"Oh, oh, Grandpa, I get it! Once I become a god, I'll definitely be a wise one!"
Qian Renxing nodded and said this with delight written all over his face. In his mind, becoming a god was only a matter of time.
"Wait, you're already getting ready to become a god?"
Qian Daoliu was speechless. "Xiao Xing, do you even know what gathering faith is for? It's to condense a divine seat! Have you thought about what divine seat you want to condense? Something like the Angel God or the Sea God. Otherwise, if all you're planning to do is spread those billion copies of the sacred painting throughout the world, you won't become a god even if your fame shakes the world!!"
"Oh, oh, I actually have to decide on a divine seat too?"
Qian Renxing's eyes lit up, and he immediately said excitedly, "Grandpa, I want to be the Tricycle God! Don't you think that's cool?!!"
"The Tricycle God? No, no, no, no, that can't be right! With such a low-end divine seat, you'd be a laughingstock even if you became a god!"
Qian Daoliu stared at his dim-witted grandson in horror.
What kind of dim-witted taste was this? If that divine name spread throughout the world, even their ancestor, the Angel God, would be shamed!!
"Xiao Xing, think of another divine seat. The Tricycle God sounds so weak. It's nowhere near imposing or grand enough."
"Oh-ho, Grandpa, you sure have a lot of demands."
Qian Renxing said disdainfully, "But this is the divine name I'm proud of! You already proved just now that your taste is utterly dim-witted, Grandpa. Your advice isn't worth taking at all. If a divine name like this spread, surely lots of people would sing its praises, right?!"
"No, no, no, no, Xiao Xing, hurry up and think of another divine name! If you really become a god someday, do you want to spend your entire life carrying a dim-witted divine name like the Tricycle God?!"
Qian Daoliu truly had his dim-witted grandson's best interests at heart. "The divine seat condensed by the Tricycle God definitely wouldn't be very powerful! And think about it, Xiao Xing. Once you enter the Divine Realm, it'll be full of high-ranking gods like the Sea God, the Angel God, the Fire God, and the Earth God. If you're the only low-end god, with a name like the Tricycle God, won't you feel ashamed?!!"
"Even if everyone in the world sings the praises of your divine name, that's only because they revere you! Even if you called yourself the God of Shit and Piss, they'd still sing your praises!!"
"Oh-ho, the God of Shit and Piss? Grandpa, your taste sure is unique!"
Qian Renxing's eyes lit up at those words. This divine name suited his tastes even better than the Tricycle God. "It's decided! From now on, I'll be called the God of Shit and Piss! Hahahaha, Grandpa, you're an absolute genius for coming up with a divine name like that!"
"No, no, no, no, I was only giving you an example! I wasn't telling you to call yourself the God of Shit and Piss! Not at all!"
Qian Daoliu truly lost his composure at those words and stared at his dim-witted grandson in utter horror. "Ahem, Xiao Xing, how about we change it back to the Tricycle God? I suddenly think the divine name Tricycle God is quite good!"
"No, I think the divine name God of Shit and Piss carries more sacred meaning!"
Qian Renxing said with a delighted expression, "The Dao lies in shit and piss. The God of Shit and Piss is simply my heaven-bestowed divine name! The God of Shit and Piss-Grandpa, don't you think it's sacred?"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh! The Dao lies in shit and piss! The Holy Son's sacred words are so holy!"
Tears welled in Mighty Lion Douluo's eyes at those words, and he immediately shouted excitedly, "Even if the Holy Son becomes the God of Shit and Piss, I'll support you forever!!"
"Wait, Fourth Brother, why are you stirring up trouble again? Don't shout so loudly! What if someone hears you!"
Qian Daoliu was so speechless he could have choked. This was no time to make trouble for him.
He sent Mighty Lion Douluo flying with a swift punch, then went back to soothing his dim-witted grandson. "Xiao Xing, don't listen to Lion's nonsense. As the current Holy Son and a future god, you must have the ability to distinguish right from wrong. You can't just believe whatever other people say! The thought of my grandson becoming the Tricycle God someday fills me with such pride!"
"Oh, oh, I'm a future god! Grandpa, your words sound so nice! The Tricycle God-would becoming the Tricycle God really make you proud, Grandpa?"
Qian Renxing had been very happy. After all, Grandpa had called him a future god.
But suddenly, he caught on and looked at his grandfather with a solemn expression. "I can't believe everything you say just because your words sound nice, Grandpa. That's the lesson you just taught me! I've decided. I'll become the God of Shit and Piss. Once I become the God of Shit and Piss, you'll definitely be proud of me too, right, Grandpa?"
"No, no, no, no, I wouldn't be proud at all! Xiao Xing, give the Tricycle God another thought! The Tricycle God-this divine name is just so cool!"
Qian Daoliu was on the verge of tears.
If his grandson really became the God of Shit and Piss, his own name would stink for ten thousand years along with him.
Just imagining Xiao Xing truly becoming the God of Shit and Piss someday, with others referring to him as, "Oh, that's the God of Shit and Piss's grandfather," made him feel a wave of stench coming at him!!
"Oh-ho, do you really think so, Grandpa?"
Qian Renxing began to waver. "Now the Tricycle God feels a little cooler? Is that just my imagination? But the God of Shit and Piss seems a little more sacred~"
"It's definitely not your imagination, Xiao Xing! The Tricycle God is as cool as it gets. It's simply off-the-charts cool!"
Seeing his dim-witted grandson finally waver, Qian Daoliu hurriedly said, "Ahahaha, the thought of my grandson becoming the Tricycle God someday makes me so happy I can barely contain myself! Xiao Xing, you absolutely must give the divine name Tricycle God a chance!!"
Just then, a sudden wave of exclamations erupted in the square, as though something astonishing had happened.
"Grandpa, let's hurry over and look! What happened over there?"
Qian Renxing's attention was immediately drawn over. Seeing the crowd gathering there, he instantly grew impatient. "Oh-ho, it must be something really interesting! I can't wait anymore! Come out, my little ride!"
As the soul incantation fell, a glittering tricycle appeared before Qian Renxing.
He leaped onto the tricycle, pedaled furiously, and cheered excitedly, "Woohoo! Watch me ride my tricycle straight toward Zhuge Liang's four-wheeled carriage!!"
It was truly unimaginable how a child riding nothing more than a tricycle could burst forth with such astonishing speed.
In the mere blink of an eye, Qian Daoliu's dim-witted grandson had vanished from his sight.
"Wait, Xiao Xing! There's nothing worth seeing over there! Let's settle your divine name first! The Tricycle God really is off-the-charts cool!!"
Qian Daoliu panicked. He had clearly been so close just now, so close to getting his dim-witted grandson to change his divine name from the God of Shit and Piss to the Tricycle God. How had all his efforts fallen short at the final step?
He hurriedly chased after him, frantic with anxiety. This was a major matter that would determine whether his name would stink for ten thousand years!!