Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

On that day, Su Jie practiced his boxing while making his way to the spectator stands on the sports field, watching the students holding hoes as they cultivated the vast central area of the field.

The students, with their waists and horses united as one, hoisted their hoes high over their heads and forcefully jabbed the hoes into the ground. With one hook, a large clump of earth was dug out, which they then broke apart with the handle of the hoe.

Enthralled, Su Jie mimicked their movements, gesturing up and down.

He felt that this was a type of boxing technique.

Jos approached the edge of the sports field, spotted the captivated Su Jie, waved his little hand, and ran over, saying, "So you're here, class is about to start, let's go to the classroom."

"No."

Unexpectedly, Su Jie shook his head, "What the instructor is teaching is still the Eight Extremes Fist, which I have already mastered and can practice on my own. There are only three chances to enter the Taixu Illusory Realm. The first time the instructor taught us the Eight Extremes Fist, one opportunity was already wasted. I want to make good use of the remaining two."

The instructors wouldn't get angry about trainees not attending classes.

After all, these people were paying for their learning and were not official students; whether they were willing to learn or not wasn't something Zhao Xinglong considered.

Jos said, "Actually, the number of entries to the Taixu Illusory Realm can be increased. Just pay 5000 yuan each time."

Su Jie was speechless.

Most people attending this training class weren't short on money.

The 5000 yuan fee for a simulation in the Taixu Illusory Realm was nothing but loose change to them.

But his situation was different.

He had no money.

The 30,000 yuan enrollment fee was all he had, and thankfully, Minglun provided accommodations and free food for the trainees. Otherwise, he guessed he would have to sleep out on the streets, or even beg.

His decision to come here was made without his family's knowledge; he had told them he signed up for a summer maths training class to prepare for next year's college entrance exams.

Therefore, he dared not ask for money from his family.

Jos could see Su Jie's dilemma and offered, "How about I cover it for you first?"

He could tell that Su Jie had a gift for martial arts, so he didn't mind making an investment.

"No."

Su Jie refused, "Even in reality, I can train by myself, there's no need to go to the Taixu Illusory Realm… Right, Jos, I've heard that in universities, there are many work-study opportunities. Does Minglun Martial School have any ways for students to make money?"

Jos held up three fingers and said, "There are three quick-money paths."

Su Jie's eyes lit up. "Which three?"

"The first one is to sneak food out of Minglun's cafeteria and sell it outside," Jos replied.

Su Jie's expression grew dim.

This path was completely unfeasible.

Over the days, he had come to know about the meals in Minglun's cafeteria; they were truly in high demand!

But if caught, it would mean the end of his time at Minglun.

In Minglun, nobody harbored any illusions of getting away with it.

"Of course, this first option is basically impossible," Jos dismissed the idea himself and moved on to the second method, "The second is to participate in martial arts competitions held by Minglun Martial School."

"Martial arts competitions?" It was the first time Su Jie heard of this.

"Yes, martial arts competitions," Jos continued, "The competition site is to the south of Minglun Martial School, about ten kilometers away, and quite a distance from here."

"Ten kilometers?!" Su Jie was astonished, which was practically like half a city.

"What do you think?" Jos cast a withering glance, "Minglun Martial School encompasses the entire Minglun City. We are in the educational district; naturally, the competition site won't be here."

"Can anyone participate?" Su Jie asked.

"Yes," Jos nodded, "The current competitions are of eight categories, classified by the amount of vitality, from below 1, 1, 2, all the way to 7."

Su Jie understood, after all, according to Minglun Martial School's research, before reaching a vitality of 10, an increase of 0.1 in vitality would double one's physical fitness.

Dividing into eight categories was already considering that people learn different things and there might be situations of fighting across levels.

"What about the last method?" Su Jie pondered for a moment, feeling that participating in these competitions was a bit risky and wanted to opt for something safer.

"The last path is to help out in the cafeteria of Minglun Martial School," Jos said. "They are really short-staffed, after all, they have to manage meals for so many people."

Su Jie thought this sounded like a good idea, and maybe he could even secretly learn some dietary secrets.

Knowing what he was thinking, Jos shook his head, "At most, you could help wash vegetables. Learning cooking skills is absolutely impossible."

Even chopping vegetables required true skill.

Huh (⊙o⊙)…

Su Jie's eyes widened in surprise; he hadn't anticipated that with his 0.8 vitality, he would be unfit even for chopping vegetables.

"Alright, those are the three methods," saying this, Jos glanced at his watch, "If you're short on money, I advise you to take the third path. It's safer, and even washing vegetables can make you two hundred a day... Anyway, I need to go to class now."

Watching Jos's receding figure, Su Jie grew silent for a while, then turned his gaze back to the people tilling the ground on the sports field.

At this moment, they had turned over the entire field once, and now, in a peculiar stance akin to horse riding, they moved up and down, walking like crabs, tamping down the cultivated land beneath their feet.

The dust billowed in the air.

Su Jie also figured out their intention; they actually wanted to use their legs to compact the tilled land back into place!

This training method, unheard of!

But Su Jie knew it was highly effective.

The person who created this method was truly talented!

The instructor currently teaching these students naturally noticed Su Jie mimicking the motions of plowing with a hoe, but she didn't say much, just the same words, you can watch, you can mimic.

But if you're not a formal student of Minglun Martial School and you practice poorly, you bear the consequences yourself.

Su Jie understood this principle and proactively approached the instructor, asking, "Excuse me, what martial art are they learning?" My Virtu@al Lib^r#a-r.y% Empi-r^e (M|@V*|!LE1M+PY@R)$ tha$n@k$s% you for r!e&a#d!i-ng. at the s.o-urce+.%

"Chu Tiange and Overbearing Walk."

This instructor was a woman, dressed in a combat uniform, valiant and extraordinary, named Zhu Jia.

She used to be a journalist.

However, after covering that one press conference, she gave up her career as a journalist and joined Minglun Martial School, and to date, she had reached a small degree of spiritual concentration, with a life force level of 3.

For someone who took up the path halfway through her life, spending seventeen years to reach a small degree of spiritual concentration and a life force level of 3 was already considered extraordinarily gifted.

A life force level of 3 enabled one to do many things unimaginable to ordinary people.

For example: tearing apart a tank with bare hands.

"Those two names sound very domineering," Su Jie said thoughtfully, but he had a guess about what they were — Chu Tiange likely had something to do with the hoeing movement, and Overbearing Walk was probably learning from the crab.

But compared to Farming Skill and Crab Stance, Chu Tiange and Overbearing Walk certainly sounded more poetic.

Zhu Jia smiled lightly at the corner of her mouth, "Want to learn?"

Su Jie was delighted, "You're willing to teach me?"

Zhu Jia nodded and reached out her hand that was white as jade, saying, "It'll be twenty million."

"Uh... I'll take my leave."

Su Jie turned and walked away.

Twenty million?

He could only take out two hundred yuan at the moment.

Of course, Zhu Jia wasn't trying to cheat Su Jie; she would carefully guide him during the teaching and ensure he mastered it.

Unlike the students in front of her, she was just supervising them to prevent them from practicing incorrectly.

After all, the students who got into Minglun Martial School were sharp, and didn't require too much worry; whereas there was a big gap between them and someone who needed remedial training like Su Jie.

Therefore, twenty million was a fair price for someone to learn Chu Tiange and Overbearing Walk well enough to benefit from it for a lifetime.

Moreover, Zhu Jia was somewhat arrogant in character; she wouldn't usually bother with ordinary students. However, seeing the shadow of Eight Extremes Fist in Su Jie and knowing that he had already mastered its essence, and that he was one of Zhao Xinglong's students, made her want to offer some pointers.

It was just unfortunate that differences in personal family circumstances could lead to missed opportunities.

Twenty million was very cheap for Zhu Jia, but for Su Jie, even if he sold himself, he couldn't afford it, so he had no choice but to step back.

"The rich study the arts, the poor study the martial; truly, this does not deceive me," Su Jie sighed, but held no grudge against the wealthy because he knew that the wealth of others was earned through their own abilities, and he had no right to resent them for it.

Moreover, in the lessons from Zhao Xinglong before, he also understood the history of Eight Extremes Fist and that to master the martial art, one must be dignified and upright.

The narrow-minded would practice tricky techniques; whereas the open-minded would have boundless martial spirit, as vast as the heavens and the earth.

Like Instructor Zhao Xinglong, when he executed the Eight Extremes Fist, it was like the awesome power of heaven, truly with the might to stabilize the world, capable of confronting any evil spirit directly.

In comparison, although he had learned the essence, when he practiced it himself, there wasn't even one ten-thousandth of that grandeur; in fact, there was none at all.

Because, he still needed to worry about money, and without confidence in his heart, everything was in vain.

However, with three possible ways to make money, which should he choose?

The first option was immediately passed over.

You can't rely on luck.

As it is in martial arts, so it is in life.

The second option, however, was under Su Jie's consideration because, compared to the safe third option, the second could hone his combat skills, train his reflexes in real situations, and even broaden his horizons.

With this in mind, Su Jie left the campus area and boarded bus number 316, rode for nearly an hour before arriving at the competition venue Jos mentioned.

Looking ahead, there was a huge man-made lake with a diameter of over five miles.

In the middle of the lake was a small island with a structure resembling the Bird's Nest, connected to the outside by four iron-chain bridges, with planks below and iron nets on the sides.

These chains were as thick as a man's arm and very sturdy.

Su Jie had just stepped onto the iron-chain bridge when his body started to sway, and goosebumps formed all over, seeming extremely nervous.

That's because the bridge was over a hundred meters long, and whenever a slight breeze blew, it swayed, intimidating ordinary people from crossing.

"This bridge is for courage training," Su Jie took a deep breath and muttered, "It's said to have been built at the request of the principal of Minglun Martial School, Sun Shisheng, and that competitors must enter the competition venue through these four bridges or they're not qualified to participate."

Whoo—

The whistle blew, and it turned out there were small boats beside the bridge transporting tourists, for those who were afraid of falling off the bridge.