I will be stronger after the remake

The announcement did not mention the station director's past kidnapping or how he was arrested, but some things that are rarely known outside the circle have long been known within the circle.

After years of silence, reporter Tang made a comeback, like a top-notch surgeon, precisely dissecting the festering sore and bringing down a high-ranking official, instantly gaining fame.

Frankly speaking, although Tang Zheng had many achievements before, such as chemical plant pollution, counterfeiting of famous food brands, and even the nationally sensational black mine case, in a country where officialdom is paramount, all these achievements combined cannot compare to bringing down high-ranking officials. Therefore, he has recently been in the limelight.

Tang Zheng even made a special phone call to his son, Versailles, saying that he had already received the title of "National Outstanding Journalist" before, and it was not appropriate to receive it a second time. He could only reluctantly accept the honor of "Person of the Year in the Rule of Law," and so on.

Tang Ping was speechless: "You didn't call me just to say this, did you? Then I'm hanging up."

"Wait, wait, wait! Sigh, as a son, isn't it only right that I listen to my father brag a little and satisfy my psychological needs?"

Tang Ping immediately said in a completely emotionless voice, "Ah, Dad is so amazing, he actually did such a great thing, I'm so proud of you... Can I hang up now?"

"Tsk, how unlovable. Is this the result of lacking maternal love since childhood? I should have agreed to her request and found you a mother."

"she?"

Tang Ping keenly grasped the key words, but had no desire to gossip about her father's love history, so she skipped the topic and said, "It's not too late to find someone now."

"Forget it. Once you've experienced the joy of being single, you can never go back. Besides, relationships between men and women are getting more and more complicated lately. I'm worried I won't be able to handle it. It's better not to get involved in this mess... Let's not talk about that. I got a call yesterday. Your uncle fell from a tree while picking fruit. He's okay, but he injured his leg and is in the hospital. Come with me to visit him this weekend."

Her father was born an orphan and later moved away from his hometown. The only relatives he still kept in touch with were his uncle's family. They had always had a harmonious relationship, so Tang Ping agreed without much thought.

……

Two days later, the father and son took a high-speed train to Hubei, intending to visit their uncle in the hospital, but were told that he had been discharged and was recuperating at home, so they had to go to their uncle's house instead.

"How come you were discharged from the hospital so quickly?"

"It was just a minor injury. If I stayed in the hospital after it was bandaged up, it would just be a waste of money. I felt uncomfortable lying in bed all day, so I asked the doctor to discharge me."

"It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone or tendon, how can you call it a minor injury? Staying in the hospital means you can receive timely treatment if your condition changes. Don't skimp on this; you have to listen to the doctor."

While her father was talking to her uncle, Tang Ping touched her uncle's injured leg and found that it was a patellar injury. The injury was neither too serious nor too minor. If it was serious, it would recover with proper rest and there would be no other problems. If it was minor, it would require at least two months of rest.

After thinking about it, I decided to lend a hand.

That night, while everyone was fast asleep, Tang Ping used the Illusion-Breaking Stone to pull her uncle to the Realm of Illusion, used healing magic to heal his leg injury, and then returned to the real world. The whole process took less than a minute, and no one noticed.

The next day, the uncle was pleasantly surprised to find that he did not feel any pain in his legs even when he turned over. Of course, just in case, he decided to stay in bed and rest for a few days and not rush to get out of bed.

"See, I told you it was just a minor injury! I reckon it'll be fine in three or four days. The hospital just wants to make money, so they exaggerated the injury. People these days will do anything for money."

Tang Zheng seemed to understand something, and then he agreed with her for a couple of minutes. Then he secretly pulled Tang Ping aside and asked, "Did you treat your uncle's injuries?"

"Ah."

"How did you do that? I can understand bone setting and bone realignment, but what's the principle behind making bones recover so quickly? Did you develop internal energy through martial arts practice?"

In a sense, that was quite accurate.

Tang Ping thought about it and felt that there was no need to hide the fact that he was a psionicist. Neither Fu Zhengyi nor Zhou Canglan had reminded him to keep it a secret from ordinary people, so he simply told his father, only omitting the fact that he was an undercover agent.

"Psionicists, the Realm of Illusion, Spiritual Rank, you wouldn't happen to be a belated youthful fantasy... Although I really want to say that, thinking about it carefully, it seems that I have encountered psionicists before, it was when I exposed the Liangshan black mine case. A black mine boss was hit on the back of the head with a shovel, but he was completely unharmed. At that time, I found it unbelievable and thought I had encountered a martial arts master similar to you. I was terrified."

Tang Zheng first showed a look of recollection, then asked in confusion, "That's strange, I was planning to tell you about this, but I completely forgot about it afterwards!"

"That's normal. Ordinary people will forget their memories related to psychic powers."

Tang Ping will briefly explain the concept of psychic perception.

Tang Zheng listened with great interest, and finally said with regret, "Unfortunately, according to you, psychics and ordinary people cannot interact, and even if they do, they will quickly separate. I don't even have the qualifications to explore the secrets within."

"You accepted it so easily?"

Tang Ping herself was somewhat surprised.

“Your uncle’s example is right in front of us, and besides, you’ve never lied to me since you were little, so why shouldn’t I believe you?” Tang Zheng sighed after saying that. “It’s a pity I’m not a psychic, so I can’t help you much. You have to be careful. It sounds like that world is even more dangerous than challenging a foreign club.”

Tang Ping nodded and said, "I will."

Tang Zheng developed a strong interest, and even though he knew he would forget, he couldn't help but want to find out about the story of the psionic world. But before he could speak, he received an unexpected phone call.

"Okay, okay... I happen to be in this province, so it's easy for me to come and go. I'll definitely go tomorrow."

After Tang Zheng hung up the phone, Tang Ping asked curiously, "Who made the call?"

"My university department head is here. My alma mater is holding an anniversary celebration and inviting famous alumni to a gathering. I'm a celebrity now, so they'll naturally invite me. By the way, you're free anyway, why don't you take a day off and come with me?"

"What does your alma mater's anniversary celebration have to do with me? It won't give me any extra points, and besides, I've already been admitted to university."

"Just treat it as a visit. My school has pretty nice scenery and local delicacies. Haven't you heard that the best food in a place isn't on the commercial street, but on the food street next to the university?"

Since becoming a psionicist, Tang Ping has become less concerned about her studies, and after thinking about it, she agreed.

Tang Zheng smiled happily, then murmured, "Alumni reunion, I wonder if Sai Feng will attend?"

Chapter 163 A Kind Stranger

It was clearly Tang Zheng who suggested that Tang Ping accompany him to the school anniversary celebration, but when they arrived at the school and met his old classmates, he kicked his son aside and went to chat with his old classmates.

If the person hadn't been a man, Tang Ping would have suspected that this was the "Saifeng" his father had mentioned—he naturally heard his father's murmur with his keen hearing.

Since he was already there, Tang Ping took a tour of the school, and the classical European-style library left a deep impression on him.

Of course, the most impressive performance was the women's aerobics routine. One half of them wore simple white dresses with skirts that resembled flowing clouds, occasionally revealing their leggings underneath. The other half wore energetic sportswear that accentuated their agile figures and exuded youthful vigor.

"Unfortunately, I have now transcended vulgar tastes."

After watching the performance, Tang Ping turned and left without looking back, heading to the food street outside the school. Since it was still early and she wasn't hungry, she just bought a roll of cold noodles. The taste was alright; it's hard to imagine something not being delicious when all the ingredients are wrapped together like this.

As he ate and strolled around, he soon discovered a very peculiar phenomenon.

Whether it's children, college students, or working professionals, they often carry steaming hot disposable noodle bowls, skillfully picking up noodles and putting them into their mouths while hurrying along.

Moreover, they didn't only eat hot dry noodles; some ate soup noodles. The thick soup swayed slightly with each step, but miraculously not a single drop spilled. Some even held other breakfast items like fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and soy milk in their hands, yet it didn't affect their eating speed at all.

"Is the pace of life in Wuhan really that hectic that people have to eat on the go?"

Tang Ping was puzzled. He had indeed heard that people from Hubei liked to eat while walking, but he only thought they ate things like rolled liangpi (cold skin noodles) or jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes) that could be held in their hands. He never expected that soup noodles could also be eaten while walking.

Just as he was observing curiously, he suddenly noticed something unusual. He looked up at the corner ahead and saw several seemingly ordinary pedestrians with unusually solemn expressions. Each of them was holding a bowl of hot dry noodles, but their attention was not on the noodles. Their eyes were fixed on a lithe man in front of them.

"Plainclothes police arresting a fugitive?"

Tang Ping subconsciously made this guess, but then immediately dismissed it, because the few people who looked like plainclothes police officers seemed a bit unprofessional. Although they weren't suspicious at first glance, it wasn't hard to spot the suspicious points if you looked closely.

A guess formed in his mind, and he looked at one of the bald men wearing a baseball cap, activating his psionic ability "Three-Eyed True Radiance".

[Character: Chen Zengfu (Lingchong)]

[Spiritual Rank: Guardian]

[Psionic Power: Buddhist Lion's Roar, Impervious to Evil, Golden Body and Dharma Form]

[Buddhist Lion's Roar: You can unleash a roar imbued with pure Yang energy, capable of impacting the target's spirit and mind; the louder the sound, the stronger the impact.]

[Invulnerable to All Evils: Increases resistance to various plagues and curses]

[Golden Dharma Image: Summons a massive golden Dharma image. The more spiritual power consumed, the larger the summoned Dharma image becomes.]

"As expected, he is a psionicist."

Tang Ping scanned the rest of the group and found that they were all psionicists, with all of them at the first or second level of spiritual power. He immediately realized that this group must be the local psionic management bureau's security department.

The bald man named Chen Zengfu sensed something and turned to look at Tang Ping.

Tang Ping remained calm, eating the few remaining rolls of cold noodles while curiously looking around, much like a tourist visiting the area for the first time—in fact, he was indeed a tourist.

Tang Ping's martial arts had long since reached the realm of returning to simplicity, and the bald man, lacking reconnaissance-type psionic abilities, couldn't see what was wrong. He just instinctively felt something was amiss and wanted to finish the fight quickly, so he secretly made a hand gesture to his teammate.

His teammate nodded, pressed his hand to his forehead, and closed his eyes tightly.

Almost at the same moment, Tang Ping felt a spiritual force trying to invade her mind. Because she realized that this spiritual force was not dangerous and its influence was very slight, she accepted it.

—Leave here.

The will contained within this spiritual force was contained in these four simple words, and Tang Ping instantly understood the group's intention—to clear the area.

The next moment, people in the food street started to walk out, as if drawn by an invisible force. They felt a strange urge not to stay. Those who had originally planned to enter stopped, their brows furrowed, as if they had remembered something important, and turned back the way they came.

Psychological suggestion is different from mind control. Its effect is weak and leaves almost no trace. The victim will not feel anything is wrong and will just think that it is their own inner thought. However, people with strong will can resist it. It generally only works on ordinary people, so clearing the area is the most common method.

Tang Ping didn't deliberately act different; she followed him out, but at a very slow pace.

The saying goes, "Skill breeds daring." If he were an ordinary person with no fighting ability, he would naturally stay as far away as possible. On the contrary, he would be eager to try and get involved, to show off his skills in front of others. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste to have such skills?

His actions were not suspicious, because not everyone had left. For example, the stall owners wanted to continue doing business and had no intention of closing up early, resisting the psychological suggestion. There were also a few girls whose milk tea was only half-finished, but they had already paid and could only wait anxiously in place.

As the crowd dispersed, the once bustling street quickly became deserted. The "fugitive" wasn't stupid; he quickly realized something was wrong and ran away.

Seeing that they had been exposed, the security team stopped trying to hide and quickly gave chase. They had obviously scouted the terrain and planned their pursuit route before the operation, gradually forming a tight encirclement.

The "fugitive" was like a trapped beast, rushing left and right through the streets, trying to find a way out, while the stall owners all gave way.

One of the security officers showed his badge and claimed that he was chasing a wanted criminal, telling the crowd to leave immediately to avoid being accidentally injured.

Knowing that no one would pay attention to her anymore, Tang Ping stopped and turned around to observe the situation.

After a futile escape, the "fugitive" finally realized he had nowhere to run and roared, attempting to break out by force.

As luck would have it, the direction he broke through was precisely where the bald man, Chen Zengfu, was located.

Seeing this, Chen Zengfu remained calm and composed, a confident smile playing on his lips. The moment the other man charged at him, he sidestepped, extending his arm as if it were a pair of hard iron clamps, firmly gripping the fugitive's arm. At the same time, he lightly kicked the fugitive's shin, causing him to lose his balance, followed by a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw.

With a thud, the fugitive was slammed to the ground. Just from the sound, you could tell how hard he had been hit. An ordinary person would probably be broken apart by such a blow and unable to get up again. But he quickly rolled away to avoid Chen Zengfu's shoe sole. Then, he reached into his pocket with his right hand, pulled out a sharp dagger, and with a flash of cold light, stabbed it at Chen Zengfu's calf.

Chen Zengfu snorted coldly. Just as the dagger was about to pierce him, he suddenly raised his leg and retreated rapidly to dodge the sneak attack. Before the fugitive could fully stand up, he rushed forward and kicked the arm holding the knife.

With a "crack," a sharp pain shot through the fugitive's arm, and the dagger fell to the ground. But he did not give up. Enduring the pain, he used his left hand to support himself and tried to get up and run away again.

"Still trying to run!"

Chen Zengfu had anticipated this. He lunged forward, grabbing the fugitive's collar with both hands like pincers, lifting him off the ground. Then, he raised his knee and slammed it into the fugitive's stomach.

"Uh!"

Even though the fugitive was a martial arts-type psionicist with a strong physical body, he was still forced to vomit stomach acid, as if his internal organs were twisted into a knot.

At the same time, other members of the Public Security Bureau surrounded the fugitive, forming a circle around him.

"It seems I won't have a chance to make an appearance."

Tang Ping shook his head and was about to leave when he suddenly sensed a familiar fluctuation of spiritual energy. He quickly looked closely and found that the fugitive was holding a broken illusion stone in his hand.

"Oops!"

How could he have the Illusion-Breaking Stone?

"There are other people here, stop him!"

The security team hurriedly reached out to snatch the Illusion-Breaking Stone, but the fugitive was one step ahead. Instantly, a bright light shone, and the space seemed to be distorted by a mysterious force, with layers switching.

In the blink of an eye, a group of people disappeared, including the police officers, the fugitive, the employees of the milk tea shop, and several female students.

Upon seeing this, Tang Ping reached out and grasped the Broken Illusion Stone in his arms, channeled his spiritual power to activate its effect, and entered the Realm of Illusion.

The feeling of weightlessness was fleeting; he was already used to it. He landed steadily and looked around to find the fugitive, but was instead drawn to the surrounding scenery.

The sky was an eerie dark red, the earth was cracked, and not far from the university campus stood strangely shaped buildings, which looked like some kind of altar, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

Generally speaking, the terrain and scenery of the Illusionary Realm are very similar to those of reality. For example, if it is a mountain in reality, it will also be a mountain in the Illusionary Realm. Or if you are in a city in reality, you will also be in a city area in the Illusionary Realm. However, the vegetation in the Illusionary Realm is exceptionally lush, while the buildings are dilapidated.

Overall, the Realm of Illusion resembles a post-apocalyptic wasteland in the present world.

However, it is impossible for a university to have such a mysterious and bizarre altar.

Just as Tang Ping was wondering what was going on, she heard the girls scream in terror.

He was somewhat helpless and was about to speak up to comfort her when one of the girls shouted, "Stop shouting! Our situation is unclear right now. Such a commotion might attract the attention of wanted criminals."

Her voice was clear yet powerful, carrying an undeniable authority.

Perhaps because she was originally the leader of the small team, the other three girls felt as if they had been doused with cold water when they heard her words. Although they were still flustered, they all shut their mouths.

Tang Ping cast an admiring glance at the other person. The other person looked very young, seemingly just a high school student. Suddenly being transported to an unfamiliar and dangerous environment, yet able to quickly calm down and even consider the potential threats, such composure and shrewdness were truly rare.

"Could it be that she is also a psychic, and already knew that this was the Realm of Illusion?"

Tang Ping couldn't help but take a few more glances and noticed that the girl was not tall, but had a curvaceous figure, especially her chest, which was at least two sizes larger than the average Chinese woman. She had an upright posture, and her long, shiny black hair was neatly tied back, revealing her smooth and full forehead, which showed her competence.

Her eyes were bright and sharp, like twinkling stars in the night sky, and she was keenly scanning her surroundings. Below her high nose was a pair of well-defined lips, slightly pursed, revealing her determination and decisiveness. She was clearly the kind of class leader who often helped the teacher and directed her classmates to do chores.

Tang Ping keenly noticed that although the girl tried hard to remain calm and soothe her classmates' emotions, she was also aware that the situation was very dangerous, so there was undisguised worry on her face, and she was still a bit naive.

From this perspective, the other party could not possibly be a psychic, but just in case, Tang Ping still used "Three-Eyed True Radiance".