Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

"Li the postman, is there any news from my family?"

"Is there a letter for my Old Wang's house?"

"Old Li!"

"..."

Each household gathered in the village clearing, waiting to see if there were replies from their family pillars who had gone out to work.

The postman, surnamed Li, wiped the sweat from his brow and pulled out various letters from behind his bicycle, some white, some yellow, and even one or two small packages.

"There's something for everyone."

Li the postman handed over the letters one by one to the women and children, the elderly of the village.

The elderly and children who received the letters showed joy on their faces. Those who didn't bickered with the postman, asking why they hadn't received any, leaving the postman with a helpless expression.

How could he know if there was no letter?

He was just a mail carrier, not the one writing the letters!

"That's all, I'm off."

Having said that, Li the postman pushed his bicycle and headed down the steep mountain path, mumbling to himself as he went, "This mountain road is really tough to navigate."

Those who received letters all gathered at Grandpa Sun Shisheng's doorway, for in the whole village, not many could read. Grandpa Sun Shisheng had once fought the Japanese invaders with the Eighth Route Army and had learned to read and write, so people sought him out to read aloud their letters.

Sun Shisheng, a reincarnation of a fragment of Sun Wukong's True Spirit, also listened by his grandfather's side. As he looked over the characters, he gradually came to recognize the commonly used ones. Moreover, due to his awakening intellect, he began recalling his past memories and understood that he was a reincarnation of a True Spirit.

Sun Shisheng looked at the letter in his hand, which was mostly a safety reassurance from his father.

Furthermore, the handwriting was not his father's own.

The reason was simple: most people in his village were illiterate. There may be dozens of letters, but there were only two or three different styles of handwriting, mostly written by proxies for the laborers who had gone out to work.

"Shisheng, do you want Grandpa to read it aloud for you?"

After reading the letters for others, Grandpa Sun Shisheng saw that Shisheng was still there and, with a tender smile on his face, he cheerfully asked.

"No need, Old Sun here, I've learned to read on my own!"

Old Sun?

Grandpa Sun looked at him with an odd expression on his face, ready to pick up Sun Shisheng and spank him: "Where did you hear that from, you little rascal? No respect for elders."

But Sun Shisheng just chuckled, with one hand holding the letter and the other supporting himself from the ground; he did a somersault and dodged past Grandpa Sun's approaching hand, putting nearly ten feet between them.

"Eh?"

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This boy could be a promising martial artist.

Too bad, such skills are of no use nowadays.

He had once slain enemy soldiers and had learned a Primordial Pile technique in the military that could increase one's strength, as well as a saber technique. However, none of his two sons were willing to learn it.

He wouldn't teach the saber technique; it was peacetime now, and killing someone meant prison for life.

As for the Primordial Pile...

He did want to teach it, since the technique could strengthen the body, but his sons found it too arduous. His older son gave up after a year due to the pressures of life, and his younger son quit after just one day.

Yet, this grandson of his had learned it.

However, his grandson's abilities were somewhat beyond his comprehension.

All he could think of was "marital arts prodigy."

Little did he know, Sun Shisheng was a reincarnation of a fragment of Sun Wukong's True Spirit. Even before he regained his memories, when he first started learning the Primordial Pile, he had already reached a level where his skin was taut, his muscles were like dragons, his marrow was like mercury, and his skeleton was like steel.

This world was devoid of Spiritual Energy, a barren land of Essence.

Qi Cultivation could only strengthen the body and enlighten the mind; Body Refinement required a large amount of nutritious food.

But who called Sun Shisheng a reincarnation of a fragment of Sun Wukong's True Spirit?

In this world without Essence, the way of the world still unfolds, manifesting myriad wonders.

Sun Shisheng realized that this world was not as simple as it seemed on the surface. His True Spirit could sense other worlds and even draw Spiritual Energy from them.

This revelation enlightened him to the true vastness of this world, no less than the Three Realms.

"Alright, go back and bring your mother the good news," casually waved Grandpa Sun.

"Okay."

Sun Shisheng left his grandfather's house and walked over to the low courtyard next door, only about twenty paces away.

His mother was sitting in the shade of a tree, sewing clothes.

"Here, this is a letter from dad. It says we should move out, and he wants to send me to school," said Sun Shisheng, who, although he hadn't left the village, knew there was a road leading to a small town with an elementary school at its base.

Children around eight or nine years old from the village attended that school, walking down the mountain every day, traversing the roughly ten-mile path to school, and then walking back home again every day.

His adoptive father, though a laborer outside, found the mountain paths arduous and planned to come back at the end of the year to rent a small house in the town, so that he and his mother could move there. It would make it easier for him to go to school and also help them get away from the big mountain.

Why move away from the big mountain?

Most likely because the people in the village were short-sighted, generally good-natured and caring, but also inclined to take pleasure in each other's hardships.

This is not contradictory.

Good and evil coexist within one person.

At night, Sun Shisheng lay still, a glimmer of light in his heart, drawing in the spiritual energy from another realm, nourishing his flesh and blood.

This body was not the divine physique naturally nurtured by the universe as his true self was; it was merely a fleshly mortal body, requiring gradual accumulation of strength. Unlike his true self, who could ascend to heaven in one step after enlightenment, he could not do so.

In the blink of an eye, the year's end arrived.

In the impoverished mountain village, a trace of liveliness emerged, as workers who had gone out to find jobs returned home.

Sun Shisheng's father, Sun Zhiming, also returned.

He brought Sun Shisheng a bag of snacks, then handed over most of the money he had earned from a year's work as a show of filial piety to grandfather Sun, but grandmother took it away to buy tonics for his aunt who was pregnant.

His uncle, Sun Zhigang, was still idling about in the village, essentially being supported by his brother Sun Zhiming.

After the New Year, Sun Zhiming took his wife and Sun Shisheng and left the mountain village. They traversed the rough mountain paths, crossed the muddy stone roads, and finally arrived on the flat and neat cement roads.

The small town had roads going in all directions, teeming with pedestrians bustling back and forth.

The pursuit of fame and wealth never ceased.

For Sun Shisheng, the words "fame and wealth" no longer held aversion, as long as he wasn't burdened by them, it was acceptable.

Sun Zhiming found a small, square, low-rise rental house. The landlord knew Sun Zhiming; he wanted to go work in another area to make big money. Being a bachelor whose parents had passed away, he was looking for someone to look after the house.

So, Sun Zhiming explained the situation to him...

"Sister-in-law, just consider this place like your own home; don't be polite. You just need to pay for the utilities yourselves," said the landlord, Li Zhipeng, who wore a white shirt with several holes in his trousers.

"Don't worry," Sun Zhiming said with a smile on his face, "Come on, I'll treat you to a meal."

Having said that, the two men linked arms and walked out the door together.

Meanwhile, Sun's mother busied herself tidying up the house and said to Sun Shisheng, "We'll live here for half a year first, get accustomed to the place, and then you can enroll in school around June or July."

"Oh," Sun Shisheng nodded, yet he was eager to see what the school was like and how it differed from the Three Lives Academy.

Half a month flew by in the blink of an eye.

Sun Zhiming and the landlord Li Zhipeng boarded a train bound for another place. Sun's mother, after seeing them off, returned home from the train station with Sun Shisheng. However, Sun Shisheng became fascinated with the creation of rails and trains.

They were similar to The Mohists' mechanical creations but powered by steam—a clever design.

What Sun Shisheng found most magical, however, was the fact that the humans of this world had learned to control the power of electricity and applied it to many things.

For instance, radios and televisions.

In the rented house, there was a radio. In Sun Wukong's view, this was no different from the Skill of Voice Transmission Over a Thousand Miles.

As for television, there wasn't one here, but Sun Shisheng had seen through the glass of a neighbor's house a television with a black and white screen, square shape, and two antennas on top.

The longer he watched, the more he was able to sense that there were many special fields in this world transmitting information, and devices such as radios and televisions could receive these fields and then produce sounds or display images.

Taking spells as an example, when casting something like the Mystical Barrier Mirror, one first needed to detect the event, then use great mana to build a channel, and only then could one see images and transmit sounds.

The information transmission in this realm relied on fields.

In this world, there were the Northern and Southern Fields. Sun Shisheng, using his True Spirit, connected to the fields of the world and felt as if he was merging with heaven and earth, as if he might ascend at any moment. He hastily stopped.

"The world's fields are like a furnace; my True Spirit is undying, but my body is too weak. If I continue, I fear I may ascend prematurely. It's better to take it slow."

With that thought, Sun Shisheng stopped using his True Spirit to connect with the world's fields and instead connected to the fields of human society in the small town.

Instantly, Sun Shisheng felt as though he was roaming the town; he could see everything happening within the town and freely access any information.

Information propagated throughout the fields, and Sun Shisheng could connect with every field in the world, inspecting any piece of information at will, putting him steps ahead of others.

However, after only a quarter of an hour, Sun Shisheng was forced to stop.

This time, his body was able to endure, and he could refine himself in the intangible fields of human society, but the overload of information was becoming too much for his brain to handle.

Being born from a mere point of True Spirit, without a constructed soul, he could only store information in his human brain. Continuing to look might have scrambled his brain.

For a moment, Sun Shisheng found himself somewhat resenting his human form.

This body had not yet broken through its limits...

...

At Huaguo Mountain, Sun Wukong, touching his chin as he watched the experiences of his fragment of True Spirit through the simulator, thought to himself, "The fields of the world can indeed be utilized to transmit information and refine both the body and soul; they are the unparalleled choices."

"However,"

"Ordinary people cannot use them."

The fields of the world are unpredictable; most individuals who recklessly touch them stand a near-certain chance of perishing and losing their path. Of the remaining fraction, most will have both body and soul annihilated.

Without fate's blessing, ordinary people can only refine their bodies and souls with these fields after becoming immortal.

With a thought, Sun Wukong connected to the fields between the Three Realms.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong felt himself merge with the Heavenly Dao, and then the three calamities of thunder, fire, and wind came upon him simultaneously. Fire rose from the spring, the wind entered from the top of the sky, and thunder generated out of the void.

Although he was naturally nurtured by heaven and earth and recognized by the heavenly court, he had after all become an immortal by unconventional means, capturing the essence of heaven and earth and intruding upon the mysteries of the sun and moon.

In the past, there were no issues because he had seventy-two transformations, and the heavenly forces couldn't detect him.

Now, as he deliberately merged with the terrestrial fields, the Heavenly Dao sensed him and sent the three calamities all at once to discipline this unfilial son!