But how could Qian Daoliu possibly snatch it before Qian Renxing?
"Come out, my beloved little ride!!"
Qian Renxing shouted, and a gleaming tricycle appeared before him.
He leaped aboard. Once he mounted his tricycle, he cared for no one.
He snatched Xie Yue's sacred painting, tossed it into his Space Soul Tool, and rode his tricycle out of the Holy Son's Palace in a cloud of dust.
He even remembered to turn back, stick his tongue out at Qian Daoliu, and pull a face. "Stinky Grandpa, you're ten thousand years too early to stop me from becoming a god!!"
"Xiao Xing, stop right there!"
Qian Daoliu was about to be driven to death by his intellectually disabled grandson and hurried to give chase. "Give that sacred painting to Grandpa, now! You really can't! You really can't make a hundred million copies of that sacred painting and let everyone know about it!!"
"Big Brother!!"
Just then, Mighty Lion Douluo set a hand on Qian Daoliu's shoulder, tears brimming in his eyes, and gazed deeply into his eyes. "Don't you think the young master's figure, leaping into sainthood and standing unbowed, is sacred? He cleared your name! A sacred miracle like that deserves to be seen by everyone in the world!"
"Fourth Brother, even you are going to stand in my way? Move aside! You won't even listen to your big brother anymore?"
Qian Daoliu was stunned. "What are you doing? Do you still acknowledge me as your big brother? Are you going to disregard your big brother's lifetime of illustrious reputation and century of unblemished standing?!!"
His lifetime of illustrious reputation and century of unblemished standing really were about to be snuffed out like a guttering candle in the wind!
"Big Brother, you are my dear big brother, yes, but I simply can't bear to watch you keep making one mistake after another."
Mighty Lion Douluo looked utterly serious, filled with devout faith in His Highness the Holy Son and exasperation at his big brother Qian Daoliu's failure to live up to expectations. "Do you know what you're stopping? You're stopping the young master from becoming a god! If you keep making one mistake after another, you'll become a sinner against our Spirit Hall!"
"Big Brother, you heard him too, didn't you? The young master said that after becoming a god, he'd take you to the Divine Realm too. How can you bear to stop His Highness the Holy Son from becoming a god when he's so wise and righteous, so matchless in filial devotion and loyalty?"
"No, you actually believe my grandson? He's intellectually disabled! You can't believe what someone intellectually disabled says!"
"He's not becoming a god, he's becoming a god-tier freak! Do you want the whole world to know my grandson is a god-tier freak? Do you want rumors about your big brother flying all over the world?!"
Qian Daoliu was nearly choking into speechlessness. "Fourth Brother, get out of my way! It'll be too late if we wait any longer!!"
Mighty Lion Douluo said resolutely, "Big Brother, if you want to stop the young master from becoming a god, you'll have to step over my body first!"
Before he had even finished speaking, Qian Daoliu sent Mighty Lion Douluo flying with a punch, blasting him out of the Holy Son's Palace with a bang.
"What do you think I'm fighting for?!"
With a grave expression, Qian Daoliu punched Mighty Lion Douluo away. "That's my lifetime of illustrious reputation and century of unblemished standing! Even the reputation our Qian Family has accumulated over generations is facing a moment of life or death!!"
With that, Qian Daoliu immediately rushed anxiously in the direction Qian Renxing had gone, moving so fast that he looked as though some monster were chasing him.
In fact, that was exactly the case. The possibility of his name stinking for ten thousand years was fucking chasing him!!
"Woohoo! Watch me ride my little ride straight toward Zhuge Liang's four-wheeled carriage!"
Qian Renxing roared with laughter as he pedaled his tricycle at breakneck speed.
He was far too fast, moving at a speed that hardly seemed possible for a ten-year-old child riding a toy tricycle. At that moment, he was practically Superman!
Especially since he had just bathed in whale rubber and was brimming with strength.
At that moment, Qian Renxing wasn't fighting alone. Standing behind him were all the people of Spirit City who had donated whale rubber to his grandfather, Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined, Qian Daoliu!!
"Stop, Xiao Xing! Stop right now! Grandpa will give you a black card, another black card with five million Gold Soul Coins! Don't you love your rich Grandpa best?!!"
Qian Daoliu's wallet was weeping.
But compared to having his name stink for ten thousand years, what did this little sacrifice amount to?
As long as he could save his lifetime of illustrious reputation and century of unblemished standing, what did this tiny price amount to?
"Grandpa, I never expected you to love me so much! I wasn't wrong about you! Once I become a god, I'll definitely take you to the Divine Realm too!"
Qian Renxing looked determined. As long as he could become a god, what did a few Gold Soul Coins matter?
What had he wanted Gold Soul Coins for, after all? Wasn't it to become a god? But now godhood was practically right before his eyes. How could he throw away a watermelon to pick up a sesame seed?
He was intellectually disabled, not brain-dead!!
"No, no, no, no! Come back! I don't need you to take me to the Divine Realm after you become a god! I just want you to come back!"
Qian Daoliu watched in horror as Qian Renxing barreled along on his tricycle and charged straight into the Pope's Palace. His heart instantly went cold.
Oh no, my century of unblemished standing!! Was it really going to be destroyed in a single day?
"Hey, hey! Let me in! I'm Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined! Don't you recognize me? My grandson just went inside! Why are you stopping me?!"
Qian Daoliu looked anxiously at the guards at the Pope's Palace entrance, his expression even carrying reproach. "Why didn't you stop the Holy Son just now too?!!"
"Lord Great Enshrined, we are bound by our duty. This is the Pope's Palace, a restricted place. Even as Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined, you may not enter without permission!"
The gate guard looked resolute, devout faith in his eyes. "As for His Highness the Holy Son, His Holiness the Pope issued a decree that his entry need never be announced."
"Great Enshrined, if you wish to enter the Pope's Palace, we can announce you. But if you wish to force your way in, you will have to step over our corpses!"
"Quick, go announce me! I want to see the Pope!"
Qian Daoliu said urgently, "It'll be too late if we wait any longer! Hurry, hurry, hurry!!"
"We will announce you at once!"
The gate guards saluted Qian Daoliu, and one of them hurried into the Pope's Palace to announce him.
Qian Daoliu waited anxiously outside the Pope's Palace.
Meanwhile, Qian Renxing, who occupied Qian Daoliu's every thought, had already drifted his tricycle to a stop right in front of his mother, Bibi Dong, and taken the sacred painting out of his Space Soul Tool.
"Mommy, Mommy, look! This is my sacred painting!"
Qian Renxing said happily, "I want to make a hundred million copies of this sacred painting! I want everyone in the world to know about my sacred miracle! I want to become a god!"
"Haha, good! That's my precious boy! Such ambition!"
Looking at Qian Renxing's sacred painting, Bibi Dong could hardly suppress her laughter. "Mommy will do as you wish, all as you wish. But isn't a hundred million copies a little too few? If you ask me, we'd need a billion copies~"
As the Pope, how could Bibi Dong not know what had just happened?
Rumors had spread that the Great Enshrined couldn't get it up, and all the people of Spirit City had spontaneously donated whale rubber to him, while her intellectually disabled son had stripped his way into sainthood, leaping into the great cauldron of whale rubber and standing unbowed.
The Qian Family's dignity had truly been thrown to the ground and trampled on. Hearing such news really filled her with boundless delight!!
Something like this ought to be made known across the entire continent. Even Sea God Island, far overseas, ought to hear about it!