Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

"Exaggerating a bit, if the Umbrella Corporation actually developed the T-virus, they might really become a protective umbrella," Zhang Manman said, jokingly.

Su Jie asked, "So, what do you want to test about the Umbrella Corporation?"

"Do you know what the cooperation between the Zhang Group and the Umbrella Corporation involves?" Zhang Manman replied.

"Not sure, but it must be a shady deal," Su Jie conservatively estimated, also respecting Zhang Manman's dignity.

"Don't worry about me; after all, I'm relatively independent," Zhang Manman said, holding the steering wheel with one hand and stroking her bangs with the other, her gaze clear. "The collaboration involves researching genetic medicine, with the Zhang Group funding it ... only recently, the Umbrella Corporation's appetite has grown, but the outcomes have been minimal."

In fact, the so-called matchmaking subject for Zhang Manman was a young man from the Umbrella Corporation.

"I think the Zhang Group should sever ties sooner rather than later," Su Jie advised, "Does Ming Lun really not know about the Umbrella Corporation's actions?"

Taixu Illusory Realm was created by Principal Ming Lun. Earthly matters could hardly be hidden from him.

The Umbrella Corporation could only thrive because it operated overseas.

Although there is now Earth's integration, forming an international organization led by the Orient, nations remained sovereign. No matter how powerful, Ming Lun was just a martial arts school in China.

They had the power to intervene, but would not act.

Hegemony, strong-arm politics, were always disdained by Ming Lun.

Yet, regarding the darkness, Ming Lun would not sit idly by; they wouldn't act now only because the Umbrella Corporation hadn't crossed the line, affecting the Chinese territories.

Once crossed, what awaited the Umbrella Corporation would be a thunderous strike. Any corporations associated with it would be implicated, and nobody could withstand the true wrath of Ming Lun.

"It's precisely because of this that I need you to come over," Zhang Manman said with a sly twinkle in her eye. "Cooling down the relationship between the Zhang Group and the Umbrella Corporation to absolute zero is truly the best option."

"Suddenly, I feel like you've tricked me," Su Jie shook his head helplessly, yet he did not regret his decision, instead, he wanted to see this so-called Umbrella Corporation.

"We're here."

As they spoke, Zhang Manman slowly pressed the brake, decelerated, then pressed the clutch and shifted to second gear, moving forward at fifteen mph.

Su Jie looked through the front windshield and saw birch trees on both sides, the ground paved with asphalt, a large iron gate ahead, and black walls on both sides, with two tall security guards standing at the gate entrance.

Upon seeing the number plate of the van, the guards became solemn, opened the gate, and let the vehicle slowly drive in.

Entering the gate, there was flat grassland on both sides where eight black, yellow, and white Chinese rural pups were playing; all tender younglings, quite adorable.

Seeing the van, the eight puppies ran over, barking and wagging their tails, following by the side.

Zhang Manman didn't mind and continued driving, entering the garage at the back of the castle-like mansion.

There were various cars inside, Bentley, Rolls-Royce, Pagani, Lamborghini, Aston Martin, and McLaren.

In comparison, Zhang Manman's Wuling Hongguang stood out strikingly.

Getting out of the car, Zhang Manman picked up a black puppy and stroked it: "Bai, are you being good?"

"Woof."

The black puppy stuck out its tongue and barked.

Su Jie looked at the seven little rural dogs at his feet and asked, "Do you like Chinese rural dogs? They look cute as puppies, but when they grow up, it's a completely different story; you could only call them 'ugly cute.'"

Zhang Manman put down the little black puppy she was holding and replied, "As long as they don't turn out to be a household wrecker like a Husky, it's fine."

The two then walked from the backyard to the front door.

Zhang Manman took out a key from her trouser pocket, inserted it into the lock, and with a click, opened the ancient bronze door. Thank you for reading. This was brought to you by M|V|L*EMPYR.

The view opened up to a spacious living room.

In each corner stood columns of white marble, the surrounding walls all carved from white stone bricks, gold roses blooming seductively among the white stones, and large red curtains fluttering in the breeze.

A black marble floor, tiles shining like mirrors, a luxurious chandelier with hanging crystals, a pure black sandalwood table made of glass near the staircase, with imported branded cushioned chairs beside it, and a beautifully detailed bookshelf nearby.

The entire room was almost indescribable.

Luxurious!

"Decay of capital!"

Su Jie said jokingly to Zhang Manman.

Zhang Manman gave Su Jie a glance and led him through the extravagantly luxurious hall.

The intricate chandeliers emitted a cold light, and the tall walls cast somewhat dim shadows on the soft carpet, making Su Jie feel as if he were in an ancient castle.

"This atmosphere usually belongs to some villain's castle," Su Jie joked.

"You really have a wild imagination," Zhang Manman said dryly, "It's just that the lights are off. Did you think the lights in the villa are on at all times? Even if we're not worried about the electricity bill, keeping them on continuously would wear out the fixtures, and a short circuit would be troublesome."

"I was just teasing, no need to take it seriously," Su Jie studied Zhang Manman closely and said, "You seem overly apprehensive. Is it because you're worried about meeting your father?"

Zhang Manman said, "My father is quite a strict man."

They reached the door of the study.

Raised her hand.

Knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong!"

Zhang Manman whispered to Su Jie, "At this time, my father is usually reading in the study or practicing martial arts."

"Practicing martial arts in the study?" Su Jie laughed, "It seems your father really loves books."

"No, it's just that desks and bookshelves are placed on both sides of the training room," Zhang Manman explained briefly.

"Come in."

A steady and powerful voice came from inside the study.

Turning the doorknob, Zhang Manman entered the study.

Inside, the floor was covered with smooth wooden planks, one side displayed various weapons—there were knives, swords, and long spears, and bookshelves were arranged on both sides.

On the other side, there was a desk, and a white canvas hung on the wall with a large "Martial" character written on it.

In front of the desk, a middle-aged man was holding a brush, writing something on the desk.

Su Jie, with sharp eyes, saw what he was writing—a poem—

Sleep, immortal, sleep, immortal, lying on a high stone bed forgetting the years, all three lights desolate and nature becomes whole.

Breath returns to the mysterious orifice, exhale follows nature's course.

Do not scatter or wander, you must remain tranquil.

Nourish and achieve the true nature, wait for the bloom of lead.

Do not stray, guard against idleness; true duration lies in balance.

Operate the seven returns, it's not difficult; refine the nine returns, why lament?

Watch the battle of dragon and tiger silently, subtly reversing yin and yang.

People call me a deluded man, but I sleep yet have not slept.

Once mastered, true meditative slumber.

Once cultivated, true embryonic essence.

The lying dragon ascends instantly upon awakening.

This hibernation method, who has passed it down?

The unkempt Taoist, Zhang Fengxian.

This poem, written by Zhang Sanfeng, discards those mystically profound descriptions and speaks of his own spiritual cultivation reaching the realm of the "Unity of Heaven and Man."