Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

"Good, you truly are my son. At such a young age, you've reached the level of a Grandmaster, with soul power reaching level twenty-four. Genius is no longer sufficient to describe you."

After returning to the small town, Sun Batian learned of this and was overjoyed.

Six years old, level twenty-four!

This is completely extraordinary!

Indeed, to become a powerful Soul Master, for common folks like them, mutation is necessary—the more extreme, the better.

"Father, I need more medical books, books about body training, books about herbs and the like." Sun Ming stated his request, "I have some ideas about how to enhance physical fitness. Once I figure out the key, I might be able to create a method to strengthen the body."

Sun Batian thought for a moment and said, "Father is useless and can't give you more information. If you want to obtain more data, you can only join an advanced academy."

"But I believe that with your talent, you will definitely be recognized by those noble academies."

"However, you're too young. I'm not at ease. Let's wait until you turn twelve, then directly join the higher academy. With your talent, those noble academies will compete to enroll you."

Sun Ming also understood that given the family circumstances, the only way to access more information is through those noble academies, but he's too young. If targeted by someone with ill intentions, it would be hard to handle.

In that case, it would be better to wait until he turns twelve.

Over the next year, Sun Ming filled his schedule to the brim, aside from necessary physiological activities, most of his time was dedicated to self-learning. He finally pioneered a method for body refinement.

Sun Ming called it the Spiritual Ape Body Refinement Technique.

It was created from a year's worth of exploration, summarizing the relationship between various Soul Masters' breathing and their internal organs, muscles, and skeleton, then based on his own mind-ape characteristics, he developed the body refinement method most suited for himself.

However, this method can also be practiced by others, and its adaptability is quite high.

After all, even if martial souls differ, the human body's structure isn't very different without the martial soul in effect, plus human and ape bodies are quite similar. Therefore, as long as one's mind is intact, anyone can cultivate it.

Nonetheless, when he passed this body refinement method to his parents, he made some adjustments specifically for their physiques, to ensure the best cultivation outcome.

And Sun Ming also obtained his third soul ring, a thirty-thousand-year-old Wooden Ape—a monkey that can control plants.

It can be said that the soul skills provided by these three soul rings to Sun Ming are all attribute-based support types: earth, water, and wood, allowing him to greatly enhance his strength in environments containing these three specific elements.

Thus, Sun Ming has plans for the next soul rings, needing fire and metal attributes, then one light and one dark, to likely adapt to all environments.

As for the final two, he would choose wind and lightning.

In this way, his mind-ape martial soul would gather all attributes!

Fortunately, after obtaining soul rings, Sun Ming never demonstrated them in front of outsiders, or else it would have surely caused a huge uproar.

At the age of seven, Sun Ming requested from Sun Batian to travel alone to the periphery of the Xingdou Great Forest to gain experience, personally to understand various plant medicinal properties, fight soul beasts, and hone self-created soul skills.

The so-called self-created soul skill doesn't rely on soul rings or soul bones for the skill.

To Sun Ming, the soul skills brought by his soul rings are not offensive but augmentative, and he heard that powerful titled Douluos all use self-created soul skills, while soul ring and soul bone skills are plentiful but seldom used.

Therefore, he intends to hone self-created soul skills through battles with soul beasts.

Moreover, his other martial soul can conveniently be used as a weapon.

However, initially, Sun Batian thought he was crazy and wanted to reprimand this ignorant boy, but after a fight, he realized he simply couldn't beat his son.

Though his own son is only level thirty-six, his body is small and incredibly agile, making it impossible to catch, and his son's strength in punching is astonishing.

He tentatively estimated that if the boy's full-force punch exploded, he as a Soul King might be shredded to pieces, or worse, be turned into mincemeat.

Is this a Soul Emperor?!

Nevertheless, after confirming Sun Ming's strength, Sun Batian agreed to his request, but he had to accompany him for reassurance.

Thus, father and son entered the Xingdou Great Forest.

Starting from thousand-year soul beasts to ten-thousand-year soul beasts, Sun Ming didn't unleash his martial soul, relying on that agile movement technique and seemingly limitless power, he pushed through everywhere.

But there was one thing he couldn't quite understand, which was after defeating soul beasts, his son wouldn't kill them but rather release them... it's known that soul beasts are valuable!

What a waste.

However, Sun Ming had his own explanation, which was he didn't need their soul rings; killing them was useless, and a waste, so better to release them.

Moreover, if soul beasts are killed indiscriminately, there will be no soul beasts in the future.

Sun Batian exclaimed in amazement.

This kind of consideration is usually only for major sects, Martial Soul Hall, etc. For common folk Soul Masters, especially soul hunting groups who live by hunting soul beasts, such thoughts don't usually occur.

It is even said that some Soulmasters have increased their killing intent by hunting thousand-year and ten-thousand-year soul beasts extensively, nurturing an invincible heart.

Upon hearing Sun Batian say this, a trace of disdain flashed in Sun Ming's eyes, and he blurted out, "If an invincible heart is forged through slaughter, then it must be extremely fragile. Defeated once, it will never rise again."

As soon as he spoke those words, Sun Ming was stunned.

Why did he say that?

Perhaps it was a spontaneous feeling, but he felt that this was his true self. In other words, his inner self believed that those who rely on slaughter to forge their strength are extremely fragile beings.

Sun Batian did not understand this, mistaking his son for being whimsical, saying, "Alright, alright, you're powerful, whatever you say goes, but after this half-year, you're close to level forty, right?"

"Thirty-ninth level, I should be able to break through in about half a month," Sun Ming replied.

"Tsk tsk, seven days from now is your birthday. Get a soul ring then—tsk, an eight-year-old Soullord! I can't even imagine it." Were it not for Xingdou Great Forest requiring constant vigilance of the surroundings, Sun Batian would have jumped with excitement.

"Rustle!"

The forest ahead suddenly trembled, a Winged Python over ten meters long emerged, its form twisted with injuries, roughly five hundred years cultivated.

This winged python, clearly desperate, arrived before Sun Ming, its fierce intent openly displayed, seeming intent on crashing into the two before it.

Sun Ming, sharp-eyed and quick-handed, moved like a wisp of willow in the wind, slightly sidestepping to avoid the winged python's charge, then immediately returned upright, using all his strength to collide with the python, sending it flying.

Then, with a few quick steps forward, he grasped its neck with one hand and stepped on its seven-inch spot, rendering it motionless.

"Swish!"

At that moment, an elder and a young girl emerged from behind the forest.

The elder had green hair, the young girl appeared around ten years old.

"This is the soul beast we were pursuing." The elder, surprised to see a child capture the Winged Python, remained calm, his voice somber.

"Here." Sun Ming generously handed over the python, "This python gave us quite a scare just now, and in the excitement, we captured it."

The elder raised his eyebrow, taking the python, saying, "The young man has skill. I intended to let my granddaughter hunt it herself, but it ran away. You managed to capture it instantly, truly impressive."

"It's nothing, I'm just a bit strong," Sun Ming assessed the elder, then glanced at the girl beside him, but only received a cold snort from her.

"This snake is very cunning, it's not just brute strength that can capture it." The elder pinched the snake's head, rendering it dying, handing it to the girl, "Kill it, absorb the soul ring."

"Yes, Grandpa." The girl was obedient, taking a dagger from her waist pouch, stabbing into the eye of the Winged Python, shattering its brain. Find this chapter's source on MV-LEM-PYR.

Immediately, a yellow soul ring appeared.

Sun Batian noticed the elder was not to be trifled with, saying, "Since Your granddaughter needs to absorb the soul ring, we father and son won't linger."

When others absorb soul rings, outsiders are best not to observe, except very close friends or those from the same academy, otherwise it's wise to retreat, lest trouble befall you.

"No problem, watching nearby is fine. I'm Dugu Bo, and I'm not worried someone will dare act while my granddaughter absorbs the soul ring," the elder revealed his name, shocking Sun Batian into cold sweats.

Is this the titled Douluo known as Poison?

Sun Batian cursed inwardly, rumors said Poison Douluo had a peculiar temper, unpredictable, what if he decides to kill them father and son, what then?

His son hadn't yet become a titled Douluo!

"Dad, no need to fret, I'm sure with Poison Douluo's dignity, he wouldn't stoop to harming us," Sun Ming reassured his father.

"That's not certain." Dugu Bo smiled coldly, "After all, I'm always unpredictable, I might decide to deal with you later."

"Senior, isn't that somewhat bullying? It wouldn't be good for your reputation if word got out," Sun Batian said.

"Hmph, you'll all die here, with no one to see, how would my reputation be affected? Besides, my reputation isn't good to begin with." Poison Douluo looked at Sun Ming, saying, "You're an interesting youngster, not afraid of me at all?"

Sun Ming replied, "The newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger."

"Ha, daring, but haven't you forgotten the next line: 'Grown up, afraid of wolves'?" For some reason, upon seeing this child, Dugu Bo wanted to chat a bit more, even joke, seemingly drawn by the boy's unparalleled amiability, compelling closeness.

A strange matter, could it be influenced by Martial Soul?

Since meeting this child, the toxins within him had stabilized somewhat, as if they no longer corroded his marrow... If this boy truly could suppress the Green Scaled Snake's venom, then becoming friends with Yan Yan might spare her the Martial Soul Venom's backlash.

"So, while my dad fears you, I am not afraid." Sun Ming said earnestly, even Dugu Bo found himself at a loss, feeling insane to joke with a seven or eight-year-old child.

But this seven or eight-year-old child could single-handedly capture a five-hundred-year-old Winged Python?

Truly remarkable.