Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 458 - 238 Jing Country Annual Rings_4

Chapter 458: Chapter 238 Jing Country Annual Rings_4

"Mastering the Time Law..." The painter began considering candidates again.

Standing before the stone gate, Qing Feng suddenly reminded the painter, "Lord Hua, did you forget Ping Shui Prefecture’s foremost You Shen... Lord Jian?"

"Oh, my goodness! Look at my brain, not keeping track of things!"

The painter slapped his thigh, genuinely recalling that Ping Shui Prefecture’s Sun Traveling God, Lord Jian, had indeed comprehended the Time Law.

"With Lord Jian accompanying you to the past, there’s nothing to fear."

The painter spoke excitedly.

"Is Lord Jian really that formidable?"

"Ping Shui Prefecture’s number one You Shen—what do you think?" The painter slapped his forehead and added, "Why did I forget Lord Jian’s mastery of the Time Law? It’s because he hasn’t taken action in nearly twenty years."

"He’s that restrained?"

"Not exactly restrained; it’s because no one in Ping Shui Prefecture, Yellow Field Prefecture, Mingjiang Prefecture, or Jingchuan Prefecture dares to provoke Lord Jian. The Divine Arrow Hall burns eight incense sticks in his honor."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xuan revealed a radiant smile and said, "Old Hua, all that earlier talk was nonsense. You just needed to mention the eight incense sticks."

"Alright, Old Hua, go seek Lord Jian’s help. I’ll head back to rest first. Remember, keep a close eye on Mr. Feng—don’t let him escape. He’s still got Food Heaven inside of him, a perfect treasure as a sacrifice."

Zhou Xuan wasn’t in a rush to kill Mr. Feng. He mainly wanted him to confront Mo Tingsheng.

Since they were fellow storytellers and had a shared master who was an old acquaintance, Zhou Xuan felt it necessary to give him the chance to fulfill his "revenge" wish before he died.

"Young Master, rest assured. I’ll keep a personal watch on him."

Zhou Xuan waved and departed from the City God Main Hall.

Gathering allies required time, calculating how far back Mo Tingsheng had returned in time would take time, and even Miss Qiang needed time for her calculations.

Right now, Zhou Xuan could use this moment to rest and recharge his energy.

After Zhou Xuan left,

The painter sliced open his palm and let blood drip into the air, where it condensed into a blood painting. He declared loudly, "Mo Tingsheng of Buddha Country wreaks havoc in Mingjiang Prefecture. I ask Ping Shui Prefecture’s Sun Traveling God to enter the fray."

As soon as the words fell, the painter gently pushed the blood painting, which then vanished...

About two minutes later,

A golden feathered arrow shrieked through the air, shooting through the gap in the window frame,

Stopping mere inches from the painter’s chest as it hovered in midair, a testament to its flawless control.

The painter grasped the arrow shaft with his right hand, feeling the vibrations emanating from it, delivering the message—tomorrow morning, take the arrow to Mingjiang.

With Lord Jian joining the fray, the painter felt significantly more at ease. Though he understood that Lord Jian’s willingness to participate was likely due to Zhou Xuan’s influence.

Yet having Lord Jian’s involvement was unquestionably excellent.

In head-to-head confrontations, neither the Saint Heir nor Saintess dared to challenge Lord Jian’s sharpness head-on.

...

"What is science? I motherfucking only believe in mysticism."

Yun Ziliang voiced his dissatisfaction with Miss Qiang’s ideology.

Returning to the shop, Zhou Xuan introduced Yun Ziliang to the Zhou Family’s Jingyi Shop’s newest member, the Sighing Mother Wall from the Blood Flesh Divine Dynasty—Miss Qiang.

But Yun Ziliang showed open disdain for Miss Qiang’s scientific algorithms.

"What is mysticism? It is the refined selection derived from Dragon Seeking ancestors. Ancestral laws must not be changed. As for science, I don’t trust it."

Miss Qiang grew angry and, within the Secret Realm, waved her tiny fists haphazardly as she shouted, "Science, science, science! At any time, science is my ultimate faith. Our Blood Flesh Divine Dynasty is a nation of science, even if it’s flesh-based technology..."

For a moment, nobody backed down.

"I have an idea," Zhao Wuya uttered. "Grandmaster, Miss Qiang, stop arguing. I’ll be the judge and prepare a competition to see which is truly better—science or mysticism."

"What kind of competition?" Zhou Xuan asked Zhao Wuya.

"A card game." Zhao Wuya pointed in the direction of the Da Sixi Mahjong Hall and said, "Starting now, let Miss Qiang use scientific algorithms to guide the Grandmaster in playing cards at the mahjong hall. See if they can win, and if so, see how much."

"This doesn’t seem right," Yun Ziliang scratched his chin, feeling that Zhao Wuya’s method was flawed.

"What’s not right?" Zhao Wuya asked.

"Even if we win a lot of money, it can only prove that scientific card-playing can win. But what if it was just my lucky streak during the same period? Wouldn’t science simply be riding the coattails of my luck?"

Everyone: "..."

Zhou Xuan gritted his teeth and said, "I’ve been living on East Market Street for quite some time, and I’ve never seen you on a lucky streak."

Old Yun blushed momentarily but recovered quickly, and asked Miss Qiang, "Fine, I’ll head to the mahjong hall right now. Miss Qiang, how will you help me?"

"Simple."

Miss Qiang split off a small portion of her consciousness, emerged from Zhou Xuan’s body, and used the kitchen’s raw meat to mold a blob of blood flesh, which then thinned into a piece affixed to Yun Ziliang’s forearm, concealed beneath his long robe and completely hidden.

Once the blood flesh materialized, Miss Qiang’s consciousness returned to Zhou Xuan’s Secret Realm and said,

"This blood flesh allows me to communicate with you as needed. Right now, while calculating Mo Tingsheng, I only have this small strand of consciousness to spare for helping you play cards. But this is more than enough to strategize your gameplay. Today, I’ll show you how powerful scientific algorithms can be."

"We’ll see about that. I’m heading out now."

Yun Ziliang stormed off to the mahjong hall in a huff.

Inside the Secret Realm, Miss Qiang fell silent. The blood flesh attached to Yun Ziliang became her eyes, ears, and communication device.

She was determined to win the science versus mysticism duel.

Meanwhile, Zhao Wuya appeared somewhat worried and asked Zhou Xuan, "Landlord, what if Miss Qiang actually wins? Won’t that infuriate his Grandmaster?"

"Do you seriously believe Yun Ziliang doesn’t trust Miss Qiang’s algorithm? Knowing him as I do, he’s intentionally provoking Miss Qiang to ensure she helps him win at cards."

With arms crossed, Zhou Xuan chuckled and remarked, "For someone as clever as Old Yun, how could he not know the prowess of the Sighing Mother Wall?"

To him, Yun Ziliang’s antics were reminiscent of those troublesome netizens who deliberately made outrageous statements just to stir up reactions...

"Miss Qiang may be brilliant with algorithms, but she’s still young... so naïve to bite on such a simple bait."