Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

"Village chief, it's terrible, our food is being ravaged by wild beasts!"

Gou Er, carrying a hoe, led a large group of farmers who had been hoeing in the fields to complain to Su Jie: "It's an ancient beast from these barren mountains, not particular about its food. Before you came, it had eaten people!"

"My son was dragged away by that ancient beast!" Another farmer cried out with bloodshot eyes to Su Jie.

"Let's go, we'll take a look."

Su Jie led the group of farmers towards the farmland.

The farmland was located next to the pond, where the surrounding trees had already been cleared, and after plowing and removing the smaller stones from the ground, it became quite a good piece of tillable land.

Half a month ago, Su Jie had captured a fierce beast similar to a crocodile living in the pond, allowing the farmers to cultivate the land here with peace of mind. Now the fields were already lush.

However, in the fields now, a creature resembling a giant elephant was using its long trunk to pull up the green seedlings and stuff them into its mouth, chewing with glee.

Seeing Su Jie and the others approach, the creature was not afraid and continued to eat at its leisure.

This ancient beast was known as the Armor Elephant.

It was very similar to Earth's elephants, but its body was enormous, standing seven meters tall with armor-like plates on its back and waist similar to those of watermelon bugs, two long tusks that pierced the sky, and a trunk like a divine whip that could create a gust of wind with a casual swing.

A mere touch from it could cause injury, a knock could result in death!

"Village chief, it's that one!" Gou Er pointed at the Armor Elephant fearfully. "It can eat people! And now it's spoiling our food!"

Su Jie picked up a stone from the ground and flicked it with a flick of his finger.

Whoosh!

All anyone saw was a streak of light flash by, and then there was a small hole in the center of the Armor Elephant's forehead, from which red blood trickled out. The beast's body stiffened and it fell to the ground.

"It's dead!"

The bolder Gou Er went to check and discovered that the Armor Elephant's eyes had turned white; indeed, it was dead!

"Village chief, you're amazing!"

Gou Er and the others offered their compliments.

"I'll teach you all later. For now, take this Armor Elephant back to use as your reserve food," Su Jie ordered. "From now on, you must obtain your food yourselves."

"We will never forget the great kindness and debt we owe you, village chief!" Gou Er declared solemnly.

"Don't talk about debts and gratitude, I simply believe that as humans, you should have a semblance of humanity," Su Jie said with a light smile.

"If not for the village chief, we would all have become ghosts. You saved us from a ghostly fate, returning us to the path of the living, and let us become human again," said Gou Er. "If I were to forget such kindness, could I still call myself human?"

The people cheered, carrying the Armor Elephant back to the village. They started to skin and dismember it, setting aside the finest portion of the heart and liver for Su Jie, while the rest was shared among everyone else in the chief's household.

The Armor Elephant meat was distributed according to each person's labor input.

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Su Jie gave the heart and liver of the Armor Elephant to Meng Xiaolan. "This stuff is rich in Qi-Blood, and it'll be good for your cultivation. I don't need it, and it would be a waste for me to eat it," he said.

Meng Xiaolan wasn't shy about accepting: "Thanks."

After cleaning the blood meticulously from the heart and liver, Meng Xiaolan and her maidservant started a fire to cook. She had learned various survival skills over these days and had no problem starting a fire.

"You're really not eating?"

"It's of no use to me," Su Jie shook his head, then, as if sensing something, added, "I'm going to step out for a bit, an acquaintance of mine has arrived."

"An acquaintance? Is it Jiang Wudao and his people?" Meng Xiaolan asked.

"No, someone who temporarily left our main group," Su Jie responded and then headed outside the village, intercepting Meng Yunfeng who was flying on his sword three miles away.

"You're injured?"

Upon seeing Meng Yunfeng for the first time, Su Jie immediately sensed his unstable aura.

"It's embarrassing to say..." Meng Yunfeng recounted his situation to Su Jie, "how do you see me now, do you think I'm a spy from the Cultivation World?"

Instead of answering, Su Jie asked him a question, "Do you consider yourself an Earthling or someone from the Cultivation World?"

"An Earthling."

Meng Yunfeng answered without hesitation.

He had gone to Earth at the age of three, and his memories of the Cultivation World were already vague. Moreover, in this world, he had no friends at all; even his own father, for a minuscule amount of pride, could kill him.

There was no loss in leaving the Cultivation World!

A spy!

From today on, I'll be a spy within the Cultivation World!

"You went to the Tao Demon Alliance and spent three months there. How come you're back so quickly? And you're injured, too. Shouldn't you have come back after at least six months?" Su Jie asked.

"I used a fleeing talisman with the power to cover vast distances in a single step," Meng Yunfeng took out a palm-sized jade with peculiar runes sketched on it. "This is it."

"Why didn't you use it before you left? We wouldn't have discovered it," Su Jie wondered.

"I went to Earth when I was three and didn't return since. It took some time to ask for directions," Meng Yunfeng replied with an embarrassed smile, feeling a bit awkward.

After all, the Cultivation World was his birthplace. To return and need to ask for directions was embarrassing, wasn't it?

"Speaking of which, you don't look down on me because you think I'm a betrayer to our world or our dimension, do you?" Meng Yunfeng suddenly worried about Su Jie's opinion of him, feeling that Su Jie might despise him.

"No, you're from Earth, and you just made the right choice," Su Jie gently shook his head, "But where is your aloof personality?"

Meng Yunfeng sighed, "Once I realized I wasn't on the same path as the Cultivation World, the burden in my heart seemed to dissipate. Naturally, I didn't have to tread on thin ice anymore, fearing that one wrong step would lead to eternal doom."

Being an undercover agent, one always has a sense of repression, fearing exposure.

But now that he had admitted to being an undercover agent, he felt relieved at heart. He had freed himself from that mental bondage and was a step closer to the Embryonic Breathing Realm.

He estimated that once he healed and accumulated enough energy, he could combine his thoughts with it, condense the holy embryo, and break through into the Embryonic Breathing Realm.

It was a blessing in disguise, after all.

"Why are you in these barren mountains? Where are Jiang Wudao and the others?" Meng Yunfeng asked. "What has happened in the past three months?"

"Nothing much, we just temporarily split up. As you said, staying together would make us too obvious a target," Su Jie explained a bit about the reason.

Meng Yunfeng was silent for a moment before he continued, "So what are you doing now? I can sense that there are people within three miles."

Su Jie shared his thoughts with Meng Yunfeng.

"A revolution?!" Meng Yunfeng exclaimed. He understood the meaning of the word and therefore found Su Jie's thinking somewhat unrealistic, "This place is different from Earth!"

Not to mention the vast scope of the Cultivation World, which far exceeds the size of the solar system, just instigating an uprising among common folk would be extremely difficult.

The Cultivation World has a long history, but peasant uprisings have been few and far between.

Because of the existence of Transcendents!

Even though secular dynasties were not Cultivation sects, they still had their own strong individuals, plenty in the Stable Realm, and even some in the Embryonic Breathing Realm, although they lacked magical treasures and their overall strength wasn't on par with Cultivators.

Nevertheless, secular dynasties could still crush ordinary peasant uprisings with overwhelming force!

Over time, common people planted the seed in their hearts that it was better to die of starvation than to rebel, and they advised their descendants not to rise against the royalty.

This world was a paradise for the powerful. Ordinary people who were alive should be grateful and obligated to the powerful.

Nowadays, even if life was miserable, the farmers would not dare to rebel.

Therefore, Meng Yunfeng believed that Su Jie might be acting on incorrect intelligence and had wasted nearly three months on a fruitless endeavor.

"It's not too late to give up now."

However, Su Jie just laughed at Meng Yunfeng's well-intentioned advice, "I know my limits, and I only want to make their lives a little better, nothing more."

Meng Yunfeng, feeling helpless, said, "Okay, okay, as you wish. But don't forget the mission the principal gave us is to break through into the Embryonic Breathing Realm. You remember that, right?"

"Of course I remember, but in my view, this is my path of spiritual transformation," Su Jie said with determination in his eyes.

"An idealist," Meng Yunfeng revealed a touch of respect in his eyes, "People like you always inspire admiration but are often kept at arm's length."

The majority of people are egotists, only considering their own interests rather than the collective's.

Those who sacrifice for others are often loudly ridiculed by these self-serving individuals.

In truth, social development relies on that less than one in ten thousand idealists, not those who laugh at hearing the Dao and claim that it's unworthy of being the Way.

Yet, even the students of the inner court of Ming Lun were just more principled than everyday people. Someone like Su Jie was rare.

Bringing Meng Yunfeng back to the village, Su Jie introduced him to Meng Xiaolan, "This is Meng Yunfeng, and he may actually be your kinsman."

"You share the surname Meng?" Meng Xiaolan, who was eating roasted meat, looked curiously at Meng Yunfeng, whose pale complexion suggested overindulgence, and asked.

"Miss Meng, may I know where you are from?" Meng Yunfeng inquired.

"From the Meng Family of White Cloud City. Generations of merchants. Do you know of it?" Meng Xiaolan raised an eyebrow, "Are you also a scion of the Meng Family?"

"No, we just share the last name," Meng Yunfeng replied unperturbed, but secretly he sent a voice transmission to Su Jie, "She's not from the Meng Family of the Cultivation World. She must be just an ordinary wealthy family member with the surname Meng, unrelated to the Mengs of the Cultivation World."

The Meng Family was a major family within the Cultivation World.

Besides the Hierarch of the Tao Demon Alliance, other branches were all Cultivators from a family of Cultivators; they would not engage in secular commerce, others handled that for them.

After all, what one needed to cultivate in this world wasn't the spiritual roots of fantasy novels. As long as one's spirit could enter tranquility, they could cultivate. It was merely a matter of different growing environments, experiences, personalities, and moral outlooks, which led to different understandings of cultivation and thus varying paces of progress.

Beyond that, it was just a matter of law, companions, wealth, and land.

Therefore, every member of the Meng Family practiced cultivation.

"In this world, anyone with a sound mind has the qualifications to cultivate. It's just that there must always be some to work the lower layers, allowing those above to enjoy," Meng Yunfeng saw through it all. "This is no different on Earth than in the Cultivation World, but on Earth, Ming Lun provided the 'lower class' with dignity and various welfare guarantees."

"What I aim to do is to grant the multitudes the right to reclaim their dignity," Su Jie declared, watching the setting sun, each word deliberate.