Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

The remnants of Demon Lord Mara looked distressed, "Between us, perhaps we could have a bit more sincerity."

Being a mixed Yuan entity, even though he was but a remnant soul, he deserved some respect.

By acting like this, you're putting him in a tough spot, aren't you?

"Sincerity exists between friends."

Sun Wukong's gaze was as gentle as water: "But it is clear that a Primordial Spirit who sneaks into a human body and lurks into Huaguo Mountain is definitely not a friend."

As soon as the words fell, the space around them shimmered with stardust, trembling the void and restraining the Mara's Primordial Spirit, making it impossible for it to move at all.

A standard Binding Skill would be useless against a mixed Yuan powerhouse.

Even if the adversary was just a strand of Primordial Spirit, one must be fully prepared; otherwise, it's very likely for things to go awry.

Sun Wukong, aware that this space might not hold Mara, had been discreetly setting up a Formation during their casual conversation, hoping to trap Mara.

Demon Lord Mara: "Is all this necessary? I'm just a strand of Primordial Spirit."

He had been stalling for time before.

But now.

He was telling the truth.

This monkey, clearly very strong, was excessively cautious.

"Better safe than sorry," Sun Wukong let out a sigh of relief, "Even in your current desolate state, you are a strand of mixed Yuan Primordial Spirit. It's not excessive for Old Sun to be cautious."

In the first simulation, the version of himself on the Western journey encountered setbacks multiple times. Aside from knowing it was a test for Tang Sanzang, it was also due to his own arrogance, not realizing the troubles until others resorted to their powerful moves.

This flaw was something the current him must not repeat.

"Master!"

Hai Feng called out.

"Almost forgot, there's also you, this naive little bunny."

Sun Wukong pointed his finger, and a beam of spirit light entered Hai Feng's forehead, causing him to temporarily lose consciousness and stand there dazed.

The emptiness of space dissipated, Hai Feng returned to the corridor, stumbled back to his bedroom in a daze. His vacant eyes gradually regained clarity as if he had forgotten something, yet it seemed as if something was recalled.

"My name is Hai Feng. I came to Huaguo Mountain to apprentice and learn the arts to become a great hero of Subduing Demons and Eliminating Evil."

With a clear mind, Hai Feng scratched his head, puzzled why he would suddenly say such words, but recalling his prior refusal of Mei Jun and others, he beat his chest in regret: "Why did I refuse them? Now they must think I'm hard to get along with."

Seeing Hai Feng back to normal, Sun Wukong inwardly nodded and turned to leave.

He had not tampered with Hai Feng's will but simply erased his memories about Wutian.

In a way, Hai Feng's heart harbored reservations against non-human demons, but not as absolute as before. Having spent time with the myriad spirits of Huaguo Mountain, Sun Wukong believed he would change.

And as for Mara?

Lifting his hand, he looked at the dark purple lotus in his palm and murmured lightly, "Primordial Spirit transformation into a lotus is quite a good technique; it's worth contemplation."

After returning to Shuilian Cave, Sun Wukong secluded himself for three days and, based on Wutian's strand of Primordial Spirit, came up with his own version of Primordial Spirit transformation into a lotus.

It's just that he did not transform his Primordial Spirit into a lotus, but used the essence of the Primordial Spirit to condense a thirty-six-petal lotus platform, with his Primordial Spirit sitting cross-legged upon it, three blue lotuses above his head manifesting marvelous methods, and a golden halo behind his head illuminating the universe.

Behind him, a Bodhi Heart took root, spread countless tendrils throughout the spirit platform, and split open a crack at the top from which a lush green sprout grew into a Bodhi Tree sapling as thick as a bowl, with three branches sprouting densely packed jade-like tender leaves.

The three branches, each with its own distinctive tender leaves.

One shrouded in clear light, like curling mist, thick but not dispersing; another surrounded by golden radiance, like a babbling brook, unending and relentless.

And the third, haloed with red light, as if representing the myriad faces of mortal life, a roaring torrent.

Sun Wukong mused to himself: "The Bodhi Heart is like a seed that has now taken root and sprouted, giving Old Sun a great benefit and enhancing my wisdom threefold."

"Truly a stroke of great fortune!"

He then looked down at the black lotus of Primordial Spirit in his hand, chuckled, and wiped clean the will within it, merging it into the Primordial Spirit lotus platform beneath him.

In an instant, the lotus platform fluctuated between black and white as both strived for dominance. But with Sun Wukong's control, the two reached a delicate balance, with the colors gradually transitioning on the platform.

The thirty-six petals of the Primordial Spirit lotus platform opened and closed, matching the Primordial Spirit's breathing. Every 13,500 breaths was a cycle, nourishing the Primordial Spirit and fostering the growth of the Bodhi Heart Tree behind it.

"Old Sun's skills have reached new heights!"

In his joy, Sun Wukong stepped outside Shuilian Cave, leaped up to the highest point of the pavilion's eaves, and overlooked the holy city outside the cave. The mortal smoke and fire mixed with the celestial atmosphere were harmoniously natural.

This was his Huaguo Mountain.

His true fruit.

However, remembering the visitors from another world in the previous simulations and the extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons, the smile on Sun Wukong's face faded.

In the simulations, he had sent a wisp of his Primordial Spirit to another world. It seemed that the simulator could not replicate the condition of the Primordial Spirit's incarnation, but in the end, the incarnation returned with the power of an entire realm and defeated Mara Wutian.

Speaking of which, he was not clear about how Mara Wutian broke the seal; and whether the being that enabled the visitors from another world to come to the Three Realms was indeed Mara Wutian was also still under deliberation.

Although in the simulations, after defeating Mara Wutian, those visitors from another world did not come again, and he even discovered a passage to the Myriad Realms.

But just at that time, the simulator simulated an error.

This thing, although called "Heavenly Dao Life Simulator", Sun Wukong was certain it had nothing to do with the Heavenly Dao of the Three Realms; they weren't the same thing.

He had obtained the simulator from Shuilian Cave, but upon returning from his studies, he spent countless times searching through Shuilian Cave and found nothing out of the ordinary.

[Simulator upgrading···]

Upon opening the simulator and realizing it was still upgrading, Sun Wukong curled his lip and muttered to himself, "This treasure won't be usable in the short term."

After jumping down from the pavilion's eaves, Sun Wukong greeted Shi Wu and stone ear, saying, "How is your transformation technique coming along?"

Shi Wu said, "Great King, we can now take form using spiritual energy, but our bodies are somewhat ethereal. Nevertheless, we can definitely keep Shuilian safe. Recently, our brothers, working together with other city lords, trapped the six-eared macaque."

Stone ear added, "Big brother is right."

Sun Wukong nodded in agreement, knowing full well the battle they had with the six-eared macaque. Moreover, if it were not for the boost in his mana, the two of them wouldn't have lasted thirty rounds.

Once the two truly transformed, their spirited forms combined with their stone lion bodies would make real warriors. Although the stone bodies were not as indestructible as Vajra, they were definitely much more robust than ordinary flesh and blood.

"Mhm, cultivate well and strive to transform as soon as possible."

After encouraging them for safety and auspiciousness with a few words, Sun Wukong walked down the white jade bridge. The monkey soldiers on both sides stood even straighter, eyes brimming with admiration.

Having crossed the white jade bridge, Sun Wukong changed his appearance and quietly entered the city, wandering about and observing everything in secret. He then silently departed and headed to the next city.

In this manner, after visiting seventy-three cities including the holy city and making seventy-three lists of improvements, he arrived at the seventy-fourth city: Three Lives Academy.

The citizens within the city, both human and demon, were mostly cultured and amiable, and more peaceful than those in other cities.

This was probably because those who lived here, both human and demon, were keen on reading and writing, or skilled in the arts of chess, music, alchemy, and painting, each with their own unique style.

Sun Wukong nodded repeatedly. This city was indeed the one among the seventy-four cities of Huaguo Mountain with the best scholarly atmosphere.

He silently entered Three Lives Academy.

The academy was vast and harbored the knowledge of the Hundred Schools of Thought, including Qi Cultivation for immortality, Divine Skills, and martial arts. As a result, scholars from various disciplines engaged in different classes at the same time, with students choosing the subjects that interested them the most.

In classrooms, Confucian scholars' recitations resonated; on the drill grounds, martial artists grunted vigorously; in the Taoist halls, cultivators pressed their fingers together like lotuses, practicing incantation gestures; in the Buddhist halls, monks sat in Zen meditation and chanted scriptures; and various studies of the Hundred Schools of Thought were fervently pursued, whether in writing, speaking, crafting, or fighting.

"This Three Lives Academy will undoubtedly become a cradle for talent in Huaguo Mountain in the future!"

Sun Wukong silently exclaimed, recording the inadequacies he observed. He then returned to the drill ground within the academy and focused his gaze on Hai Feng, who had once been influenced by the Heavenly Demon.

Like the others, he held a large hoe in his hands and was tilling the ground on the drill field.

The hoe was raised high above his head, the force originating from his feet, his waist taut like a fully drawn bow, both arms gripping the hoe, fiercely digging into the earth of the drill ground.

The blade of the hoe plunged seven parts deep into the ground, then, with a tug of the arms, a large clump of dry, hard earth was dug out, to be followed by a tap from the base of the hoe.

Crack!

The dry, hard clumps of earth scattered.

In this repetitive manner, about a morning's worth of time was spent, and he had tilled the entire drill field.

Sun Wukong silently nodded.

For those who were beginners in martial arts, a strong foundation was most crucial, and this method of tilling the land under the scorching sun was the best way to strengthen one's physique and hone one's spirit.

Combined with the appropriate Breathing Skill, it could achieve the maximum training effect.

Moreover, Huaguo Mountain provided a free medicinal bath, ensuring that these beginners in martial arts would not retain any hidden injuries, allowing them to train every day.

After a rest at noon, the students learning the martial path had lunch, applied medicinal wine, and then returned to the drill ground. Content presented by MV|LEMP|YR.

The afternoon's training consisted of basic stance work.

However, this stance work was different from the ordinary horse stance in the mortal world. It involved a specific breathing technique, with a half-squat position, slight tremors in the legs, and continuous treading of the feet on the ground of the drill field.

That's right, they had to stomp the ground they had tilled in the morning back into a flat and hard surface.

Tilling in the morning, stamping in the afternoon.

Back and forth, it was training.

Sun Wukong saw clearly that among those practicing martial arts, most had a good foundation, and Hai Feng was even better, having spent some time with the Heavenly Demon.

Originally, the boy had chosen the path of Qi Cultivation toward immortality, but later discovered that in order to learn spells, one must first memorize various Taoist texts, understand the human meridians, know Feng Shui, and comprehend Yin and Yang.

It wasn't necessary to know them by heart, but a general understanding was required.

The amount of knowledge...

It was beyond the grasp of a poor young man who had been directly taught the methods of mana circulation by the Heavenly Demon.

Those who chose the path of seeking immortality were mostly Taoists, Loose Cultivators, Confucian scholars, and demons who had some understanding of the Four Books and Five Classics and Taoist classics.

For someone like Hai Feng, born into poverty and who barely recognized some common characters under the instruction of the Heavenly Demon, it was a bit difficult. He couldn't catch up with the progress on the first day because he didn't understand at all what the Venerable Fox King was talking about.

Fortunately, the academy had anticipated such situations and allowed changes in the field of study within the first half month of the semester.

As a result, Hai Feng switched to learning martial arts.