I will be stronger after the remake

[Character: Yu Shujiang]

[Spiritual Rank: None]

[Introduction: A girl who grew up with her mother as a role model and received an elite education, she is a top student in the eyes of her teachers and the "other people's child" in the eyes of her relatives. She carries enormous pressure because of this and has hobbies that are difficult to talk about with her peers.]

Weird name.

Tang Ping knew that the term "Shu Jiang" came from the Book of Songs, and the original text was "Shu Jiang Nie Nie, Shu Shi You Qie", which referred to some women surnamed Jiang who accompanied or sent off as brides in the state of Qi, and had no special meaning.

If the person who named the child was uncultured, they would never have chosen such an obscure name.

But if the person who named the child is cultured and knows the origin of the name, why would they choose a name that has neither blessing nor expectation?

Could it be that the girl's father's surname is Yu and her mother's surname is Jiang, and the name was chosen to reflect both of their surnames?

Just as Tang Ping was lost in thought, a girl named Yu Shujiang noticed him, hesitated for a moment, and walked over to say, "Classmate, were you also inexplicably dragged into this?"

"No, I came in on my own initiative."

Upon hearing this, Yu Shujiang's eyes lit up, and she asked excitedly, "Do you know where this is?"

"The Realm of Illusion, a parallel world to the real world."

"A parallel world? That's so illogical!"

"Just look around and you'll know whether it's scientific or not."

Yu Shujiang bit her lip and muttered softly, "Although I've fantasized about traveling to another world, it shouldn't be like this, and I don't have any abilities at all, just like cannon fodder..."

After a moment, she accepted reality and said, "If you can come in, you should be able to get out too. If possible, could you take us back? The four of us can swear that we will never reveal your information after we get out."

Tang Ping nodded. Although he felt an inexplicable sense of kinship with the girl, there was no need to take advantage of the moment to get closer to her. So he used a return spell to send the four of them back.

However, in a flash of light, the spiritual spell that was about to take shape shattered.

Tang Ping's expression changed slightly. He turned to look at the campus and saw several pillars of blood rising from the ground in the center of those altar-like buildings, forming a huge cage that covered an area of ​​ten miles.

Chapter 164 Easily Handled

"We've fallen into their trap."

Tang Ping looked at the various character entries that appeared in the distance and immediately understood that the "fugitive" had deliberately exposed his whereabouts to lure the local security team members into pursuit. He had secretly arranged for his accomplices to set a trap in the Illusionary Realm in order to wipe out the entire security team.

"As expected, heroes must appear at crucial moments."

With such a perfectly set stage, it would be a waste of their good intentions if I didn't step in.

Tang Ping rubbed his hands together, eager to get started, and headed towards the altar.

Just then, a girl saw him about to leave and hurriedly said, "You, you're just leaving like that? You're a boy, you should stay and protect us."

Tang Ping stopped and turned around expressionlessly.

"Shut up!"

Unexpectedly, Yu Shujiang spoke first, rebuking her companion: "They have no obligation to protect us."

"But, but..."

"No buts! Even if you're asking for a favor, this isn't how you ask."

With a helpless expression, Yu Shujiang stepped forward and asked, "Senior, you have experience, can you tell us what's the safest thing to do here?"

In an instant, Tang Ping had a wicked thought: he wanted to suggest that only Yu Shujiang should stay with him, and that everyone else should get out of the way, to see how these people would react.

But it was immediately rejected.

As a first-stage psychic, participating in battles is fraught with unpredictable dangers. Bringing Yu Shujiang, who has no combat abilities, is like carrying a burden, which will not only hinder me but also prevent me from protecting her.

Furthermore, if Yu Shujiang couldn't bear to abandon her companions and was the first to refuse the suggestion, then she would be acting like a petty person.

"The criminals have set a trap. I can't get you out of here right now. We have to eliminate them first. Find a place to hide, don't make a sound, don't do anything, just stay quiet. As long as I and the police win, we will take you away."

A girl asked timidly, "What if you lose?"

Tang Ping was speechless. Why would anyone ask such a stupid question at a time like this?

Yu Shujiang seemed to have the same thought, covering her forehead in a headache, not knowing what to say.

I can't carry it, I really can't carry it!

Seeing her distressed expression, Tang Ping felt relieved. It's normal for high school students to make mistakes; after all, they're not adults and are still in school, not some 36-year-old girl.

"I'm warning you, if you are captured by the enemy and taken hostage, I will not stop to save you, so good luck to you."

Having said that, he didn't want to waste any more time with these people and hurried toward the altar.

It's better to fight with a smart person than to talk to a fool.

Now he truly understands the value of those words. Even if rescuing these girls could help him develop his spiritual power, nothing can buy his happiness.

Before long, Tang Ping arrived near the altar. Then, taking the return to simplicity a step further, he held his breath, reduced the efficiency of his life activities, and concealed his spiritual energy, making his presence as insignificant as a roadside stone.

He called this state "gathering one's breath and form," believing it to be a prerequisite for reaching the state of "unity of heaven and man."

Tang Ping maintained a composed demeanor while openly approaching the battlefield to observe the situation.

At this moment, the opposing sides on the field were clearly distinguishable. The group from the Security Section were shrouded in a bright red blood mist, and everyone showed an expression of unbearable pain. One of them, a spiritualist with the spirit level of "Qi Cultivator", held a palm-sized bronze bell magic weapon and summoned a bronze bell-shaped shield to protect everyone inside.

There was also a shriveled corpse at the scene with a large hole gouged out of its chest, clearly having been murdered.

Only the bald man, Chen Zengfu, barely retained his fighting strength. He resisted the erosion of the blood mist with his spiritual power "Invulnerable to All Evils" and was fighting the enemy.

On the other side, there are three enemies, including the previous "fugitive". Surprisingly, the other two are Westerners.

One of them stood at the back, his face as pale as paper, but his lips were as red as blood. Sharp fangs were exposed, and he exuded a cold aura. He held a red skull in his hands, which kept spitting out blood.

Clearly, he is the one in charge of controlling the formation. The "Three-Eyed True Radiance" indicates that his spirit rank is "Blood Lord," which is the second-tier spirit rank in the vampire series.

The "fugitive's" spirit rank is "Exorcist," an advanced spirit rank for the Singer. At this moment, he is wielding a silver sword and joining forces with his companions to attack Chen Zengyue.

His companion was tall and covered in coarse fur. His sharp claws gleamed coldly in the blood-red light, and he occasionally let out a low growl. "Three-Eyed True Radiance" indicated that his spirit was "Werewolf" and that he was also a second-tier cultivator.

The bizarre combination of vampires, werewolves, and exorcists amused Tang Ping.

But Chen Zengfu, the person involved, showed no sign of a smile. He dodged to the side, skillfully avoiding the werewolf's attack, while his right fist slammed into the werewolf's chest like a meteor. The werewolf felt the pain and took a few steps back.

Just as Chen Zengfu was about to press his advantage, the exorcist seized the opportunity and launched a surprise attack with his silver sword. He tried his best to dodge, but the blade still slashed his left arm, and blood gushed out instantly, only to be absorbed by the formation.

Even though it was just a scratch, Chen Zengfu seemed to have lost a lot of blood; his face turned pale, he felt dizzy, and he staggered.

"Hahaha, where did your previous swagger go? Where did the aura that made you beat me up go?"

The exorcist let out a triumphant laugh and brandished his silver sword, pressing his advantage, while the werewolf launched an attack from another direction.

At the critical moment, Chen Zengfu summoned a five-meter-tall golden dharma image and punched two enemies back, but the huge consumption of spiritual energy made his face even paler.

The exorcist and the werewolf launched repeated attacks, but neither of them was good at dealing with this large, incorporeal dharma form, and for a time they were helpless.

Of course, if the two cooperate well and launch high-frequency attacks by taking advantage of blind spots, they can make Chen Zengfu make mistakes in his haste and expose his weaknesses.

Unfortunately, the two were only temporary partners and their relationship was so-so. In addition, the silver sword posed a deadly threat to the werewolf. Even just getting close to the silver sword would cause the werewolf to feel a stinging sensation on his skin. It was already good enough that the two did not interfere with each other, let alone have any tacit understanding.

"Hmph, you're quite the defender, like a turtle, but you're already injured. How long can you hold out under the influence of the Blood Draining Array?"

Unable to break through the opponent's defenses after a long struggle, the exorcist couldn't help but resort to sarcasm, attempting to undermine the opponent's resolve.

Chen Zengfu remained unmoved, but his situation was far from optimistic. The blood-red mist surrounding him seemed to be proclaiming his perilous predicament. Every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain from his wounds. Maintaining his golden body would also consume spiritual energy. If he continued to fight, he would eventually be worn down to death.

His colleagues, aware of his predicament, shouted, "Don't worry about us, let's go! Call the armed forces as soon as possible; they might be able to save us!"

Chen Zengfu knew perfectly well that this was impossible. Although the enemy was currently helpless against the bronze bell shield, it was only because he was holding them off from the outside. Once they were free to attack, it wouldn't be long before they broke through the shield.

His eyes were resolute, showing no sign of backing down. He gritted his teeth and shouted back, "We'll go together! I will never abandon you! I, Ling Chong, am not a deserter who abandons his comrades. Today, we will live and die together!"

The Qi cultivator cursed, "You idiot! What's the point of your nice words at a time like this? What good will it do us if you die with us? If you live, you can avenge us in the future. If you die now, it'll just add another name to the compensation list. If you really care about us, then get lost!"

This merciless rant actually got to Chen Zengfu, who hesitated for a moment, unsure whether he should fight to the death or wait to avenge his colleague in the future.

Just then, a dazzling golden beam of light appeared out of thin air and shot towards the vampire like lightning.

The vampire instinctively sensed the danger and tried to transform into a swarm of bats to evade the attack, but the finger beam appeared without warning and was so fast that it had no time to use its psionic powers. It was instantly pierced through the heart, and the powerful impact carried its body several meters away.

The vampire let out a scream, his body trembling violently, but he did not die on the spot. He gripped the skull tightly with both hands, using his supernatural powers to draw the surrounding blood towards his damaged heart, attempting to heal the wound.

However, the golden light that burst forth from the wound was dazzling and intense, which precisely suppressed his regenerative power.

"How could this be! No—"

The vampire first showed an incredulous expression, then let out a roar full of resentment, but it was powerless to reverse the situation. Its life force drained away rapidly like a ruptured water bag, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a dried-up corpse.

Without the host, the already weak blood-draining formation broke instantly. Although the blood mist did not dissipate, without subsequent replenishment and without the power of the formation to restrain it, it could be dispersed by a gust of wind.

While everyone was still in a state of shock and didn't understand what had happened, Tang Ping's figure flashed, and he appeared in front of the exorcist in an instant like a black phantom. He struck out with a palm, and the surrounding air froze.

boom!

A cross-shaped light appeared in front of the exorcist, blocking Tang Ping's palm strike. Although the cross-shaped light shattered and he was sent flying far away, he was not seriously injured.

Tang Ping was somewhat surprised by this result. He thought that even if his opponent did not die on the spot, he would be completely unable to fight after his palm strike. However, it was blocked by something that does not exist in martial arts.

Strictly speaking, this was his first time fighting against a psychic who could use psychic powers and spells, and he was a little unaccustomed to it.

The werewolf was both shocked and furious to see Tang Ping lose her composure in such a situation. Immediately, it transformed its hands into sharp claws and frantically clawed at Tang Ping's throat, chest, and other vital areas. Its movements were as fast as lightning, and each attack was accompanied by a whooshing sound, as if black cracks were being slashed in the air.

However, Tang Ping maintained a nonchalant expression, her body moving like a willow catkin in the wind. With a slight turn of her body, she skillfully avoided the werewolf's first wave of attacks.

The werewolf missed his first attack but didn't care and continued his relentless assault. However, Tang Ping anticipated his attack route and always managed to dodge at the last second. Every dodge was perfectly timed, his movements fluid and graceful, as if he were one with his surroundings. He even had the leisure to offer his comments.

"Your physical abilities are indeed very strong, but if you only rely on them, you will easily suffer losses when you encounter an opponent you cannot overpower."

Tang Ping seized the opening and struck his opponent's shoulder with a move called "White Snake Spits Venom," shattering his scapula in one blow.

The werewolf felt pain, which aroused its ferocity, and it opened its mouth to bite.

Tang Ping raised one hand to block the other's chin, and with the other hand, he took a flying step and struck the other's chest with a twisting elbow, sending him flying.

He felt the feedback and exclaimed in surprise, "You didn't break any ribs? You're really tough."

Upon hearing this, the werewolf's anger intensified. He immediately roared to the sky, his psionic energy blazing brightly. Accompanied by a series of cracking sounds as if his bones were dislocating, his body began to change rapidly.

His body, which was originally humanoid, continued to swell, with hair protruding from under his skin like steel needles. His ears became sharp, and his mouth gradually lengthened, revealing a row of sharp fangs. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a true giant werewolf, exuding a chilling aura. It was obvious without even looking that his physical abilities had been enhanced in every way.

“Be careful, he has entered a deep spiritual resonance.”

Chen Zengfu dispersed his golden body and, seeing this, gave a reminder.

"Don't worry, guys who only know how to use brute force can't hurt me at all."

Tang Ping waved his hand, appearing nonchalant.

As it turned out, he wasn't just talking nonsense. Although the werewolf was stronger and faster after the Spirit Resonance, it still couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

Tang Ping either deflected the force, dodged, or struck the joints, easily dealing with the werewolf's attacks as if a Sanda master were bullying a child.

In particular, he only used one hand, with the other hand behind his back, striking a pose befitting a master.

"I've been looking forward to fighting a psionicist, but the result has been a huge disappointment. Is this all you've got?"

Hearing the taunts, the werewolf seemed to lose all his anger. He roared and charged at Tang Ping's fist, taking the blow head-on with his thick chest.

Tang Ping's fist slammed into the werewolf, making a dull thud, as if it had hit a boulder.

Despite the pain, the werewolf did not retreat an inch. Instead, it took the opportunity to stretch out its arms, attempting to tightly hug Tang Ping and restrict her movements.

At the same time, the exorcist had somehow raised his silver sword and assumed a fighting stance, seizing the fleeting opportunity and striking out with lightning speed.

Chen Zengfu was shocked and immediately tried to stop him.

But as soon as he took a step, the werewolf let out a muffled groan, his eyes widened instantly, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily to the ground. His limbs twitched continuously, and he opened his mouth to spit out blood foam mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The exorcist was terrified, but the arrow had already left the bowstring and there was no way to change its course. He could only grit his teeth and thrust it forward.

Tang Ping chuckled, accurately grasped the attack trajectory, and retaliated with a Dragon Tail Sweep, striking the opponent's face.

With a dull thud, the exorcist's face visibly twisted and deformed, his head slammed against the wall, and he fainted on the spot.

(The author suggests that the character's spiritual abilities for that volume will be revealed at the end of each volume to avoid spoilers for readers who are not following the series.)

Chapter 165 Unleashing Divine Power

Looking at the three people—one dead, one wounded, and one unconscious—Tang Ping shook his head and sighed, “Ah, how boring.”

It wasn't that he was deliberately showing off; the enemy had genuinely fallen before he even had a chance to exert himself.