I will be stronger after the remake

"What are you looking at?"

Feng Maimai appeared beside them without warning and suddenly asked a question.

"Just browsing around to fill in the knowledge base, but it's a pity there's no search machine, so it takes a lot of time to find the books I want to read."

"You can apply to return to the present world and use the computer at the base there to look up the contents of all the books here, which have been scanned into the database."

"I'd rather not. I prefer reading physical books; they feel warmer to me."

"He's clearly an online writer?"

"Every online writer dreams of publishing a book."

"Inefficient".

Feng Maimai didn't take it seriously, but didn't say anything more. Instead, she brought up the important matter: "My sister asked me to tell you that the application report has been approved, and the Dao Seed will be delivered tomorrow so you can prepare for the experiment."

"It actually passed!"

Tang Ping certainly didn't think that the leader's wife had just given birth. Several guesses flashed through her mind, but she remained calm and said, "Okay, I'll go and make preparations."

The following day, Tang Ping and the Feng sisters returned to the mortal world.

The three looked up at the night sky. It was cloudless, with a bright moon hanging high in the sky, casting down its light. Far from the light pollution of the city, the twinkling stars intertwined like a river, a scene of stars and a full moon, as if the Milky Way had flowed backwards into their cups and plates.

Feng Maimai showed no interest in the beautiful starry sky, glanced at it once and then looked away, saying, "Although it's not a supermoon, a regular full moon can still amplify the effect by more than ten times, which is enough for verification."

Feng Yingying took out a wooden box from her handbag, opened the lid, took out a seed that looked like jade but wasn't, and handed it to Tang Ping.

"Hey, for me?"

"Of course, it was you who proposed the experiment."

"No, no, no, I just put forward a hypothesis. Anyone can do this experiment. Besides, the Dao Seed was applied for by you, Sister Feng. How could I possibly absorb it?"

Absorbing similar Dao seeds is a quick way to increase spiritual power without any side effects. The effect is comparable to consuming a hundred-year-old ginseng in the martial arts world. However, this practice is too wasteful and is not recommended by the Spiritual Energy Administration.

Feng Yingying smiled and said, "This is a caterpillar seed, which is incompatible with my spiritual type, so I can't absorb it."

“Then we can give it to Feng Maimai, since Bai Ze is also a caterpillar.”

“The total amount of spiritual energy provided by a Dao Seed is fixed, while the total amount of spiritual energy of a second-stage spiritual energy user is usually ten times that of a first-stage spiritual energy user. In other words, if you absorb this Dao Seed, you can increase your cultivation progress by 30%, but if I give it to you, it will only increase it by 3%. From the perspective of cost-effectiveness, giving it to you is the most efficient approach.”

Feng Maimai spoke calmly, without the slightest hint of reluctance.

Tang Ping carefully examined the expressions of the two people, confirming that they were not faking it. After hesitating for a moment, she made a decision and reached out to take the seed: "It would be hypocritical to refuse again. I will accept this favor."

Feng Maimai commented: "A wise choice."

Tang Ping adjusted his mood, cleared his mind of distractions, his spiritual energy vibrated, his body changed, and he entered a state of spiritual integration.

As he looked up at the moon, he grasped the Dao Seed and drew spiritual energy from it, quickly obtaining the answer to his experiment—

The moons on the two sides are different.

Chapter Seventeen Foster Mother

Inside a room at the psychic training base on the present side.

Tang Ping held the microphone in one hand and placed the other hand on the landline's buttons. After hesitating for a long time, he finally decided to dial the number—the camp had a signal jammer and did not allow the use of mobile phones to contact the outside world.

The phone rang a dozen times before Tang Ping answered, just as she was worried the other party wouldn't answer an unfamiliar number.

"Who?"

A cold, indifferent voice came through the microphone.

Tang Ping said, somewhat unaccustomed to it, "Mom, it's me."

"Oh, it's Xiaoping. Why did you change your number? How's work? Are you being ostracized? Let me tell you, if your boss assigns you work outside your job description, just turn it down. The more capable you are, the more work you'll get. Don't be a pushover in a government job. The softer you are, the easier it is to be bullied. Anyway, with our family's conditions, we don't need to strive for advancement. Just be happy and don't have to worry about what your boss thinks."

The cold voice melted away instantly, replaced by a series of caring words from a mother.

Tang Ping quickly interrupted, "I'm doing quite well here, and the company benefits are good, so you don't need to worry."

"The cost of living in big cities is high, so don't make yourself suffer. Even with the high housing prices in Lin'an, no matter how good your company's benefits are, they can't cover them. Don't share an apartment with others; having an unreliable roommate can easily lead to conflicts and waste your energy. Problems that can be solved with money are minor issues. If you don't have enough money, just say so; don't be shy about asking."

"Mom, I live alone, I don't share an apartment with anyone, and I feel very comfortable and free."

"Is your room big enough? Don't live in a partitioned room. Living in a cramped space for a long time can easily lead to mental stress and make you become withdrawn and extreme. If you live alone, you should have at least 30 square meters of space, preferably with a kitchen. Cook for yourself occasionally instead of always ordering takeout, as it is high in oil and salt and not healthy."

"Mom, I'm not going to work at the company. There's a cafeteria at my workplace, and the food is pretty good."

Tang Ping chatted with the other person for twenty minutes before getting down to business: "Mom, is there a woman named Feng Yingying among our relatives or people you know, who is about two years older than me?"

"A girl two years older than you, you've got your eye on her?"

Elders always have very peculiar points of focus.

"No, it has nothing to do with this. She's the boss of the unit next to mine. She seems to know me and has been quite kind to me, but I don't remember her. So I'm asking if she's someone I know."

“I thought you’d finally come to your senses,” the voice on the other end of the line said with regret. “Don’t think I’m nagging. Now that you have a job, a stable one at that, you should start thinking about finding a partner. Don’t believe that nonsense about being single being safe. That’s just a bunch of poor people trying to comfort themselves when they can’t afford it.”

"I know, I'm not a staunch advocate of being single. If I meet someone I like, I'll take the initiative to pursue them."

"That's good. Feng Yingying, Feng Yingying... she's definitely not a relative. There's no one with the surname Feng among my relatives, and she doesn't seem to be a business partner either. But I have a vague impression of this name, as if I've heard it somewhere before, but I can't remember where. I'll send someone to investigate later and I'll let you know when I have the results."

"sorry to bother you."

"What trouble or trouble is there for a family?"

Tang Ping hung up the phone and sighed slightly, still not quite used to communicating with this nominal mother.

This awkwardness didn't stem from his identity as a time traveler; he wasn't that pretentious.

Ultimately, even ordinary people call their parents-in-law "Dad" and "Mom" when they get married. Since we can call people with no blood relation "Dad" and "Mom," we should have even less psychological barriers to calling our parents who gave us life and raised us after we time-traveled.

The key point is that the woman on the other end of the phone is not his biological mother in this life.

Tang Ping was not one of the orphan transmigrators, at least not before the age of ten.

He has little memory of his birth mother, who passed away from a brain tumor before he was one year old. He was then raised by his father alone. Fortunately, his father was a college student in the 1990s and could easily find a good job, so he never suffered in terms of material conditions.

Tang Ping only returned to the ranks of orphans when her father died saving a child who had fallen into the water when she was ten years old.

His father was also an orphan, adopted by an old man and raised on the charity of many families. He had no relatives. His mother did have a younger brother, but they rarely kept in touch and only saw each other twice a year at most, so their relationship was distant.

Under normal circumstances, Tang Ping, who was a minor, would definitely be raised by his uncle, and the uncle was indeed willing to raise him. At this time, a woman named Yu Saifeng appeared. She said that she was a college classmate and friend of Tang Ping's parents and was willing to adopt Tang Ping. She also showed several photos to prove this.

The uncle initially refused. Although the other party was a good friend of his sister and brother-in-law, he was still an outsider. Since he, the uncle, was still alive, there was no reason to hand over his nephew to an outsider to raise.

Yu Saifeng did not explain. She invited her uncle to visit her real estate company and said that she would provide Tang Ping with the best living environment and educational resources, which her uncle, as a laid-off worker, could not provide.

After discussing it with his family for a night, the uncle agreed to Yu Saifeng's request, but on the condition that he meet with his nephew once a month to ensure that his nephew is not mistreated.

Yu Saifeng readily agreed, even taking the initiative to sign the agreement, and later arranged a good job for her uncle.

From then on, Tang Ping had a foster mother.

Honestly, his adoptive mother was really good to him, almost always giving in to his every whim and fulfilling any request he made. If Tang Ping hadn't possessed the soul of an adult, he felt he would most likely have been spoiled into an unruly little tyrant.

There's a saying that it's hard to repay the kindness of raising a child even if it means losing your head. So it's not awkward to call such a woman "Mom." But the problem is that Yu Saifeng isn't single. She has a husband, although he married into her family. They have a harmonious relationship and treat each other with respect. They also have a biological daughter. His position in the family is truly awkward.

Moreover, Yu Saifeng has an older brother, uncles, and other relatives, and the business is a family enterprise, with various interests intertwined.

Yu Saifeng's doting on Tang Ping was undisguised; anyone with eyes could see it. Her relatives were afraid that the family business would be divided up by an outsider, so they were very wary of Tang Ping and would say sarcastic things about him at every family gathering.

As a laid-back young man who longs for a carefree life, Tang Ping has no interest in playing the game of power struggles among the wealthy. He lives independently after entering university, rents a place with his writing fees, and doesn't ask his family for a single penny.

Preparing for the civil service exam early is partly about making a government job a life goal, and partly about declaring to those people: I'm in the system now, so don't worry about me competing with you for companies; we're not on the same page.

Chapter Eighteen: A Chance Encounter with My Buddies

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At the shooting range on the modern side, Tang Ping shot at moving human-shaped targets with a gun, hitting the bullseye every time, and more than 80% of the shots hit vital parts. He achieved this in less than a week.

Feng Maimai, who was in charge of the guidance, was not surprised by this. The spirit "fox spirit" can improve physical coordination and reaction ability. Compared with spirits such as "tiger spirit" and "Taoist priest", it can stimulate shooting talent. It would be strange if Tang Ping could not do it.

After a round of training, Tang Ping reluctantly put away his pistol and stylishly blew on the muzzle, which was devoid of gunpowder smoke.

He walked up to Feng Maimai and said, "This should count as passing, right?"

"Yes, you have met all the training requirements. Congratulations, you are now a qualified killing machine. I hope that one day you can surpass your master and become the ultimate killing king."

Tang Ping didn't complain. After all, today was the last day of training, and she felt a little reluctant to leave. She solemnly saluted the other person and sincerely said, "Thank you for your careful guidance over the past two months, instructor."

A hint of reluctance appeared on Feng Maimai's face. She opened her mouth, hesitated, and finally turned away somewhat embarrassedly before saying, "Remember, if you cause trouble in the future, don't tell anyone about your teacher."

"Are you the Bodhi Patriarch?!"

I still couldn't help but complain.

The sorrow of parting was completely dispelled. Tang Ping returned to her dormitory, quickly packed her luggage, said goodbye to Feng Yingying who had taken good care of her, and then embarked on her return journey.

After resting for one night, I went to report to the Public Security Section the next day.

"You've come at the right time; we're just about to go on a mission."

Hu Ze was delighted to see Tang Ping and immediately conscripted men from her.

"What mission?"

"We've found traces of Han Lin, the Black Impermanence Spirit."

"How did you find out?"

"We retrieved his birth information from the hospital, confirmed his birth date and time, and then handed it over to a professional psychic for divination."

Yuan Ji, who was dressed in his travel gear, walked over and said, "Even so, if he had been hiding in the Illusionary Realm, we would have been helpless against him. The Illusionary Realm has powerful gods and demons, and their very existence would interfere with the accuracy of divination. But he couldn't stand the loneliness and fled back to the real world, and was discovered in no time."

Hu Ze explained, "He had no choice. He had consulted experts beforehand and they said that the Black Impermanence's method of transformation was most likely to send away human souls. However, the Illusionary Realm only has demons and psychics. Although he could target psychics, they are few in number and very dangerous. If he wants to improve his cultivation, he can only return to the real world."

Tang Ping asked, "Where is he now?"

"Of course, it's the place with the most dead souls."

Cemetery?

“It’s a funeral home. The soul needs to be attached to the body to exist. Cemeteries only contain ashes.”

"That's not right. Generally speaking, shouldn't the ghost messengers collect souls at the exact moment of death, when the body is already cold by the time it's sent to the funeral home?"

"As long as the seventh day after death has passed and the body is still there, the soul will not leave."

"There's such a setting?!"

It's true that you can never stop learning. Since coming into contact with the psychic world, there's new knowledge to learn every day. Tang Ping feels as if she has suddenly returned to her high school days.

Hu Ze suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, to ensure the success of this operation, we also requested support from the Armed Forces Department. Judging by the time, they should be arriving soon."

As if on cue, a handsome, sunny young man walked in and stood at attention, saying, "Armed Koma Yiming reporting for duty!"

"Perfect timing, let's set off immediately."

Ma Yiming nodded, and when he turned around, his gaze met Tang Ping's. Both of them were taken aback, then each took a step forward, reached out and bumped fists together, and then engaged in a dazzling exchange, giving a hip-hop style greeting.

Hu Ze realized what was going on and asked, "You two know each other?"

"Best buddy".

"College classmate and roommate".

Tang Ping asked curiously, "When did you join the Psionic Management Bureau?"

Ma Yiming said, "In my junior year, a physical examination revealed spiritual factors, and then the authorities came to invite me to join them."

"No wonder you weren't in a hurry to find a job during graduation season; it turns out you already had another job lined up."

Yuan Ji urged, "Let's set off first. We can catch up in the car if we want."

With business at hand, neither of them had any objections and quickly got into the car.

Despite his determination to seek revenge, Han Lin was not so careless as to choose the funeral home in Lin'an City. Instead, he fled to the neighboring city, which took about two hours by car, giving the two of them plenty of time to talk.

According to Ma Yiming's own account, he was promoted to the most suitable underworld spirit rank for himself, "Ghost Soldier," which is the precursor to the "Ghost Messenger" spirit rank. He possesses the spiritual energy of "separation of spirit and flesh," which allows him to stop Han Lin from leaving his body and escaping.

The Public Security Bureau had this in mind, which is why they specifically invited him, a newcomer who had only recently joined the force, to help.

Around 10 a.m., the four arrived at the funeral home.

Hu Ze instructed, "According to the plan we discussed earlier, Ma Yiming will be in charge of finding the person. Yuan Ji and I won't go in. The other party is likely to remember our appearance and will definitely run away as soon as they see us. It will be difficult to catch them after that. By the way, after you find the target, don't rush to take action. Contact Yuan Ji and me first, and then check the surrounding environment. Make sure to ensure the safety of the people."

Tang Ping pointed to herself: "And me?"