Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

Logically speaking, Sun Shisheng shouldn't have gotten involved, but Su Jie's actions were truly beyond ordinary expectations, so much so that Sun Shisheng was a bit curious to see the outcome.

For this reason, this spark of interest naturally couldn't be extinguished immediately.

As for the other students, Sun Shisheng naturally took an interest—

Feng Yuxuan and Jiang Wudao found a small sect, took it over by ousting the original occupants, and became the elders, leading a group of disciples in the deep sleep stage of their cultivation.

Feng Qianzang and Feng Hengyi established a trading company, started to interact with various small factions, and prepared for exchange and cooperation.

Du Ziteng and Ye Fan truly enjoyed their travels, like immortals descended to the mortal realm.

Teng Qingshan and Li Ziming disguised their cultivation levels, altered their appearances, restructured their bones, and dressed as children, joining a sect along with a group of children ready to apprentice themselves to learn arts.

Luo Xiang and Wang Wei stayed within Kun Country, preparing for the imperial examinations to join the bureaucratic system of Kun Country.

During this time, they had learned the language and history of Kun Country, and naturally, the imperial examinations were no obstacle for them, as they had already achieved top honors in both civil and military categories.

However, both of them had caught the eye of the two princesses of Kun Country who desired their father, the Emperor of Kun, to grant them marriages. The emperor was currently considering this.

"Each life, each with its differences."

In the end, Sun Shisheng's attention still went back to Su Jie—

At this moment, Meng Xiaolan looked at a large pile of books in front of her, fretting, "Su Jie, how did you take these out? And this text, is it the script from your Minglun Country?"

The Chinese characters had fewer strokes than those of Kun Country's script, which made them hard to understand at first glance for Meng Xiaolan. But, based on their squared appearance, she could guess the meaning of about seven or eight words.

After all, being hieroglyphics, one could roughly guess them.

Now, although she had learned the common characters, faced with so many books, she suddenly felt that she might have entered a point of no return.

"To achieve extraordinary feats, you need more than just extraordinary means. First and foremost, your foundation must be solid; otherwise, you'll only be talking big," Su Jie patted the thick "Five Thousand Years of China," "Those who lead beings to the pinnacle of existence never lack learning. There's still much you need to study."

Meng Xiaolan blinked, "But I want to win without effort."

Su Jie chuckled, "Women, too, should learn to rely on themselves, not on men. Only when both parties have relatively equal rights and capabilities can there be equally valid perspectives."

Meng Xiaolan was speechless.

Hailing from a merchant family, she was quite open-minded and could embrace new things. If it were another sheltered lady, even if she understood that what Su Jie said was true, she would not act on it, for they would not want to welcome new things, making them adversaries with the whole world.

That requires courage.

Fortunately, Meng Xiaolan dared to run away from home and could support herself and her maid, Xiao Huan, through her own abilities. Clearly, she was willing to accept new ideas and initiate experimental actions.

"You're right," Meng Xiaolan calmed herself, picked up the "Five Thousand Years of China," and peeked inside, somewhat surprised, "Is your Minglun Country so small? It's not even as big as a small country's capital."

This book, compiled by Su Jie based on the geography of the Cultivation World, surprised Meng Xiaolan right from the first page, which detailed the area of the Central Plains.

The territory of a kingdom could indeed be that small—a smaller county within Kun Country could be comparable to much of the territory populated by the kingdom.

"Minglun is just a school within the country," Su Jie corrected Meng Xiaolan, then added, "As for your remark about the small territorial size, do you realize that each city within Kun Country is self-governing? They only nominally submit to the capital of Kun Country, which is essentially like having multiple small kingdoms, isn't it?"

Meng Xiaolan pondered, "Indeed, the control is insufficient. Unless close to the capital of Kun Country, every city lord is akin to an emperor."

As she continued reading, Meng Xiaolan developed a deeper feeling for the land of Huaxia—the dynastic changes were too frequent, almost every two hundred years.

But what shocked her the most was that the local peasants dared to rebel repeatedly, even just after a new dynasty was established.

Was it ignorance that brought fearlessness?

Or was it that the local peasants were inherently rebellious?

Only after quickly browsing through did Meng Xiaolan form a more complete thought—when the emperor made it impossible for the locals to live, the locals wouldn't bother with the emperor, nor even the local officials.

However, she also noticed a problem—that in this kingdom called "Huaxia," amidst the dynastic changes, there were no powerful warriors who could fend off thousands single-handedly; victories were dependent on various strategies that were surprising, turning defeats into victories.

This was the wisdom of military tactics, using the weak to defeat the strong.

Only when a concept called science deeply penetrated people's hearts and led to the development of technology, possessing vast destructive capabilities, did the form of warfare begin to change from military tactics to coverage by firepower.

When technology emerged, the form of warfare completely changed. It was no longer warriors personally entering the battlefield for real combat, but rather using missiles and fighter jets to bomb first, then driving tanks and armored vehicles to clear the battlefield.

"Science, technology!"

Meng Xiaolan's eyes brightened, "Su Jie, are cultivators also scientists?"

"Different systems, but integrating it into science isn't out of the question,"

Su Jie nodded lightly, "Anything that can be explored, discovered, organized, summarized, and can form a complete basic theory, is indeed the concept of scientific exploration."

"At present, our country is researching how to breakthrough deep sleep and meditation systematically, and although the results are almost nonexistent, there has been a little progress, especially at Minglun Martial School, which has developed a more systematic training method. Those who graduate have mental cultivation far surpassing ordinary people."

Minglun!

Su Jie had mentioned this term several times, prompting Meng Xiaolan to consider infinite possibilities, yearningly asking, "Can both men and women enroll to study?"

"Yes," Su Jie replied definitively, "Everyone has a chance, as long as they have perseverance, plus a bit of insight."

"A wonderful world." Meng Xiaolan expressed her boundless yearning.

"So, what is your goal?"

Su Jie looked directly at Meng Xiaolan, "To become an empress? Or to lead everyone to live a life like the citizens of Huaxia?" Rеаd аhеаd аnd gеt updаtеs by visiting М^VLЕМРYR.

"I naturally have grand ambitions." Meng Xiaolan stated emphatically, but her eyes lacked confidence, as she was just an ordinary woman after all.

"Be confident, who isn't born ordinary?" Su Jie consoled, "That great man who pioneered the path was also just an ordinary person. At birth, there was no sign of purple qi approaching from the east, no gathering of dragons and tigers, just an ordinary civilian, but his thoughts broke free from the shackles of feudalism."

"Feudalism... Having an emperor means backward feudalism?" Meng Xiaolan sighed, "I somewhat understand now. A dynasty lasting thousands or millions of years not changing might not be because the dynasty is stable, or because the dynasty is powerful, but perhaps because something caused the people's thoughts to be bound, always toiling for food and clothing, yet not knowing why they toil, simply attributing it to bad fate."

A mere "bad fate" suffocates all the creativity of the common people, causing them to lose their creativity and continue treading the same old paths as their ancestors, existing confusedly with just a little hope, merely continuing their lineage and nothing more.

Everyone possesses intelligence; it should not be so buried!

Or even domesticated!

Meng Xiaolan understood the tragedies she had witnessed along her journey.

All of it!

Was the feudal dynasty binding the thoughts of the people!

"But, do I really have such determination?"

Meng Xiaolan questioned herself, hesitating, doubting, and even retreating.

Competing with a dynasty that has existed for thousands of years, and revitalizing people with new thoughts, was completely—

"Making an enemy of the entire world!"

She trembled!

Fear?

Excitement?

She didn't know, but understood if she saw the truth and did not pursue it, did not diligently practice it, then her life would remain just so—muddled, silently arriving in this world, silently departing, perhaps remembered by descendants for three or four generations, then completely forgotten.

"Exactly, are you prepared to make an enemy of the entire world?" Su Jie said each word distinctly, piercing right into Meng Xiaolan's spirit.

"Of course!"

Meng Xiaolan's eyes gradually became resolute.

In the prime of life, how could she waste her time? How could she speak of love?

Glancing at Su Jie, Meng Xiaolan privately thought, "Hmm, the second option might be possible."

"So—" Su Jie once again brought out a pile of books, "You still have much to learn."

"Oh no!" Meng Xiaolan looked towards Xiao Huan with pleading eyes.

Xiao Huan covered her mouth, shrugged her shoulders, spread her hands, indicating: Miss, there's nothing I can do about it.

"Xiao Huan, you should study too, since your miss is working so hard, how can you not strive?" Su Jie saw Xiao Huan's mischievous smile and called her over as well.

"Sir, I am but a maid," Xiao Huan trembled, looking at the stack of books as large as a third party, despair in her eyes.

"What maid? From now on, you're Meng Xiaolan's classmate, and you are equals in dignity. As for any private master-servant games you want to play, I don't oppose them, but in class, you shall refer to each other as classmates," Su Jie said sternly.

"Xiao Huan, I have never treated you like a maid, so listen to Su Jie. From now on, I'll call you classmate Xiao Huan," Meng Xiaolan said cheerfully.

Having a companion in her studies naturally pleased her.

"Xiaolan... Classmate," Xiao Huan stammered, but her eyes were moved because she was no longer a servant, but a classmate, the miss's classmate!

"However, to learn quickly, your mental realm needs to keep up, so in teaching, I will also educate you in mental cultivation, trying to combine cultivation with learning," Su Jie's smile was like that of a devil from hell, "You must work hard!"