Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

Wang Chao returned with Chan Yinsha and encountered a middle-aged woman. Observing her demeanor and body movements, he found her vaguely familiar and tentatively asked, "Sister Tang Zichen?"

"Yes, it's me." Tang Zichen's eyes smiled.

Wang Chao, indeed, had exceptional talent, and his strength had already permeated his entire body—it was remarkable.

He was an excellent prospect for martial arts!

"It really is you! I thought I was seeing things." Wang Chao saw that the middle-aged woman's skin was delicate, the muscle movement subtle yet rhythmic, just like Tang Zichen's. He had thought he was mistaken, but it turned out he was right.

However, he also knew Tang Zichen's identity was no ordinary matter. Coming here to teach Huaxia martial arts, she would necessarily have to disguise herself; otherwise, if people with intentions discovered her, it might lead to significant problems.

The three chatted for a while, and when Chan Yinsha returned, she probably guessed the woman's identity and nodded slightly. Then, she reported her findings to Sun Shi.

"The staff of the martial arts schools here have all agreed, but to completely buy this place out, we still need to meet with Director Wu—he's the real estate developer after all."

"Don't worry about that, he will come over on his own," Sun Shi said nonchalantly, instructing Chan Yinsha to call over the masters of the various martial arts schools to meet Tang Zichen.

Soon, the heads of more than a dozen martial arts schools were brought over by Chan Yinsha.

There were Taekwondo, Karate, as well as Hung Kuen, Wing Chun, and Eight Trigrams Palm among them, but without a doubt, none were very authentic. They had all learned just the basics, then built some muscles to sculpt their bodies before opening martial arts schools, primarily aimed at making money.

This world, since ancient times, has never changed. Without money, progress is difficult.

Sun Shi sat in the main seat, Chan Yinsha on the right, Wang Chao on the left, and Tang Zichen sat beside them. On the sides stood former Muay Thai students, as well as Li Liang, Wang Guang, and other ordinary people who had trained in boxing for a day.

The masters of the various martial arts schools stood in the hall, and outside the hall were many martial arts students, most of them young students.

"From now on, we are all one family, so I must take responsibility for everyone's development," Sun Shi said straightforwardly, putting down his teacup. "Therefore, you all need to improve your skills, and for this, I have hired a master who can teach you and transform you completely."

The crowd turned towards Tang Zichen, and seeing that she was a woman, some looked somewhat displeased.

If it had been Chan Yinsha, they would have accepted it.

But why a middle-aged woman?

What skills could she have?

"Master Tang, could you demonstrate something for them?" Sun Shi asked.

"That's fine."

Tang Zichen's skills were not for killing, but for demonstration, she could do it easily.

Moreover, she was not just Tang Zichen now, but Master Tang.

She lightly tapped the hot tea with her delicate fingers, and within the rippling water, a droplet vibrated and detached from the surface, leaping into the air and hanging there.

The droplet was suspended for about three seconds, long enough for the heads of the martial arts schools to see it clearly.

Although their skills were not perfect, they were not without discernment.

This performance demonstrated inner strength!

Then the droplet fell and, with a slight flick of Tang Zichen's index finger, the falling droplet was cast up again, staying cohesive like an elastic ball rather than a mere droplet.

"This is handling light as if heavy!"

A Wing Chun master widened his eyes and exclaimed, "This is the manifestation of 'transformed energy' in kung fu!"

"What is transformed energy?" another Taekwondo master asked.

"If you can make a droplet behave like this, that is transformed energy," explained the Wing Chun master, who had only heard of it and could only use Tang Zichen's technique as a reference.

The Taekwondo master nodded earnestly.

Such precise control over force—though this middle-aged woman's punching power might not match his, a single hit could potentially incapacitate him.

After all, the human body is a complex structure, and a problem at one point could easily lead to full paralysis.

The middle-aged woman in front of them was a master among masters!

As they watched, the droplet danced between her fingers, lively as a sprite, momentarily making everyone forget it was just water.

Finally, Tang Zichen flexed her finger, and inner strength gathered between her middle fingertips. As soon as she touched the droplet, the energy transferred to it and shot it out rapidly.

Whoosh—

The crowd saw a streak of silver light flash across, soaring over their heads and toward the door.

"A penetrating hole appeared in the wall!"

Some students went to inspect it and couldn't help but exclaim!

"This is a supernatural power!"

"No, this is Inner Strength!"

"That big sister... female hero, she must have cultivated Inner Strength, plucking flowers and flinging leaves to injure people!"

"Damn! That's almost like a handgun!"

For a while, the students of the various martial arts schools buzzed with talk, their gaze towards Tang Zichen now contained a trace of awe.

If that droplet hit someone, they wouldn't even know how they died!

Too formidable!

The heads of the various martial arts schools were truly convinced.

"In that case, Master Tang will be your coach from now on. Study well, understand?" Sun Shi asked calmly.

"Understood," he said.

The heads of the halls were sweating profusely.

If they didn't agree, they might face death.

With Master Tang having the capability to kill them in secret, they could only die in vain. After all, who would believe that a single drop of water could kill a person?

Thus, this vast martial arts arena truly belonged to Ming Lun, and Tang Zichen immediately took the heads of the various halls to practice, with Wang Chao, Tang Zichen, and many students watching from outside.

For most students, merely watching was not enough. They needed the guidance of a master; otherwise, practicing blindly could easily lead to problems.

People have different physical builds and personalities, some soft, some hard, some easy-going, some fiery.

Without a master's supervision, even if they received the true teachings, it would be a waste of effort.

Two months later, the reputation of Ming Lun's martial arts school spread, and Sun Shisheng and Wang Chao, after finishing their final exams, often stayed there.

Sun Shisheng would often bring his parents to stay for recuperation, and so did Wang Chao.

"Shi Sheng, I still can't believe you now have such a big business," Sun Zhiming reminisced, feeling as if he was dreaming.

He knew his son had potential, but he hadn't expected him to achieve so much.

He hadn't even graduated from high school yet, but he was already earning millions, even tens of millions a month.

It was astonishing!

"Shi Sheng, are you still planning to go to college?" Sun inquired.

Having spent some time in this big city, they understood that after graduating from college, salaries were typically only about three to five thousand.

Now that their son owned such a large business, generating hundreds of millions a year,

wouldn't going to college be a waste of time?

"What do you know?" Sun Zhiming scolded his wife, then said to Sun Shisheng, "Shi Sheng, you make your own decisions."

He knew that he and his wife's perspectives were limited, and the future needed to be chosen by their son alone.

"Let me teach you all how to practice Tai Chi. Combined with breathing techniques, it can prolong your life," Sun Shisheng changed the subject and led them to the dedicated Quiet Courtyard.

Wang Chao's parents were also there.

Sun Zhiming and Sun, already familiar with them, greeted them and began practicing Tai Chi under Sun Shisheng's guidance, adjusting their breathing length and rhythm, gradually immersing themselves in the practice.

After completing a set, Sun Shisheng let the four of them practice on their own, supervising them from the side, refining their movements until they were accustomed to them, and only then did he slowly step back.

Wang Chao came over, watching his own parents and Sun Shi's parents talking and laughing happily, and said excitedly, "Now, I can finally say I've made something of myself... Oh right, Sun, Zhao Xinglong has come again. He wants to join the martial arts school."

Sun Shisheng asked, "Isn't he supposed to be experiencing college life?"

Wang Chao touched his nose and chuckled, "Well, he's also a martial artist. He's even fought in underground fights and killed someone. He has an obsession with martial arts. College was just to fulfill a dream." This сhаptеr wаs mаdе pоssiblе by thе соmmunity аt МV|LЕМ|РYR.

"Not to mention, he's now a senior, at the stage of internships and job searching."

Previously, Wang Chao had only heard about college secondhand, from classmates and teachers, but in the past two months, thanks to introductions by Zhang Tong to numerous high-profile individuals, he had gained a deeper understanding of university life.

After graduation, most people worry about finding a job, and it's rare to continually work in one's field of study; only a very few elites are able to immerse themselves in libraries, studying hard and eventually contributing to national development.

College is a crucial time for sorting the wheat from the chaff.

Elementary, junior, and senior high school stages are forced by teachers and parents, but college requires self-discipline, making it easy to relax, as it depends on self-motivation.

In a sense, college is also an excellent place to train one's temperament.

"Then let him join. He's talented. Also, the college entrance exam is next year. Have you thought about which subject you want to study?" Sun Shisheng asked.

"History," Wang Chao had long considered his answer.

"Using history as a mirror, one can understand the rise and fall of regimes."

"Sister Zi once said that the cultivation of the mind is somewhat related to emotion. I plan to immerse myself in the history of Huaxia, exploring the ancient and the modern as a spiritual journey for myself."

"Moreover, after graduating from college, I plan to travel around the world on foot, comparing the past and present."

Clap clap clap!

Crisp applause rang out.

Tang Zichen walked up from behind them on the cobblestone path, clearly impressed with Wang Chao, "In a way, you could be considered to have received my true teachings, making you my disciple."

"With such insight now, you already possess the demeanor of a grandmaster."

"I, your sister, am hardly your match."

Wang Chao humbly replied, "Hardly. In terms of the mind, I am still inferior to Sister Zi. If not for the limits of spiritual energy, Sister could have flown to the heavens."

Wang Chao's reference to "flying" was in the literal sense.

If not for a lack of spiritual energy, which is needed for bodily fortification, Tang Zichen could truly have ridden the winds, traveling across continents in a single day.

Of course, this also meant that Tang Zichen's spiritual cultivation was still at the stage of absorption, not yet reaching embryonic breathing, much less the coalescing of a sacred fetus or entering a state of forgetfulness. Otherwise, she could autonomously draw spiritual energy from other dimensions for cultivation, free from any restrictions.

However, Wang Chao had only reached the third stage of deep sleep, able to enter a state of sleep anytime during an activity.

As for reached absorption, he could only occasionally achieve a minor trance...