal breath can one truly control the life magnetic field," remarked Zhang Tong. While she wasn't at the fetal breath herself, she still had substantial insights into it, naturally understanding some secrets from regularly conversing with the mental manifestations of Sun Shisheng and others.
Where the immortals reside, is the Immortal Realm.
Where Buddha establishes, becomes the Buddhist Realm.
Where the sacred stand, is known as the Divine Kingdom.
And for those with strong vital energy, surpassing ten in their range, they can affect others and cause unusual phenomena.
Logically, exceeding ten in vital energy signifies the fetal breath level; however, Su Jie is abnormal, his vitality reaching forty-nine but still short of reaching the fetal breath, which indeed surprises many.
"It seems I should reduce going out before reaching the fetal breath," Su Jie joked with a self-deprecating laugh. "I may not be able to keep my job here as a hypnotist in the future."
Zhang Tong did not insist on his staying, merely expressing regret, "There's no helping it. You can control your own power, but without the requisite mental realm, you can't control your life magnetic field, which significantly affects the environment and the living creatures within it."
"Even though the life magnetic field you emit is greatly beneficial to people, in a sense, ordinary people are also passively receiving your gifts, and they may well be influenced by your ideologies in the future."
"And as Ming Lun promotes thought independence, regardless of whether the influence of the life magnetic field is good or bad, it must be eliminated, otherwise, it will turn into brainwashing education."
Su Jie bid farewell to Zhang Tong and returned to the inner court of Ming Lun Martial School.
Only there could the influence of his life magnetic field be minimized to the greatest extent.
"Now, I do have more time to go to Primordial Star," he mused.
Primordial Star.
Upon arriving, Su Jie saw figures like Wu Xuan, You Chao, You Nong, and others kneeling before him, the powerful telepathy letting him sense the destruction of the crops.
To think, the harvest was just a few days away!
"What has happened?" Su Jie asked sternly.
"Great Divine Envoy!"
Wu Xuan prostrated himself, lamenting, "In the woods, an Evil God lurks, spitting flames, burning all the crops wherever it goes!"
"Moreover, it has threatened that if we don't provide enough food in three days, it will consume us."
"Now, our whole tribe can only rely on you!"
Looking at the hopeful eyes of these people, Su Jie slowly nodded and asked, "Where did this Evil God go?"
"Over there!"
Wu Xuan pointed in one direction.
Su Jie looked towards it; it was the entrance to the jungle, but the surrounding trees had collapsed, leaving only a deep track that emitted a fear-inducing chill.
Su Jie leaped into the air, flying towards the cave.
"The Divine Envoy can fly!"
You Chao exclaimed.
"Could it be, the Divine Envoy, is a god!"
Wu Xuan's heart quivered, bowing again with sincere veneration.
At this moment, Su Jie disregarded the chirping of insects and birds in the woods, already following the path carved by the Evil God to reach its lair.
Here was a vast mud pit.
In the mud, hundreds of fanged pigs rolled and frolicked; Su Jie's gaze landed on the largest one in the center.
Unquestionably, that was the King of the Fanged Pigs!
"Human?"
"Evil God?"