Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 459 - 239: Black Donkey’s Talent

Chapter 459: Chapter 239: Black Donkey’s Talent

Miss Qiang couldn’t care less about the saying "straight hook, salty bait"—she was determined to compete with Yun Ziliang.

The method of competing was extremely straightforward: helping Yun Ziliang win at mahjong.

Miss Qiang’s consciousness was calculating within the Black Water Secret Realm. Zhou Xuan entered the Secret Realm too, curious to watch the drama unfold at the mahjong table.

Since Lao Yun’s wrist was grafted with the artificial flesh created by Miss Qiang, he could communicate directly with her through it.

Within the Black Water, a small area served as a screen. On the screen, various calculations related to the game appeared, showing Yun Ziliang the optimal moves.

"Old Yun, the algorithm I’m using this time is called the Breakthrough Algorithm. It’s like a battle strategy—it doesn’t care about the loss of individual soldiers as long as the war is ultimately won."

"Abandoning local optima for the global optimum?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Ah Xuan, you’re too smart. That’s exactly the principle," Miss Qiang replied, praising Zhou Xuan before continuing to guide Yun Ziliang in the game.

"Judging by the current situation, play the Two Bamboo."

"What Two Bamboo? No way, I have to go for the single wait on the Four Bamboo."

"Old Yun, play the South Wind."

"Nope, I’m playing the One Sparrow."

Miss Qiang: "..."

Hearing this, Zhou Xuan clapped his hands and burst into hearty laughter. With someone as stubborn as Lao Yun, who wouldn’t lose miserably at mahjong?

But on second thought,

Zhou Xuan felt that something was off about Lao Yun.

In daily life, Lao Yun was a reasonable person. But the moment he sat at the mahjong table, it was as if he transformed into someone else—constantly pushing back. It just didn’t add up.

"This isn’t right—something’s unusual about Lao Yun."

Suddenly, Zhou Xuan had an epiphany. Maybe Lao Yun wasn’t always losing; maybe he never even intended to win.

"You’re infuriating me, Old Yun! I don’t want to play with you anymore; go play by yourself!"

As Zhou Xuan pondered deeply, Miss Qiang had already been driven to stop calculating by Lao Yun’s sheer stubbornness.

"That won’t do; we haven’t determined who’s better yet." Yun Ziliang egged Miss Qiang on to continue her calculations.

But this time, no matter what, Miss Qiang wouldn’t respond.

"No matter how powerful science is, you can’t wake up someone deliberately being contrary."

Miss Qiang went completely silent.

"Let me correct you—Lao Yun isn’t just being contrary; he’s determined to lose."

After finishing his game and returning to Jingyi Shop, Yun Ziliang stood with his hands on his hips and declared, "Miss Qiang, it’s a tie between science and mysticism."

Losing money through science and losing money through mysticism—isn’t that a tie?

"Hmph, whatever. I’m ignoring you."

Miss Qiang sulked alone.

Zhou Xuan then questioned Yun Ziliang, "Old Yun, I used to think you were just plain bad at playing cards. But today, I realized you lose on purpose."

"You figured it out?"

"I did."

"I’ve told you before—in this world, a person’s luck has a fixed quota. If you use some here, you’ll have less there. Losing at cards is just losing money. But if bad luck strikes when something dangerous happens, it could be a matter of life and death."

Yun Ziliang waved his sleeve and went to refill the teapot.

Zhou Xuan turned the conversation to serious matters.

"Old Yun, Miss Qiang is analyzing the power attributes of the Buddha Mantra. Her algorithm is quite brilliant—in a couple of days, we might have to head to the Tattoo Forbidden Land. You should prepare your Dragon Riding Talisman."

"The Dragon Riding Talisman doesn’t need advance preparation. I can draw it once I’m there. By the way, have you caught Mo Tingsheng?" Yun Ziliang asked.

"Caught a fake one. But the real Mo Tingsheng has already been pinpointed by my Causality Tattoo Map. Miss Qiang is still calculating his exact location."

"That Mother Wall the Bone Elder Association worships is somewhat capable," Yun Ziliang remarked.

"Let me correct you—it’s not the Bone Elder Association worshiping me. I created the Bone Elder Association."

Miss Qiang added, "From what I can see, your physical body is excessively damaged. In some sense, you’re just like me—a consciousness. If you’re willing to embrace science as your faith, I can help you rebuild a body."

"You know me—I love science," Yun Ziliang said "earnestly."

Zhou Xuan and Miss Qiang: "..."

"I’m not exaggerating. Whatever algorithm you’re talking about, I know it too." Yun Ziliang grabbed the abacus from the counter and started flicking the beads, mumbling a chant as he did: "One meets one, carry one; two meets two, carry two..."

His chanting earned Zhou Xuan a forehead full of exasperation.

The difference between abacuses and algorithms was significant, after all.

"Miss Qiang, Lao Yun is so passionate about... um... science. Consider helping him out."

"It’ll take time and materials," Miss Qiang responded. Within the Black Water Secret Realm, she began counting on her fingers. "Lao Yun’s consciousness isn’t quite the same as the people of Jing Country. He once burned incense offerings, so using their flesh as materials won’t work."

"If the flesh of Jing Country people won’t work, how about people from the Prajnaparamita Buddha Country?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Currently, I have no information on the Buddha Country population. I don’t know if it’ll work—I’d need to catch someone for testing."

"Once I capture Mo Tingsheng, analyze him thoroughly."

Zhou Xuan threw his arm around Lao Yun’s shoulders. "Old Yun, will the invincible you make a comeback once you’ve got a new body?"

He had heard Zhao Wuya mention that Yun Ziliang, the Dragon Seeking Grandmaster of Hidden Dragon Mountain, was once unrivaled within the Mysterious Sect.

"That depends on Miss Qiang’s research. I can’t say for sure," Yun Ziliang replied. Now that he knew Miss Qiang could help him rebuild his body, he even changed how he addressed her.

Resting his chin in his hand, he added, "Miss Qiang, I have to admit, I’m finding you more and more likable."

"Old Yun, you’re laying it on a bit thick. Miss Qiang is gracious enough to chat with you within my Secret Realm. You’re still hoping to see her? Can you even perceive into my Secret Realm?"