NOVEL WEB Chapter 77 Simulation: Borrowing Money
At this moment, Sun Wukong's body was ablaze with fierce flames intermixed with purple lightning, while black whirlwinds whipped around him.
Heavenly lightning sought to shatter his soul, the yin fire aimed to burn his Divine Body, and the Bei Feng aspired to strip away his cultivation, moral character, and Daoist achievements, returning the natural fortune nurtured by the heavens and earth to its source.
"Heavenly Dao, I am nurtured by the cosmos, and at the very least, I am also your son. Is there a need for such severity?"
Sun Wukong utilized the chaotic prime Daoist achievements to simulate the vibrations of the Heavenly Dao, causing the tribulations to cease, but the seeds of the three disasters remained within his body.
Heaven and earth's natural fortune cannot be taken by ordinary people.
Sun Wukong, naturally born from a stone monkey, was essentially a child of heaven and earth, but to the Heavenly Dao, all things in the universe are its children, it's just that Sun Wukong was slightly "outstanding," enough to receive "inheritance."
Unfortunately, the Heavenly Dao is a miser.
What can be given has been given—the myriad beings of the three realms were born from this, allowed to develop freely; but the grand natural fortune that cannot be bestowed will absolutely never be given by the Heavenly Dao.
The three disasters exist for this reason.
However, among heaven and earth, the wisdom of living beings cannot be compared with the Heavenly Dao, creating methods to seize natural fortune for their own enrichment.
The Immortal Law Sun Wukong learned was such, and the place within his heart, the chamber of inner clarity, the abode of the three stars of divination, was where his master, Ancestral Master Subhuti, preferred to withdraw from the world.
Nevertheless, this time, Sun Wukong once again snatched a share of natural fortune from the Heavenly Dao.
This included the seeds of the three disasters.
Heavenly lightning, yin fire, Bei Feng.
The celestial court also possessed three divisions of thunder, fire, and wind, endowed with three kinds of Divine Skills, but they were basically imitations, capturing just a hint of the essence of the tribulations, unable to inflict any harm on Sun Wukong.
Yet these seeds of the three disasters were refined by Sun Wukong and assimilated for his own use, becoming the genuine three disasters Divine Skills.
Sun Wukong imitated the fluctuations of the Heavenly Dao, using unique patterns to communicate his thoughts, "Heavenly Dao, don't be so miserly, in the future, Sun will surely repay you."
The Heavenly Dao's vibrations were irregular, but at that moment, Sun Wukong had severed his connection with the Heavenly Dao. Using the technique of the seventy-two transformations, he concealed his aura and could no longer be found.
Only then did the Heavenly Dao gradually stabilize.
Upon refining the seeds of the three disasters, Sun Wukong opened his eyes, and the strange phenomena of the thunder, fire, and wind disasters on his body vanished. His clothes were burned away, but the lotus-thread cloud-stepping boots, the Gold Chainmail, and the Phoenix Feathered Purple Gold Crown, a set of three, were refined by the disasters and improved in quality.
It turned out that the three disasters targeted only the cultivators of this world, stripping away the natural fortune of heaven and earth. For non-magical items, they merely functioned as ordinary wind, fire, and thunder.
This set of three was not mundane attire and naturally could not be destroyed by thunder, fire, and wind; instead, they were tempered by them.
Regrettably, the ordinary clothes on the outside could not withstand the power of thunder and fire, and with a gust of wind, they disintegrated.
Storing away the set of three items, Sun Wukong transformed another set of clothes and continued to watch the images in the simulator—
[At six years old, you sensed the wonders of the earth's magnetic field, but because your human body was too frail, you couldn't merge with it for long. You could only develop your body first, shaping your Divine Body, and forging your soul.]
[That same year, you began school by entering primary school and starting to read.]
[You had already grasped the knowledge in the textbooks through your interactions with the red dust of the small town and leapt five grades ahead due to your outstanding academic performance, reaching the sixth grade.]
[In no time, word of your prodigious talents spread throughout the small town!]
[Journalists from nearby cities flocked over to interview you, and you basked in immeasurable popularity, only waiting for the following year to graduate from primary school and enter a prestigious middle school.]
[Upon learning of this, your father, who was working out of town, felt both happy and sad, because there were no middle schools in the area of your old home. To attend one, you would have to go to the city, and moreover, your family could not afford the tuition fees, miscellaneous fees, and the cost of textbooks for middle school.] The most up‑to‑date version is on M4VLEMP4YR.
[At seven, you were already 1.7 meters tall, with fair skin. Aside from your clothes being somewhat worn and your face still youthful, you did not resemble a child.]
[Since your family was still saving up for tuition fees, you did not attend middle school. Instead, you continued to stay at the primary school, transitioning from a student to a tutor who helped teachers educate other students.]
[You used this opportunity to earn money and save up.]
[The primary school principal once offered to sponsor you, but you refused, preferring to be self-reliant.]
[At the age of eight, a factory was to be built in your town, requiring able-bodied workers for bricklaying. Standing at 1.75 meters, you signed up and were able to carry 300 bricks at a time, stacking them over five meters high.]
[Within a day, you earned 3,052 yuan, and the contractor did not dare to shortchange you, for he had seen you crush a brick into powder with one hand.]
[With your aid, what would typically take three months to complete was done in just seven days. Leveraging your self-taught skills, you took away many people's jobs and earned one hundred thousand yuan.]
[Your family became the richest in the town!]
At eight years of age, Sun Shisheng already had a hint of valor, and the old clothes on his body were now replaced with new ones.
However, as he was not originally from the town and had suddenly earned a hundred thousand yuan, Sun Shisheng became the target of envy from his neighbors. This included the bricklayers and cement mixers whose jobs he had taken, who would often come by to ridicule and slander him.
Even some local thugs would cause trouble for him.
Then, those thugs were soundly dealt with by Sun Shisheng, who they recognized as their "big brother" in spite of him being only eight years old.
"Who sent you here?"
Sun Shisheng asked the seven or eight battered thugs in a calm and unhurried manner, "You better be honest, or you're in for it."
"No one told us to come; we just heard big brother made some money, and we wanted to borrow some," said a thug, missing a tooth and speaking fearfully, "Also, big brother, I think you don't really understand how the world works. You've taken jobs away from other families, removing their chance to earn money... The whole town is talking about you."
Sun Shisheng crossed his arms over his chest, the corners of his mouth curling upwards slightly as he said, "I'm eight years old this year, do you think I need to understand the ways of the world?"
"Um..."
The street thugs suddenly remembered, the kid in front of them was, goddamn, only eight years old!
Eight years old?! At this age, he can fight like this, what will he become in the future?
"Besides, if I can earn money, it's my ability. If they can't, it's just their own lack of ability. If they were ambitious, they wouldn't gossip about me but would rather practice their skills." Sun Shisheng chuckled coldly, "You guys should stop being thugs and do something with your lives, go work at the factory."
"But..." the thugs were somewhat worried, concerned the factory might not accept them.
"Don't worry, with me here, as long as you work honestly, you'll definitely be able to keep the jobs."
Because he had helped the factory with its construction, the factory boss had taken a liking to Sun Shisheng and would give him face.
"Little brother, who are these fellows?"
The factory owner, named Li Fu, was about forty years old with dark skin.
Seeing these thugs, he was a bit surprised.
These men were all lazy and good-for-nothing, thieves and pilferers, what were they doing here?
And they appeared to have been beaten up too.
"They want a job, so I brought them over. Older brother, just give them a chance," said Sun Shisheng with a grin.
"Well... The workers here mainly deal with screwing in screws, anyone can do it, but these guys..." Li Fu was feeling a bit troubled.
"Rest assured, they have now reformed."
Sun Shisheng waved his hand dismissively and asked, "Tell me, is it not true?"
"Yes, yes!"
The thugs nodded their heads in haste, afraid of being beaten up again.
Li Fu pondered for a moment, then said, "If that's the case, then come work here. You get one meal provided, but you can't be lazy on the job, and you can't bully others."
"Understood! Understood!" the thugs immediately agreed.
Following that, Li Fu arranged for an old worker to take these thugs in, while Sun Shisheng bid farewell to Li Fu.
[At eight years old, you tamed all the thugs in the town and got them to work in the factory, significantly improving the town's order. The townspeople's respect for you and your mother increased considerably.]
[However, news of you earning a hundred thousand yuan reached the ears of your uncle in the mountain village, Sun Zhigang, who felt that you should help them out.]
"Shisheng, I'm your uncle, how can you refuse to lend me money?" Sun Zhigang said discontentedly.
"You still recognize yourself as my uncle?" Sun Shisheng retorted with a cold laugh, "Since when does an uncle borrow money from his eight-year-old nephew? If you're short on money, you can go work at the factory in town."
Sun Zhigang said, "I don't live here."
Sun Shisheng scoffed, "In the mountain village, children as young as seven or eight trek up and down the mountains every day to come to school in town. You're an adult, can't you manage it?"
"You!" Sun Zhigang was furious.
Just a kid, and he dared to talk back to him?
So, Sun Zhigang lashed out, wanting to teach Sun Shisheng a lesson, to make him understand that he was the uncle!
Even his own brother had never talked to him like this!
Then, Sun Shisheng threw Sun Zhigang out of the yard and warned, "Don't come to my house, or else I won't be polite anymore."
Sun Zhigang ran away scared.
Mother Sun had been watching from the side and said, "The money your father earned to provide for his parents was mostly used up by him. Maybe when your father comes back this year, you could talk to him? Grandpa and grandma are frugal; they don't need much. You're growing, and next year you'll go to the city to attend junior high school, you'll need even more money."
Sun Shisheng nodded.
But the very next day, Sun Shisheng's grandmother came over personally. She always had a soft spot for her youngest son. After much cajoling, she ultimately convinced Mother Sun to part with ten thousand yuan.
After the grandmother left with a smile, Sun Shisheng said, "That Sun Zhigang... he's a bit too much."
Mother Sun sighed, "After all, we're family. Your grandmother came over personally. If I didn't give the money, it would cause a scene and everyone in town would know, which wouldn't be good for our reputation."
She then added, "Also, how should you address your uncle?"
Sun Shisheng replied, "Until he turns his life around, he doesn't deserve me calling him uncle."
Mother Sun shook her head; she knew her son was unusually precocious. He was growing quickly, strong and sturdy, with the strength of an ox. With Sun Zhiming away working, he had become the pillar of the household...
In the blink of an eye, the year's end arrived.