Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

A day's plan lies in the morning.

Roused by Su Jie's call, Meng Xiaolan and Xiao Huan rose early and began their morning exercise.

Both held books in their hands, reciting aloud, yet they were not sitting indoors, but instead, under the lead of Su Jie, were running around the entire village.

To know, this was a village of several hundred thousand people; one circuit was nearly a thousand miles long.

Yet, the two were not only running but also reading, all the while minding the pebbles underfoot to prevent a fall, multitasking.

Logically speaking, one could not truly absorb what they read in such a manner.

But because Su Jie was there, who himself was a tremendous field of radiation, constantly exuding an aura that brought tranquility to the mind, the two were able to complete such training.

Ordinary people certainly didn't have this condition and couldn't imitate it.

After one circuit, the pair were only slightly fatigued, and they had already memorized the contents of the books fully.

"Cultivation is truly not easy," Meng Xiaolan said breathlessly, drinking the Milky Beast's milk and licking her white-rimmed lips, eating giant elephant meat, and rubbing her stomach, "Also, when do we get to have rice? I'm sick of eating meat all the time."

Xiao Huan pouted, "Miss, be content. When we were outside before, we couldn't eat meat every day."

Meng Xiaolan replied, "But I just want to eat rice, plain white rice!"

Xiao Huan comforted, "The crops we planted should be ready for harvest soon, just wait a little longer."

Meng Xiaolan gnawed viciously on the meat. Noticing Su Jie meditating with eyes closed, abstaining from worldly sustenance, she approached and asked, "Su Jie, don't you need to eat? I notice you usually eat quite little?"

Xiao Huan immediately pulled Meng Xiaolan back, "Master might be cultivating. Miss, calling out like this might cause him to deviate and become possessed!"

Be at ease, I will not deviate and become possessed. Orthodox cultivation has never had such a thing as deviating and becoming possessed, even if one's meditation is interrupted, it merely pauses the cultivation," Su Jie opened his eyes, "If a cultivator deviates during their practice, it only means that their Mental Realm is lacking, highly susceptible to external disturbances, straying off course, or they are practicing heretical methods, which naturally brings danger."

"I see!" Meng Xiaolan said, suddenly understanding, then she continued to ask, "So, can you tell me if Lord Heaven truly exists?"

"It does exist and considers humans as crops," Su Jie explained the nature of heavenly intent and its objectives, "This world is a Semi-Dimension; the heavenly intent is of the saintly tier. Once this entire Semi-Dimension evolves into a complete dimension, the heavenly intent will become a true god, and the entire dimension will become a divine kingdom."

This was insider information that Su Jie learned from Meng Yunfeng.

"A divine kingdom?" Meng Xiaolan was puzzled.

"Within a divine kingdom, all beings enjoy great bliss, and all beings are equal," Su Jie stated plainly.

"Isn't that wonderful?" asked Meng Xiaolan with a mixture of surprise and doubt.

"Do you know what a cultivator does when they reach the saintly tier?" Su Jie questioned her.

"Do what?" Meng Xiaolan aspired towards the saintly realm and was curious about the distinctions in cultivation that Su Jie spoke of.

"They recruit followers and compete with heavenly intent for nourishment," Su Jie said with utmost seriousness, "and that nourishment is human souls! After people die, going to heaven or hell means the same thing—it's being refined by heavenly intent, never to be reborn; while saints recruit followers, not only seeking the insubstantial faith but more so the devout souls of the followers after death."

Meng Xiaolan shivered.

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Heaven feeds on humans! Humans also feed on humans!

Can this world not be normal for once?

"Therefore, in the future, what we have to oppose is not just the overthrow of the old dynasty's imperial rule, but also the overthrow of heavenly intent."

"There's a saying: 'Heaven creates all things to sustain man, and man has nothing with which to repay heaven.'

"But if heaven merely regards people as crops, then it's no grace at all. Ming Lun once taught that sentient beings with intellect should never be treated as crops."

"When wisdom is herded, it is a mistake!"

"This definition, though it reflects Ming Lun's arrogance, is an arrogance that I find delightful!"

Meng Xiaolan felt her brain turn into a muddle.

The will of Heaven turned out to be soul-devouring devils!

Lord of Heaven?

More like Heavenly Demon!

"So you're saying that whether it's the will of Heaven or the saints, they are all targets we need to confront?" Meng Xiaolan clenched her fists, "Confront an Immortal?"

"No wonder you call yourself a human······"

"But I like it!"

To be human is to rise to the challenge!

Those cultivators who are high above, indifferent to the suffering of the mortal world, only thinking of harvesting ordinary souls, are not Immortals, but monsters! Soul-eating monsters!

At that moment, Meng Xiaolan underwent a spiritual transformation!

Crimson flames seemed to ignite deep within her soul, gradually illuminating her entire Mental Realm!

Meanwhile.

In Linghua City.

Within the grand and imposing residence of the City Lord, Liu Tianlang, listening to a subordinate's report, expressed amazement, "Smoke rising frequently from within the ancient beast-infested mountain? Could it be that those refugees have established a living tribe within the wasteland?"

The wasteland was rife with ancient beasts.

Liu Tianlang believed the refugees wouldn't all die off at once, but establishing a living tribe seemed unlikely.

What were those refugees like? He knew very well.

To avoid starving, they would even resort to cannibalism; how could they possibly truly unite?

Only if they knew each other and could trust one another would it be possible to form a large tribe.

But they were nearly starved out of their minds; how could they possibly calm down enough to chop wood, construct buildings, and maintain their houses?

However, his subordinates wouldn't lie.

Therefore, among the refugees, someone of consequence had emerged.

"All in all, if you count all those who have entered the wasteland, there should be around eight hundred thousand of them, right?" Liu Tianlang asked the bowing subordinate.

"Yes."

"Eight hundred thousand, barely significant compared to my Linghua City, but collecting a hundred round coins in tax from each person would also mean eight million round coins in revenue. Moreover, since they live in the mountains, away from imperial knowledge, this sum could fully enter my treasury, belonging to my private wealth, beyond the reach of the imperial court." After pondering for a while, Liu Tianlang's eyes shone brightly, and he immediately instructed his subordinate, "Take three hundred men to the ancient beast-infested mountain to collect taxes, a thousand square-hole round coins from each person!"

"What if they don't have any money?" the subordinate asked.

"Then take food, eighty percent of it," Liu Tianlang said, rubbing his hands together, "Eight hundred thousand people, such a vast wasteland, they must have cultivated a lot of land internally; we need to be ruthless."

"Understood, sir!"

This man, with shifty eyes and a sleazy smile, promptly went down to select three hundred strong-bodied soldiers, disguised as tax officials, and swaggered out of the city.

To collect taxes?

This was a lucrative job!

He had already planned to demand a bit more and share it with these brothers. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

As for whether three hundred people against eight hundred thousand could encounter any accidents?

He had never considered such a possibility.

How could the lowly dare to rebel?

Even if there were eighty million of them, they would never dare to lay a hand on them!