Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

Tiandou Empire, Fassno Province.

Holy Spirit Village.

This is a village with more than three hundred households, surrounded by expanses of fertile farmland, all belonging to this small village.

It must be said, the environment here is blessed by nature.

Remote, yet peaceful.

Quiet, yet harmonious.

Almost every household has surplus grain, and the old village head is a great benevolent man. Although the villagers occasionally have minor disputes or even fights, today's quarrels are resolved by tomorrow, a common occurrence.

Compared to other villages, the people here live quite well.

"Hello, Jack, we are wandering travelers. May we stay here for a few days?" Sun Ming greeted the fifty-six-year-old village head with great respect.

"Travelers? Could it be that you are soul masters?"

Old Jack was pleasantly surprised and became more respectful.

The continent is fraught with danger, so anyone able to travel must be a soul master!

They must be treated well!

"We are indeed soul masters, but you don't have to be so polite. We just came from Xingluo Empire, and want to write down what we've seen and heard along the way, so we'd like to stay here for a few days," Sun Ming replied sincerely, "Please rest assured, we won't stay for free."

"No, no, no! Esteemed soul masters, I should call you 'sir.' You are too courteous!"

Old Jack was a bit flattered, as in the past when he visited Nuoding City and passed by the Martial Soul Hall, the guards there treated people dismissively. But now these young soul masters were very respectful to him, highlighting the contrast.

"Not necessary, elders first. Though we have greater strength than ordinary people, when it comes to farming, you are superior. The food we eat is still planted by you," Sun Ming said, causing Old Jack to feel delighted; such amiable soul masters were a first for him.

"Well... alright then." Old Jack sighed deeply, remembering something as he asked, "Do you agree with Master Simian's views?"

Dugu Yan glanced at Sun Ming and laughed, "That's right, we greatly respect his views. In terms of nobility, most soul masters don't match the achievements of ordinary people."

Old Jack repeatedly expressed his reluctance.

Even though soul masters have indeed become less disdainful of ordinary people over the past year or two, they still possess great power, and he cannot afford to say the wrong thing.

Sun Ming asked, "Have you read the books written by Master Simian?"

"No, after all, the people in our village are mostly uneducated; the most they can recognize are numbers. Otherwise, if they didn't know how much money they should receive for their grain, they'd have nowhere to seek justice if they were cheated,"

Old Jack chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I know these things because when going to Nuoding City with the young villagers to sell grain, I heard some residents praising Master Simian for rebuking the emperors of the two great empires for the common people... As for the details, I have no idea."

"So, I keep what I've heard in mind and also tell the young villagers to remember it, lest they embellish stories, talk nonsense, and get overheard by soul masters in Nuoding City—"

"By the way, you two look rather tall, but your faces seem somewhat youthful; are you very young?"

"If I'm asking something I shouldn't, just pretend I didn't say it."

Sun Ming replied with a smile, "It's not really a secret, but it is the first time someone has asked about our age... I'm eleven this year, she's twelve."

"So young?" Old Jack was surprised but soon understood, age cannot be judged for soul masters.

"Ambition isn't limited by age," Sun Ming said boldly.

"Yes, that's reasonable, but I'm really too old now, lacking the vitality of youth. I just hope that more children with soul power emerge from the village in the future so that they can become soul masters, which would be a great blessing," Old Jack sighed, knowing in his heart that Martial Souls are inherited from parents, and the chance of soul power appearing is very slim.

Being the head of the village, Old Jack naturally arranged for the two of them to stay at his house and provided them with two kerosene lamps.

During dinner, Old Jack invited the two to join him, where they met Old Jack's three sons, a daughter-in-law, and a six-year-old grandson at the dining table.

Only the eldest son was married and had a child, while the second and youngest sons were still unattached, mainly because there were no suitable girls in the village.

As for the neighboring village... the nearest village was ten miles away from Holy Spirit Village, and furthermore, any good girls would naturally first be chosen by their own village.

Girls from Nuoding City were even less likely, not considering these rural folks at all.

The grandson couldn't be described as chubby, but was stronger than others in the village. As the head of the village, they had the most farmland, ensuring that the grandson had sufficient food to eat.

At that moment, the child was staring intently at the meat soup on the dining table, completely oblivious to the two strangers at the table.

It seems even as the village head's grandson, one doesn't get to eat meat often.

"Esteemed soul masters, these are our best dishes. Please don't mind their simplicity," Jack said nervously, worried that the soul masters, accustomed to delicacies, might find his home-cooked meals lacking and perceive it as neglect.

"Certainly not, home-cooked meals have their own charm," Sun Ming replied, noticing the family's stiffness. He took Jack's bowl and first served him rice, then Jack's grandson, and Jack's three sons and one daughter-in-law. Lastly, he served Dugu Yan and himself.

"We are guests; it's right to follow the host's lead. Besides, when traveling across the continent, we've eaten dry rations. This feast is more than delightful."

Jack sighed with relief, picked up his utensils, and his three sons and daughter-in-law started eating as well.

During the meal, Sun Ming casually brought up topics of interest or amusement, like farming, weeding, and catching snails and turtles in paddy fields.

Gradually, the family felt the atmosphere become much more pleasant, and eventually, the three sons shared stories of catching tortoises and lobsters in the fields.

For the moment, everyone found the two young soul masters quite endearing.

After the meal, Sun Ming and Dugu Yan helped with the dishes. Although the eldest son's wife felt a bit awkward, she joined in their insistence, and eventually, the three sons joined as well.

After washing the dishes, Sun Ming took some fruit out from his soul-guide device, his method of conjuring amazed everyone, prompting admiration of soul master tactics with a tinge of veneration.

Yet the fresh fruit left the three sons, daughter-in-law, and the child salivating in anticipation.

"Go ahead, help yourselves," Sun Ming encouraged.

Right after, Sun Ming looked back, noticing Jack packing some food. He wasn't putting it in a wooden bucket but in a lunch box instead, likely not for feeding animals, prompting him to ask, "Old village chief, what's this for?"

"There's a blacksmith nearby, moved here six years ago, and brought a baby along," Jack sighed nostalgically. "If he weren't the only one able to forge in the village, sparing us trips to Nuoding City, I wouldn't bother with him—"

"That fellow is lazy, drunk and asleep all day. He spends almost all money earned from crafting farm tools to buy alcohol."

"It's his son who suffers for it."

"His son is sensible. At two or three years old, he began doing laundry and cooking for him. But he doesn't care for his son; if I didn't deliver food to him, he'd probably starve."

Dugu Yan frowned, "Is there such a father?"

"Who wouldn't call it so?" Jack continued packing, "When he first arrived with his son, stunned and dazed, wounded—likely, a soul master took away his wife, so he fled with his son... ahem, I took pity on him, seeing his skill at blacksmithing, and arranged the forge shop for him." UploadedbytheM|V|L(EMPYR)team.

"Who knew he'd end up in despair, possibly due to his wife being taken, lacking the strength of a soul master, constantly dejected."

"I once considered setting him up with a kind widow... everyone needs to carry on, right? He has a son to raise too..."

"But they haven't gone far before she was driven away."

"Originally, I intended for my second son and the widow to hit it off, yet she returned home, likely provoked."

Sun Ming glanced toward the nearby forge through the window, observing the silhouettes of a grown-up and child.

No soul master power?

Clearly, a Title Douluo!

Moreover, inside that six-year-old child, soul power exists; its circulation is conventional, suitable for most, allowing growth to Title Douluo level.

The only issue is that this circulation method can't directly link to a martial soul. Upon awakening, his martial soul will draw upon cultivated soul power alone.

If only adhering to this conventional soul power method without martial soul cultivation, adding soul rings merely to continue progression, theoretically, the child might achieve the nine white soul ring Title Douluo level.

Yet having martial soul unused equals a mountain of gold unexploited, in lieu of coveting a few copper soul coins elsewhere.

While possessing potent Self-Created Soul Skills, his potential won't suffer, albeit martial soul plus soul rings also aid soul masters in bodily and soul power enhancement, saving significant time.

Jack departed with the packed lunch, not taking any fruit, since it's Sun Ming's, feeling embarrassed about sending it along...

...

"Little San, I brought you some food," Jack announced, pulling apart the curtain, placing the iron lunchbox on the table, revealing white rice, some greens, and two pieces of pork inside.

"Thank you, Grandpa Jack," Little San accepted the lunchbox, gazing at its contents, curiously asking, "Grandpa Jack, are you eating so well today?"

"Two soul masters arrived in the village, I hosted them, so I cooked the meat we usually reserve till the very end. Two pieces were left, I brought them for you," Jack kindly patted Tang San's head, noticing Tang Hao emerging from his rear bedroom, bearded, hair messy, reeking of alcohol and sweat, gaze dwindling flat.