My brother is so cunning

Chapter 1020 The Thousand Immortals Point, and It Ends Without a Trace
Wen Rui certainly didn't suffer from qi deviation during his cultivation. He didn't need to practice any of those fussy techniques at all. If he wanted to improve his cultivation, he could just guzzle in top-tier elixirs. Anyway, he had plenty of those.

His appearance of being mentally disabled was not an act.

It is already quite remarkable that a person can still demonstrate the ability to take care of themselves when the probability is reversed.

This is actually similar to the difficulty of using a game controller with haphazardly modified button layouts to participate in a fighting game competition and having to defeat a master player.

Even in the most ordinary way of walking, you must forget your behavioral habits and muscle memory, and take a step that is crooked, striving to fall to your death on flat ground.

When it comes to something as simple as taking an item, if you reach out directly at what you want, you'll never get it. But if you grab it in the opposite direction, a series of probabilistic events will cause the item to bounce and fly into your palm.

The more seemingly insignificant and routine the matter, the more deadly it becomes. Even with his demonic body as indestructible as diamond, he could inexplicably suffer severe injuries.

What's even more terrifying is that, as a deity, the probability of him getting sick was originally infinitely close to zero. But after the probability was reversed, the more invincible, immortal, indestructible, and incorruptible he was, the more the situation would turn upside down. Even taking a breath could bring about countless bizarre illnesses.

For example, how low is the probability of a male immortal having irregular menstruation? Wen Rui reversed it, and it's a common ailment...

Fortunately, Wen Rui's control over his bio-engineered demon body reached the nanoscale, which is a microscopic scale higher than the cellular level. He can regulate the physiological state of his body at any time and artificially control the automatic generation of various lesions. Under the influence of the probability field, he can maintain his health.

However, just to maintain his health, Wen Rui's counterintuitive constant mobilization of his body's cells to create lesions left him with almost no time to care for anything else.

Maintaining basic decorum like a human being during court assemblies had exhausted his energy.

Here are a few simple examples.

What is the probability that a celestial being will wet his pants during a celestial assembly?

What are the chances of you soiling your pants?
What are the chances of someone stripping naked and performing a striptease in public?

……

There are countless low-probability events, making them virtually impossible to prevent!
If Wen Rui hadn't developed his brainpower to a certain level, making him practically a human supercomputer, and had absolute control over every cell in his body, he could have easily crawled into the Lingxiao Palace with his tongue, sat on the throne with his face, and spoken to the Jade Emperor with his buttocks—no matter how outrageous the situation, it would have been highly probable that such absurd things would have happened.

He can now understand human speech and laboriously utters the word "Shut Q" in response, something that others really couldn't do.

The reason why Wen Rui activated a small-scale probability deflection field and put himself in it to suffer was precisely because it was a difficult form of cultivation.

Since the intention is to use oneself as bait to lure the sage into a probability field in order to take one's own life, such adaptive training is necessary.

Only by adapting to the battlefield environment of probability fields and being able to act normally under reversed probabilities can one catch the opponent off guard and seize the slim chance of defeating a saint.

Otherwise, once the probability field is activated, before the sage can do anything, he will kill himself in less than ten seconds.

However, it is easier said than done. Under the influence of probability fields, let alone fighting, even taking care of oneself is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Under the coverage of the probability field, AI-assisted functions cannot be activated, and even any electronic device will malfunction due to erroneous electron transitions. Even if it does not malfunction, it will be riddled with bugs and completely unable to function properly.

Otherwise, connecting to a cloud-based supercomputer and allowing AI to automatically adapt to the reversed probabilities and take over one's own body would make it easy to navigate environments where probabilities are reversed. Currently, however, one can only rely on one's own consciousness to forcibly reverse habits and common sense, constantly mentally calculating the probability of success, and then forcing oneself to act in the opposite behavioral pattern.

Difficult as it may be, we must still practice and never slacken. We must integrate spiritual practice into every detail of our lives until we re-establish our habitual contrarian thinking and action patterns.

"Since the Celestial Venerable of Creation is unwell, there is no need for further formalities. Please take a seat, Celestial Venerable."

Although the Jade Emperor still had doubts, he couldn't think of a reason for Wen Rui to pretend to be crazy. He could only reluctantly accept the explanation of his personal attendant, the puppet, and said in a magnanimous manner, "My dear minister, you can simply claim to be ill and take a break. There is no need for you to force yourself to attend the Jiazi court assembly. Just send someone to inform me."

Wen Rui forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and said in a weak, servile tone, "Shuan Q..."

"What my master wants to express is that I am deeply grateful for Your Majesty's great kindness."

The waiter puppet controlled by Jarvis translated at the opportune moment.

As soon as Wen Rui uttered those two words, it was as if all the strength in his body had been drained. He trembled and leaned against the back of the Heavenly Venerable's throne, then slumped down weakly, leaning against the throne like a lump of mud.

His frail and sickly appearance was comparable to that of a dying god in the final stages of the five signs of decay, as if the King of Hell would soon be calling him to report.

That's right. Even if Wen Rui died on the spot, it would be Yama, the King of Hell, who would come to see him in a lower-ranking position, rather than him going to Yama to report for duty.

The Heavenly Court places the utmost importance on hierarchy and social status; the order of celestial ranks must not be disordered.

The horrific scene seemed genuine, and even the Jade Emperor felt a stirring in his heart. He looked at Wen Rui's frail body, a strange emotion appearing in his eyes.

However, he shrewdly suppressed his thoughts and desires, pretending nothing had happened, and slowly said, "Fellow immortals, the Heavenly Venerable's merits have been demonstrated, and the Heavenly Court's rewards and punishments have been determined. This matter is temporarily put to rest."

"Today's court assembly, in addition to rewarding meritorious service, will also discuss the future harmony of the three realms. In the past, the court assemblies focused on war and have not discussed the livelihood of all people and the many important affairs of the Heavenly Court for a long time. Now that the mortal realm is recovering and everything is in need of rebuilding, if any of the celestial officials have any memorials to present, please do so in order."

Inside the hall, the immortals exchanged glances, their gazes intentionally or unintentionally falling on Wen Rui, who was slumped on the Heavenly Venerable's throne.

"We, your humble servants, wish to jointly submit a petition accusing the Creator Heavenly Lord of monopolizing the offerings of incense in the mortal realm..."

The one who stepped forward to be the first to do so was none other than Wen Rui's old friend, Taibai Jinxing. At first, his voice was very soft, but when he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Wen Rui, who was sprawled on the throne, was still drooling and sticking out his tongue like a madman, his tone and voice gradually rose:

"The Creator Heavenly Venerable quelled the demonic calamity and revitalized the human world, his merits benefiting the Three Realms, and we, his subjects, are all convinced of his virtues. However, in recent years, strange things have been happening in the mortal world—within the Nine Provinces, eight or nine out of ten people live in peace and prosperity, but few worship mountain gods and land gods, do not pray for wind, rain, thunder, or lightning, and even the incense burning in ancestral halls during the four seasons and eight festivals has almost ceased."

The Jade Emperor frowned, glanced at Wen Rui who was spitting bubbles, and feigned surprise, saying, "Oh, how could such a strange thing happen?"

Venus looked up at the Jade Emperor, then glanced at the crooked-mouthed and slanted-eyed Wen Rui, his tone becoming more solemn: "We have investigated and found that it is all because the Heavenly Venerable uses the power of creation to benefit all living beings, resolving all calamities in advance and granting all those who seek food and clothing. The people are grateful for the Heavenly Venerable's kindness, and every household only worships the 'God of Creation,' forgetting the principle that heaven and earth are in order and all gods have their own duties."

“If this continues…” Venus gently waved his whisk: “Without the offerings of incense, the mountain gods will find it difficult to protect the beauty of the mountains and rivers; without the prayers of the Dragon King, it will be difficult to control the winds and rains of the four seasons. As the divine power of the gods weakens, the heavenly court’s discipline and restraint over the human world will likely become increasingly lax.”

(End of this chapter)