I will be stronger after the remake

Rudolf recognized his opponent's identity, stopped attacking, and instead started a conversation.

Yang Tianhui scoffed: "The Lord's will? Where is the Lord? When did He convey His will? Why haven't I heard it? Or do you think you can represent the Lord?"

“I cannot speak for the Lord, but the act of protecting pagans is undoubtedly contrary to the Lord’s will. ‘If either we or an angel from heaven preach to you a gospel other than the one we preached to you, let them be accursed.’ It is our duty to curse pagans.”

"The premise is that your gospel is orthodox and others' gospels are heretical. But how can you prove that your gospel is orthodox? If the truth is exactly the opposite, then you are the one who should be cursed."

Rudolf, hearing that there was hope, said in a gentle tone: "In this day and age, heretical gods deceive the people and usurp the faith. As fellow earthly agents of the Lord, we should be tolerant of each other, put down our weapons, and join hands to deal with the heretics first, so as to be worthy of the Lord's grace."

Yang Tianhui said thoughtfully, "That sounds somewhat reasonable, but I've heard that your Western religion has no freedom whatsoever, only excludes dissidents, and wants to destroy other people's bodies whenever it hears a different voice."

Rudolf angrily retorted, "That's a shameless slander! The Eastern government is worried that you'll turn to the Lord, so they're deliberately spreading lies and mudslinging. Whether you're Catholic, Orthodox, Protestant, or any other obscure denomination, as long as you're willing to bask in the Lord's light, we treat you all equally."

"Oh, you really can tolerate sharp voices?"

"Of course, the Lord's heart is infinitely broad and can accommodate different voices. No matter how sharp they are, they cannot hurt us in the slightest. The land of the East is not the place for us angels to dwell. The paradise of the West is our true home. I hereby promise that as long as you are willing to return, there will be a place for you before the Lord's throne."

Yang Tianhui was tempted and said, "Okay, I've had enough of the lack of ambition here. They keep talking about the kingly way, but they're actually cowards. As long as you're willing to acknowledge my belief in the God Worshipping Society, I'll go with you."

"Of course, since you believe in God, there's nothing wrong with worshipping God... um?"

The omniscient psychic automatically gathered information about the God-Worshipping Society for Rudolf.

—The true God who created all is God, and all, regardless of rank, should worship Him with reverence. Heavenly Father God is shared by all, and the world is one family, a tradition passed down from ancient times. From Pangu to the Three Dynasties, rulers and people alike revered the Supreme Heaven.

—All men under heaven are brothers, and God sees them all as his children.

—God is an Easterner.

Jesus was the elder brother, and I was the younger son.

—God is the Father, Jesus is the Brother, and I am the King.

Rudolf gave a look as if he had eaten curry that tasted like shit. So your title "Holy Maiden" is the Holy Maiden corresponding to "Father, Son, and Holy Spirit"?

Why don't you call yourself Heavenly Maiden?

What kind of bullshit search engine is this? It claims that "Holy Maiden" is the title of the daughter of a gang leader in a famous Eastern martial arts novel, and is revered by unorthodox heroes.

It was after reading this explanation that he concluded Yang Tianhui might harbor resentment towards the Chinese government and was worth trying to win over.

To my utter surprise, the other party actually claimed to be Jesus' aunt, which is even more outrageous than Hong Xiuquan, the founder of the God Worshipping Society. Hong Xiuquan only wanted to be Jesus' brother!

Such remarks are unacceptable to believers of any sect, and there is no room for discussion.

Rudolf remained expressionless, manipulating his six-winged angel to slash at the enemy with a lightsaber, and shouted sternly, "Heretics, shall be punished!"

Yang Tianhui quickly dodged, and at the same time said jokingly, "Isn't it said that the Lord has an incredibly broad mind and can tolerate different voices?"

"Your voice is too shrill!"

Rudolf activated the psionic "Heavenly Fire Judgment," summoning a low-temperature holy flame from the void to purify evil spirits and burn souls. Under normal circumstances, its power was enough to melt a small city. At this moment, suppressed by the Bagua Formation, it was weakened to only half its original strength, but it was still able to defeat Yang Tianhui.

In terms of combat ability, Seraphim are already superior to Cherubim, not to mention that Rudolf also possesses the unique spiritual personality "Michael". He is one of the seven angels before the throne and one of the four archangels. The only two angel names mentioned in the Old Testament are Michael and Gabriel.

Yang Tianhui dared not be careless. She controlled the four wings of the Cherubim spirit to close forward, and the wings released light to form a protective shield, which was the same psionic energy "God's Protection" that Rudolf had used before.

Not only that, she also activated the power of the Eight Trigrams Furnace to further enhance her defenses.

The holy flames poured down, only to be dissolved layer by layer, creating ripples on the protective wing shield. The shockwaves caused the cherubim's spirit to tremble violently, but ultimately it failed to break through.

After barely managing to block the attack, Yang Tianhui did not switch from defense to offense, but continued to strengthen her defense. As she activated her spiritual energy, four angelic clones formed from light appeared beside her. Each clone held a radiant staff and exuded a powerful aura. They were linked together to form a shield array.

Seeing this, Rudolf became even more agitated. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and the Seraphim spirit behind him instantly burst out with dazzling light. Countless golden light blades shot out from the void, forming a howling storm.

The Light Blade Storm advanced with unstoppable force, breaking through defensive barriers one after another and annihilating the Archangel's clones. However, it was weakened by 30% with each layer it broke through, and after eliminating three clones, it was powerless to do anything more.

After catching her breath, Yang Tianhui absorbed the energy from the Eight Trigrams Furnace and summoned her clone again, setting up a shield formation.

Looking at the Lightfeather Fortress that was stubbornly defending against him, Rudolf finally gave up. His opponent clearly intended to use the formation to wear him down and had no intention of winning. He just wanted to drag it out for as long as possible.

Unfortunately, the Light Spirit type is least adept at internal fighting. Both possess top-tier Light resistance, making it difficult to achieve a quick victory unless there is an absolute difference in strength.

"Alas, I am no match for others in wisdom and have been outmaneuvered. I can only hope that Suzaku's advancement will fail."

……

Inside the Tai Chi formation.

Feng Yingying was eager to leave, so she waved her hand and struck out a swastika palm print towards the magic array in the sky.

Tang Ping arrived with a shield made from the Water Spirit Orb, blocking the palm print. Although her blood and qi were churning from the shock, she still managed to block it.

"Get out of my way, I don't want to fight you."

Feng Yingying earnestly advised.

"I don't want to fight you either, but I can't help it. We're on different sides. I don't expect to defeat you, who has already advanced to the fourth level. Let's stall for as long as we can." Tang Ping calmly refused.

"We cannot allow Gu Linglong to advance to the fifth level, otherwise the world will be destroyed. I am not joking, nor am I lying to trick you into moving aside."

"...You didn't lie, but that doesn't mean what you said is the truth. Your stance is unclear right now, so I can't trust you."

Seeing that Tang Ping wouldn't budge an inch, Feng Yingying sighed.

Time was of the essence, and she didn't want to explain any further. Just as she was about to force her way through, she suddenly heard a loud bang. The Nine Nether Dragon Locking Formation had shattered, and the heavily injured and unconscious Fu Zhengyi flew out from it.

Upon seeing this, Tang Ping manipulated the Water Spirit Orb to transform into a halberd, intending to pierce through the opponent. Suddenly, a palm struck through the air, forcing him to dodge. Turning his head, he saw Feng Yingying blocking his way and pulling Fu Zhengyi to her side.

"You were in a hurry to leave, yet you still tried to save him, so you're also a member of the Spiritual Progress Research Association?"

Tang Ping frowned.

"Your girlfriend is seriously injured, aren't you going to care about her?"

Feng Yingying glanced at him and saw that in the center of the Nine Nether Dragon Locking Formation, Yuan Ji, covered in blood, stood motionless, holding a halberd, and it was unclear whether he was still conscious.

“I believe she will be fine.” Tang Ping was not distracted at all, and did not even turn her head to look. “Now you have an extra burden, which makes it even more difficult for you to get away.”

Helpless, Feng Yingying formed a hand seal and summoned a ten-meter-tall Heavenly King image, then punched Tang Ping.

Tang Ping deftly dodged the attack and then cast a series of spells to summon water arrows and thorns to hinder Feng Yingying's escape. She said, "Although you have advanced to the fourth level, you are not a combat-oriented type. It will not be easy for you to get rid of me."

Feng Yingying was aware of this as well. Her spiritual abilities were good at healing, divination, dispelling curses, and bestowing blessings, but she was not good at fighting. Although she was not necessarily unable to defeat a third-level spiritualist who had no elemental advantage, it would take her a lot of time, especially when she was restricted by the Tai Chi Formation, and the power of her spiritual techniques was less than half of what it usually was.

She could only try to negotiate: "Although our positions are not the same, they are not opposites. Please believe me, I really want to save the world and let humanity live a little longer."

Tang Ping coldly replied, "You can't convince me with empty words. Besides, from the moment you appeared and broke down Leifeng Pagoda, you have no credibility left. Moreover, I have many questions I want to ask you."

Their gazes met, and Tang Ping activated her psionic ability "Illusory Eyes" to alter her perception, but it was blocked by a powerful spiritual force.

"Mental illusions are useless against me."

As Feng Yingying spoke, she raised her palm above her head, and her abundant spiritual power condensed into a sacred white lotus flower, which continued to expand. It was clear that she intended to rely on her spiritual power foundation to forcibly defeat Tang Ping and finish the battle quickly, without wanting to delay any longer.

Tang Ping laughed and said, "Not necessarily. In fact, it has already taken effect. It is indeed very difficult to directly tamper with the consciousness of a fourth-level psychic, but through accumulation and subtle influence, it is still possible to tamper with some less important cognitions. Have you forgotten how I often went to the psychic training base to ask you about psychic arts a while ago?"

"Well!?"

Feng Yingying sensed something was wrong, but before she could act, "Fu Zhengyi," who should have been unconscious, raised his hand and delivered a stab, using his internal energy to pierce through her lower abdomen.

In pain and anger, she struck "Fu Zhengyi" with a palm strike. "Fu Zhengyi" disintegrated into the wind, dodging the attack, and then coalesced around Tang Ping.

Strongly questioning and revising her understanding, Feng Yingying looked closely and realized that the other party was not Fu Zhengyi at all, but Yuan Ji. Turning her head to look at the "Yuan Ji" who was standing in the same spot, she found that Fu Zhengyi was actually there, and he was already dead, just a corpse.

Tang Ping said, "Now you have time to explain to us slowly."

Chapter 150 Failed Creation

Tang Ping isn't the type to ignore well-intentioned reminders and then regret not taking them seriously after the fact.

Since Feng Maimai warned him to be careful of her sister, he naturally had to take some precautions. So he used the excuse of asking her about spiritual arts to visit Feng Yingying at the spiritual energy training base every few days.

Tang Ping was unaware that Feng Yingying had advanced to the fourth level. Considering that Feng Maimai had not given a specific reason, it was possible that her concerns stemmed from some kind of misunderstanding. He couldn't really push her to become an enemy, so he only used the most superficial psychological suggestion that would not arouse any vigilance—ignoring the abnormality in Yuan Ji.

This level of influence doesn't even qualify as altering perceptions. After all, even the easiest form of alteration, "substitution of similarity," is far more difficult. It's not about making Feng Yingying forget Yuan Ji, nor about treating others as Yuan Ji, or treating Yuan Ji as someone else; it's simply about not paying too much attention to Yuan Ji.

Even a powerful fourth-tier psionicist can fall victim to it; "Illusory Eyes" is a psionic ability that is easier to use on allies than on enemies.

After Yuan Ji used the Nine Nether Dragon Locking Formation to kill Fu Zhengyi, she used the spiritual energy "Tiger-shaped Substitute" to transform Fu Zhengyi into herself, while she transformed into Fu Zhengyi's appearance through the Wind Spirit Body.

Of course, she wasn't good at the art of transformation. If someone were familiar with Fu Zhengyi, they would easily see that something was wrong. From his height and weight to his eyebrows and nose, everything was different from the real Fu Zhengyi. But Feng Yingying wasn't familiar with Fu Zhengyi to begin with, and she was influenced by Tang Ping's suggestion, so she subconsciously ignored it.

"Fu Zhengyi was ambitious, but he died at the hands of his own fellow disciples who thought he had fallen from grace. If he knew this in the afterlife, he would surely feel very aggrieved."

Feng Yingying sighed softly and looked away.

Tang Ping, alert and wary, said, "Judging from your tone, it seems you still have no intention of explaining the reason."

"This minor injury is nothing. For me now, bringing the dead back to life is a bit difficult, but restoring flesh and bone is a piece of cake."

Feng Yingying reached out and brushed her hand across her lower abdomen, and the bowl-sized wound healed instantly.

The next moment, a burst of gusts of wind burst forth from her body, tearing open her wounds again and causing blood to splatter, which startled her.

Yuan Ji kindly explained, "Residual energy is a common setting in fantasy novels. It took me a lot of effort to master this technique."

Feng Yingying was silent for a while, then sincerely praised, "Your talent in martial arts is truly amazing. In the past, it was your spiritual level that limited your potential."

Yuan Ji, holding his halberd, said, "You flatter me. Now, with two against one, do you think you have a chance of winning?"

Feng Yingying glanced at it and said with certainty, "Although you tried your best to hide it, your injuries are not light. It's just that they can't be seen in the elemental form. Moreover, your spiritual power has been greatly depleted. It's hard to say whether you can even exert 30% of your strength."

Yuan Ji retorted without backing down, "Then let's give it a try."

Contrary to her gentle and intellectual appearance, Crystal Fung's attitude was unexpectedly tough, and she immediately entered a state of deep spiritual resonance.

She stood on a golden lotus, slowly floating into the air. The Buddhist light around her grew stronger and stronger, and a golden Buddhist wheel appeared above her head. Sanskrit characters on the wheel flickered, radiating endless wisdom. Her Dharma image was surrounded by layers of golden lotuses, the petals of which were crystal clear. Each petal exuded a peaceful yet powerful aura, sweeping away the surrounding darkness.

“The resonance of a human-shaped spirit is much simpler than that of a non-human spirit, and it does not require any restraint or preparation.”

Having never seen a psychic with a humanoid spirit resonance before, Tang Ping was amazed that he could gain unexpected knowledge in this situation. He immediately dared not be careless and also entered the state of spirit resonance, transforming into a handsome and extraordinary fox demon.

At this moment, Feng Yingying raised her hand and a dazzling swastika-shaped halo appeared in her palm. Mysterious patterns flowed across the surface of the halo, and inside it seemed to contain a small universe, with countless stars twinkling and the light so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

Even without making a move, Tang Ping and Yuan Ji realized that this move was extraordinary and couldn't help but worry about whether the Tai Chi diagram could withstand the impact, thinking about how to weaken it—to resist it head-on would be suicide.

Just as Feng Yingying was about to make her move, a strange change suddenly appeared in the distant sky. A pillar of fire rose from the ground and shot straight into the sky, crashing into the firmament and exploding with a bang. Then, the fiery red color spread in all directions, turning the entire night sky into a spectacular fiery spectacle.

Upon seeing this, Feng Yingying froze, her expression one of utter disorientation: "What's going on?"

Yuan Ji breathed a sigh of relief and said with a happy expression, "It seems that Gu Linglong has successfully advanced to the fifth level. Your operation has completely failed."

Feng Yingying murmured, "This isn't the phenomenon of advancing to the fifth level..."

Yuan Ji said irritably, "Don't talk like you've ever seen anyone advance to the fifth level. You're a fourth-level spiritual energy user, don't act like you can't accept defeat."

"We've been deceived! We've all been deceived by Gu Linglong!" Feng Yingying exclaimed, her emotions running high. "I was deceived by the Spiritual Energy Department, and the Spiritual Energy Department was deceived by Gu Linglong. She had already advanced to the fifth level and used the advancement as an excuse to access the Spiritual Energy Department's resources. In reality, it was all for the sake of Creation! She's a member of the Creation Society!"

Upon realizing this truth, Feng Yingying instantly lost her fighting spirit, removed the swastika halo, exited the state of spiritual resonance, and returned to the ground.

Yuan Ji asked suspiciously, "Aren't we going to fight anymore?"

"There is no reason to continue fighting. If creation fails, the world will be destroyed. If creation succeeds... I really don't know what the world will be like after creation succeeds. Perhaps we can look forward to it."

That's what she said, but there wasn't a trace of expectation in Feng Yingying's tone.

Tang Ping said, "Before the results are released, could you answer some of my questions?"

"Although I don't think it makes any sense, for your father's sake, you can ask whatever you want."

Tang Ping knew that the "father" the other party was referring to was his biological father. Without being polite, he asked directly, "Tell me your identity first. Which organization do you belong to? Are you, like Fu Zhengyi, also part of the Spiritualism Progress Research Association?"

Feng Yingying shook her head and said, "No, I am a member of the Guiling Sect."

Tang Ping suddenly realized: "The Guiling Cult and the Spiritual Progress Research Association have a cooperative relationship, no wonder you want to save Fu Zhengyi."

At this moment, Wen Xia walked over and said incredulously, "Why would a fourth-level psychic like you join the Guiling Cult? Isn't the country good to you? Status, position, wealth—whatever you want, the country can give you."

She truly didn't understand. Fu Zhengyi had joined the Spiritual Progress Research Association, Feng Yingying had joined the Guiling Cult, and if she hadn't lied before, Gu Linglong had joined the Creation Society. Three of the four major evil cults had been assembled, especially since none of these three were low-level spiritualists; each had status and position.

Feng Yingying ignored him, her expression cold and unapproachable, a far cry from her usual demeanor.

Seeing this, Tang Ping said, "I'm also very curious. Could you please answer my question?"

Feng Yingying said, "Strong people need beliefs, but the country cannot give us beliefs."

Wen Xia retorted, "Where does a nation lack conviction? Leaving aside distant examples, isn't the concept of a community with a shared future for mankind a conviction?"

"The slogan of a community with a shared future for mankind is good, but it is just a slogan. If an unjust war breaks out somewhere and one side massacres civilians of the other side, shouldn't we, as a community with a shared future for mankind, help the weak and punish the strong? But our country only condemns it verbally and does not take any real action. Such a superficial and empty belief cannot be believed."

"International rules are not that simple; you can't just do whatever you want."

"Look, this is the contradiction. The country treats psionicists as ordinary people. When I was weak, I had no choice but to abide by international rules. Now that I am stronger, I still have to abide by international rules. So what is the point of me becoming stronger?"

"You might say that the meaning of becoming stronger is to not be bullied, rather than to bully others. That's right. In the early stages of psychic energy, Gai Shiying and Fa Guang grew up with this belief and a strong sense of responsibility. But times have changed, and now our country's psychic energy community is the strongest in the world."