I will be stronger after the remake

Zhou Canglan nodded, manipulated the water flow to lift the screen, and quickly headed northwest. Upon arriving at his destination, he searched the surroundings for any suspicious stones.

However, after searching for more than an hour, the two still found nothing.

Zhou Canglan's patience gradually wore thin, and he couldn't help but question, "Are you sure it's here?"

Tang Ping was also somewhat unsure, so he took out the dragon scales and performed divination several times, but the result was still the same. He said with certainty, "Unless there is a Buddhist spiritualist or a demon who is proficient in this area who has set up a misleading method, the Qiantang Dragon King is right here."

"But there are no suitable hiding places nearby. Even based on its shrunk size yesterday, there are only a dozen or so places that it can hide, and I just confirmed them."

Half anxious and half angry, Zhou Canglan manipulated the water flow to envelop the dozen or so suspicious objects, including huge dead trees and abandoned fishing boats, and crushed them into dust.

"Shrunk size..."

After pondering for a moment, Tang Ping said, "Yesterday we did see the Qiantang Dragon King shrink to about the size of a python, but is it possible that that wasn't its limit, and that it could actually become even smaller?"

Zhou Canglan was taken aback, then manipulated a large amount of river water to rush into the air. With a "boom", it turned into rain and burst out, covering an area of ​​300 meters in radius. He closed his eyes and conducted a more detailed search.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, a sharp glint in them: "Found it!"

He immediately reached out and grabbed it. With a loud bang, a rock the size of a washbasin on the shore exploded, and a figure the size of a loach flew out from it.

"We were actually tricked by a beast!" Zhou Canglan laughed angrily. "Yesterday it deliberately shrunk to the size of a python to mislead us into thinking that it could only shrink to that size. I treated it as an NPC, and it treated me as an idiot. If it weren't for your cleverness, it would have really fooled us."

As he spoke, he manipulated the water flow to launch a fierce attack, seemingly to vent his anger.

Tang Pingxin sighed inwardly. The monsters in the Illusionary Realm only showed their ability to follow the "code" when it came to the underlying logic. They were not NPCs who actually acted according to the program. They also had intelligence, could think, and knew how to use tricks.

"You juniors have truly gone too far in bullying the dragon!"

Overwhelmed with grief and rage, the Dragon King of Qiantang revealed his true form, his hoarse roar shaking down rocks from the cliff face as he fought back with all his might.

Zhou Canglan sneered, pressing his palms towards the sky. The waters of the Qiantang River surged back, condensing in the air into a giant, transparent hand that blotted out the sky, with a vortex inside.

The giant hand slammed down with the force of thunder. The Dragon King hastily unleashed his dragon breath to defend himself. The two forces collided, unleashing a deafening roar.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the Dragon King of Qiantang was seen pressed firmly against the cliff face, with a huge palm print on the hard rock surface.

"Let go of me!"

The Qiantang Dragon King twisted its body with all its might, using up its remaining spiritual power. A dark blue blade of energy condensed on its dragon claws, which it slashed fiercely at the giant hand joint. However, the injuries from yesterday had not healed at all, and the intense pain from the wounds made its movements noticeably slower.

Zhou Canglan seized the opportunity to manipulate the water flow to dodge the air blades, then tightened the restraints, pulling his opponent off the cliff and slamming him heavily onto the beach.

"I spared your life yesterday, and you still dare to resist today?"

Zhou Canglan descended slowly on the water steps, the water mist surrounding him transforming into chains that bound the Dragon King's body, recreating yesterday's ending.

The exchange was very short. After all, the Dragon King of Qiantang was still recovering from his injuries and seemed to realize that he could not defeat Zhou Canglan. He did not show much fighting spirit, and his performance just now was more like a statement of his position, proving that he had not given in.

Subsequently, Tang Ping and Zhou Canglan once again delivered the same awkward performance as yesterday, their acting skills rivaling those of popular young idols.

The Dragon King of Qiantang was extremely frustrated. If he weren't in such a precarious situation, he would have loved to yell, "Can't you put a little more effort into your performance?" But he was at the mercy of others, and could only respond with the expression of an old man looking at his phone.

However, it also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, at least its life was safe today.

Sure enough, after Tang Ping and Zhou Canglan finished their awkward performance, they released the Dragon King of Qiantang.

After waiting for a few minutes, Zhou Canglan asked curiously, "Has there been any improvement?"

Tang Ping shook her head.

Zhou Canglan had already reached a conclusion in his heart, but he comforted her by saying, "Don't rush, wait a little longer."

After waiting for another ten minutes or so, Tang Ping said, "It seems this method won't work. He Fengsheng is right. The cause is also part of the 'trace.' Only a spur-of-the-moment idea can succeed. It's easier to consider the cause and effect in Buddhism."

He wasn't particularly disappointed, since he had already guessed this would be the outcome yesterday; he was just trying his luck.

Moreover, knowing which methods are ineffective is itself a valuable piece of intelligence.

"What a pity... I should have killed that dragon earlier. At least I could have gotten some Dao Seeds instead of leaving empty-handed."

Zhou Canglan sighed briefly, but too lazy to continue hunting the Qiantang Dragon King, he decided to spare his life.

……

During the winter break, Tang Ping returned to his hometown to spend the Spring Festival with his father.

Since they had no other relatives besides their uncle's family, the father and son spent the entire Spring Festival in great comfort and ease.

Although Tang Ping recognized Yu Saifeng as her godmother, she should have paid a visit, but Yu Saifeng had called beforehand to say that she was too busy with Spring Festival affairs to entertain them and that they didn't need to come. The two of them were happy to stay home and rest.

However, on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, the Yu family mother and daughter took the initiative to visit relatives.

"I only said you don't need to come, I didn't say I wouldn't come."

Before Tang Zheng could ask anything, Yu Saifeng cut him off with a single sentence. Then she looked around the house where the two of them lived and said with a look of disgust, "Although old houses should be antique, antique does not mean dilapidated. At least repair it."

Tang Zheng chuckled and explained, "We don't usually live here, and we only come back a few times a year. There's no point in repairing it; in fact, it would attract thieves. Besides, preserving its original appearance has more value in terms of memories. It can be called our old home. If it's repaired, it will just be a place to live."

“I can’t understand it,” Yu Saifeng shook her head, “but you’re always stubborn about certain things, and this isn’t the first time. Let’s just respect that for now.”

On the other side, Yu Shujiang, probably never having been to the real countryside before, was full of curiosity about the surrounding scenery. She looked here and there, her hair tied into a ponytail with a hairband. A few strands of hair at the end trembled slightly in the mountain wind, revealing a section of fair and smooth skin on the back of her neck, which shone with a pearly soft light in the sunlight.

The villagers were also very curious about this young lady, and they would often cast curious glances at her. After all, putting aside her designer clothes, her temperament was completely different from that of the locals.

Having received strict etiquette training, Yu Shujiang always kept her back straight, like a bamboo branch inserted in a celadon vase. Even when wrapped in heavy winter clothes, she still exuded an air of otherworldly wealth and had a figure that was clearly superior to that of her peers.

"Aren't your slogans a bit too depressing?" Yu Shujiang suddenly pointed to a slogan on a wall and read aloud, "No challenge, afraid of victory, trapped, trapped, trapped, trapped. Is a culture of despair becoming popular in rural areas now?"

Tang Ping was speechless. Even if he wanted to save face for the other party, he also had to consider the feelings of the villagers and not be slandered for no reason. So he explained, "You misread the order. It is clearly about not being afraid of difficulties, challenging difficulties, and overcoming difficulties."

"what?"

Yu Shujiang realized what was happening, and her face instantly turned bright red.

"Pfft hahaha..."

Most others would have to give this distinguished guest some face and wouldn't laugh at her to her face, at most they would just laugh secretly, but Yu Saifeng didn't have such concerns and laughed out loud.

"mom!"

Yu Shujiang was so ashamed that she stomped her feet.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t making fun of you… well, not just making fun of you, but also because it reminded me of a similar mistake I made in the past, and I made a fool of myself in public,” Yu Saifeng explained.

"You've made this kind of silly mistake before?"

Yu Shujiang found it hard to imagine, after all, in her memory her mother had always been a shrewd, capable, and courageous woman.

"That was a long time ago, when I first went to college..."

Yu Saifeng did not continue speaking, but only showed a reminiscing expression.

Since the elders refused to reveal their dark past, the younger generation had no choice but to suppress their curiosity and continue taking Yu Shujiang for a stroll.

Once they reached a secluded pavilion, Yu Shujiang suddenly said, "The Psychic Management Bureau informed me that my spiritual factor has reached the standard, allowing me to become a psychic, and there's even a chance to awaken a unique spiritual personality. What do you think I should choose?"

Chapter 194 Accidental Encounter

Logically speaking, it's best not to offer any advice on matters involving personal safety. If you have a good relationship with the person involved, you can help analyze the pros and cons of different options and then let the person make the decision themselves.

The reason is simple: once you give advice, it means you are responsible for it, and if the other person encounters setbacks or difficulties in the future, they will blame you.

This is human nature; shirking responsibility is the instinct of most people, regardless of how good or bad their relationship is.

However, after thinking it over, Tang Ping decided to offer her advice frankly.

After all, his godmother Yu Saifeng had been incredibly good to him, and he should repay her with sincerity, both morally and logically.

He said, "Give me a few strands of hair."

Although the psychic training base must have tested Yu Shujiang, as an official member, Tang Ping knew very well that the level of official psychics was just so-so, not necessarily better than his. It was normal for them to be careless and make some basic mistakes.

The world is a giant makeshift organization. Those organizations and teams that seem to have prestigious titles may be filled with people who have connections to gain seniority, or incompetent people who have used their overseas education to gild their resumes.

Yu Shujiang didn't ask any questions and readily plucked three strands of hair and handed them to Tang Ping.

Tang Ping activated his spiritual power to "see karma," and by gently twisting a strand of hair between his fingers, he obtained information about Yu Shujiang.

Spirituality can interfere with the accuracy of divination-type psychic abilities, and this technique is much less effective when used on psychics. However, Yu Shujiang is currently only an unawakened quasi-psychic, so the interference is minimal.

Tang Ping confirmed several times before speaking, "The most suitable and useful one for you is the Immortal Spirit Rank. Your spiritual factor activity is indeed close to reaching the minimum requirement for awakening uniqueness. Just wait about another week and you will meet the standard."

Yu Shujiang asked in confusion, "Immortal lineage? Isn't it the Taoist lineage?"

Tang Ping was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Who told you it was a Taoist lineage?"

Yu Shujiang honestly replied, "That's what the instructors at the psionic training base, who are responsible for assessing the qualifications of new recruits, said."

Worried that she might have made a mistake, Tang Ping asked Yu Shujiang to pluck a few more strands of hair to confirm again. The result was still the same: the most suitable person for her was undoubtedly the immortal type. Tang Ping was speechless for a moment.

The moment they suspected it was a makeshift operation, facts proved their suspicions right away—it's almost too accurate!

"How could you get something so basic wrong?"

If the psychic world didn't use talent as the sole entry criterion, he would have suspected that the instructor had been specially recruited.

"Perhaps he's mistaken; he's confused other people's results with mine." Yu Shujiang didn't think much of it.

"The results are usually given on the spot, so there's no chance of confusion. And normally, the calculations are checked several times. Even if someone is not capable enough, if the results of two calculations are different, they will realize something is wrong and will entrust the task to someone else. This kind of evaluation, which concerns someone's entire life, cannot be treated casually. The organization must have established strict rules and procedures..."

Tang Ping felt increasingly uneasy as she spoke. After a moment's thought, she decided it was better to be safe than sorry and decided to report her to someone first.

He took out his phone, opened his contacts, and was about to dial Lingchong's number when he hesitated for a moment and decided to contact Guitaxi instead.

From a power standpoint, it might be more convenient to ask Ling Chong to handle this matter, but he is now a member of the Public Security Section, and there is no reason for him to bypass his own department head and go to another leader, even if the other party has a personal relationship with him.

Tang Ping is not a pure college student who is completely ignorant of social etiquette.

The call connected quickly. Tang Ping had just greeted them and hadn't even gotten to the point when the other end responded enthusiastically, "Happy New Year! Haha, it's rare to have a colleague call me during the Spring Festival. Duan Jie and Xiang Yun should learn from you. Even if they don't send greetings to their superiors during holidays, they should at least send a text message, or even a group text."

Tang Ping felt embarrassed. If it weren't for something important, he probably wouldn't have made that call.

Ultimately, unless someone is particularly ambitious, most civil servants won't greet their superiors on holidays. Meeting them during work hours is annoying enough; it's best to treat each other like complete strangers after get off work.

Not to mention, psionicists value ability and performance more than promotion from superiors; the leader's opinion is not that important.

To avoid an awkward situation for both parties, Tang Ping first chatted with Gui Taxi about some pointless nonsense before mentioning the situation Yu Shujiang was facing.

"...You suspect that the instructors at the psionic training base who are responsible for assessing the talents of new recruits are problematic?"

Gui Taxi had already guessed why Tang Ping had made this call, but for now he could only pretend not to know and awkwardly switch to a businesslike tone.

"Well, although it's very likely that I'm being paranoid, or it might just be a careless mistake, the other party's position is extremely important, so we have to be cautious. I think it's necessary to confirm."

"What you said makes sense. I understand. I will report this to my superiors and have someone investigate and confirm it. I will let you know when I have the results."

Gui Taxi hung up the phone.

Since it wasn't a face-to-face conversation, Tang Ping didn't know if the other party had taken the matter to heart, but that was all he could do for now.

"Next, just wait for the notification. Regarding your situation, my suggestion is to awaken the uniqueness. Because the number of immortal Dao seeds is very small, it is almost impossible for you to get one. Choosing other types of Dao seeds will only hinder your development. Awakening the uniqueness does not require a Dao seed, and the awakened spirit will most likely be the type most suitable for you."

After listening, Yu Shujiang nodded and said, "I'll listen to you, Brother Tang."

Tang Ping's scalp tightened, and he quickly said, "Don't call me that, it sounds like you're a Tang master. Anyway, we're not that far apart in age, either call me by my name or call me brother."

"Oh."

Tang Ping didn't know what Yu Shujiang meant by "oh," but she was too lazy to ask and continued to lead the other woman around the village.

Upon arriving at the village's only public toilet, Yu Shujiang glanced at the sign erected at the entrance and read it with a puzzled expression: "Toilet paper is no longer available. Please be prepared before using it." What exactly does "be prepared" mean?

Tang Ping pondered, "It might refer to a powerful mind."

Yu Shujiang nodded seriously and said, "Indeed, if your mind isn't strong enough, you probably won't even be able to leave the toilet."

After saying that, he couldn't keep a straight face and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I thought rural people would be very practical, but I didn't expect them to be so witty and humorous."

"This is nothing. Times have changed a lot. Nowadays, even rural people can use their phones to watch short videos. The information gap has been further weakened, and they know things they should and shouldn't know."

Tang Ping led Yu Shujiang forward to the village's cultural wall. Every wall was covered with slogans, and below each slogan were several lines of crooked, small characters.

Yu Shujiang first went to the cultural wall inscribed with the word "Courage and Courage" and carefully read the words on it:

"When everyone is arguing, don't be indecisive, because everyone else is an idiot and you are the only one who is awesome and capable."

"The language that builds confidence—fuck, fuck, go to hell, those words are powerful;"

"Often going back on your word and overturning decisions you've already made—that's what it feels like to be in power. It gives you confidence and a sense of victory."

After reading it, she was both amused and exasperated, saying, "Putting everything else aside, the last point is wrong, isn't it? How can someone be so fickle and uncertain, and yet still confident and victorious?"

Tang Ping sighed, "In some time and space, a stock market guru-level US president would prove the value of this statement."