My brother is so cunning

Chapter 1022 A Battle of Wits with the Immortals
It must be noted that when Wen Rui is within the probability field, all of his electronic devices are malfunctioning.

In other words, Wen Rui was unable to communicate normally with Jarvis, the consciousness entity on the cloud server, via brainwaves.

The waiter robot possessed by Jarvis, who was following Wen Rui, only "translated" Wen Rui's ambiguous language and seemingly correct actions by observing his words and expressions and by the familiarity he had accumulated over the years of following him.

To put it bluntly, it's just guessing based on experience and then spouting nonsense...

Is the accuracy rate actually high?

It's better than nothing, Wen Rui thought. He felt that before he could adapt to the probability field and convey the correct information to the outside world, having someone to help him was better than nothing.

Jarvis's previous "translation" was fairly decent; although not entirely accurate, it saved Wen Rui a lot of trouble.

But when these rather arrogant words came out of the robot's mouth, Wen Rui's expression changed.

He is not the kind of person who becomes arrogant when he gains power.

Although he now possesses a martial arts master puppet army and a sky-covering super weapon that blocks out the sun stands near the Heavenly Court, he can stand tall and openly declare to the gods in the hall: "I'm not targeting anyone in particular, but every single one of you here is trash."

But Wen Rui wanted to bide his time for several hundred years, to buy himself more time to develop. He would only act arrogantly when he was confident enough to fight against the sage.

He certainly wouldn't say something so offensive to the crowd in front of all the immortals, even if that's what he really thought, he couldn't say it out loud.

Wen Rui quickly winked at Jarvis, trying to get the AI ​​to tone it down and not to blurt out any truths.

Unfortunately, under the influence of the probability field, he struggled to even live like a human being; he couldn't utter a coherent sentence, and even his facial expressions became distorted.

In this situation, he also cannot easily trigger the emergency switch to shut down the probability field.

To ensure the effectiveness of the training, he was determined to maintain a constant state of probability within a small range, even if it meant embarrassing himself in public. Only by forcing himself in this way could he step out of his comfort zone and truly adapt to an environment where probabilities were completely reversed.

Of course, making the decision is not the main reason why the probability field cannot be shut down.

Previously, when he activated the probability field, he appeared like an idiot in front of the gods. Now, if he turns it off and suddenly returns to normal, it would be too unnatural. It would be so contradictory that it would be no different from him going crazy.

He didn't care how the gods viewed him; his main concern was that the secret of the probability field generator would be leaked.

Immortals are all capable of divination. They may not be able to see the future, but their so-called divination techniques are actually like a super-computational computer. From various subtle signs, they perform chaotic function calculations to arrive at conclusions that are close to the correct ones.

Wen Rui's strange behavior might baffle mortals, but given enough subtle clues, the immortals would each do their calculations and eventually guess the answer correctly.

What if some deity foresaw that he had created a magical artifact that reversed right and wrong, and that his strange behavior was precisely a way of training him to use the artifact more skillfully and freely? Even if it wasn't perfectly accurate, it wouldn't be far off.

If this news were to leak to the ears of the sage whom Wen Rui wanted to deal with, given the sage's abilities and wisdom, and if he had been prepared in advance, the probability field generator would lose its element of surprise in a sneak attack.

With Wen Rui's life at stake, he dared not risk shutting down the probability field. He could only continue his madness with tears in his eyes, watching helplessly as Jarvis misinterpreted what he wanted to express.

Jarvis, oblivious to his own words, spoke with a hint of fervor in his mechanical voice: "What my master means is that Your Majesty is mistaken."

"For example, the diagnostic methods of ordinary doctors, such as observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation, are the roots passed down from Shennong when he tasted hundreds of herbs, the spirit left behind when Hua Tuo dissected the lesions, and the true skills accumulated by countless doctors who have spent countless hours at the bedside trying different prescriptions—how could they be obtained by simply worshipping the God of Medicine or the God of Smallpox?"

"The new medicine of the Jie Sect is a combination of many branches of the Heavenly Dao, such as biochemistry, molecular biology, genetics, physiology, pathology, and pharmacology. It has been interconnected and mutually integrated through countless biological experiments and clinical trials to form a complete medical system. It is not something that can cure diseases and strengthen the body by simply worshipping and refining a panacea."

"The incense offerings to the Fire Department have dried up, not because mortals are disrespectful, but because they have intercepted the Heavenly Dao and figured out the laws of fire. When steel is being smelted in the converter of a steel plant, the computer system can precisely control the oxygen flow and temperature curve, and even monitor the composition of the molten steel in real time; in the precision casting workshop, the laser thermometer watches the furnace, and the robotic arm adds alloy materials according to the program, with the temperature just right—why would there be any need to ask for the protection of the divine fire?"

"There was once a swordsmith who, in order to raise the temperature of his furnace, prayed to the fire god but to no avail. He then resorted to the method of human sacrifice, performing the so-called human sacrifice to the furnace, so that a famous sword would be born. It seemed that only by sacrificing his wife and children to the fire god could he please the fire god and be considered the most devout sacrificial ceremony."

"However, this was just a coincidence. The gods of fire never even paid attention to these sacrificial rituals. They were merely the product of ignorant people's confusion about high-temperature casting technology combined with sacrificial culture, resulting in the needless sacrifice of countless innocent lives."

"Once people learn the secret methods of cutting through the heavens, and extract fragments of the heavenly way, they will eventually understand the correct principles for raising furnace temperature, the proportion of raw materials, the calorific value of combustion, the rate of oxygen supply... As long as they master the correct methods, why would they need to worship the fire god?"

……

Jarvis, with his eloquent and unrestrained manner, guided the immortals in the Lingxiao Palace, revealing the heavenly laws and principles behind their divine positions one by one.

Even the toilet god wasn't spared: "The matters under the jurisdiction of the toilet god, the art of composting in the mortal world, are things that farmers have explored year after year to find the best composting methods, things that mulberry farmers have tried every possible ratio to understand how to irrigate fields with manure, and things that have been gradually streamlined in towns and cities, such as building public toilets, constructing sewer systems, and following hygiene habits—how could these things be obtained simply by worshipping the toilet god's shrine?"

This verbal battle with the immortals left them speechless, their faces turning extremely ugly. They wanted to refute or argue, but for a moment they were at a loss for words, not knowing where to begin.

"Offering incense is a gesture of goodwill, not an act of extortion."

The slender puppet servant, whose imposing presence now surpassed that of the immortals, stood before the limp Wen Rui and declared in a resounding voice: "If the gods of the Plague and Smallpox departments could pass down the methods for identifying the venomous smallpox, instead of merely waiting for incense offerings; and if the gods of the Fire department could compile the methods of using fire that mortals could also learn into a book, instead of just relying on vague and ambiguous guidance in dreams, then mortals would naturally be grateful."

"The gods insist on hiding their skills behind their shrines, only revealing a fraction of their divine power when incense is burning brightly. How is this any different from the merchants in the marketplace who only do things for money?"

At this point, the attendant bowed to the Jade Emperor, his tone becoming even more resolute: "The Heavenly Way bestows divine duties upon the gods so that they may help mortals to become strong, not so that mortals may become mere puppets who only know how to burn incense."

“My master teaches humanity with the righteous teachings of the Jie Sect, so that they have the confidence to study skills and pass on civilization, rather than letting the gods abide by outdated rules and enjoy incense offerings. If the gods truly care about mortals, they should step down from their altars and transform their supernatural powers into skills that mortals can learn and use—then the offerings will come naturally, why force it?”

(End of this chapter)