"Oooooh, did His Highness the Holy Son actually give it such high praise?"
At those words, everyone turned their gaze to the Holy Son's Contemplation that Yan had carved. The sacred sculpture immediately caught their eyes, and they sucked in cold breaths. "Hiss, to think such a masterpiece existed in this world! Sacred, far too sacred! Yan truly deserved to be the Holy Son's left hand. This sacred statue he carved of the Holy Son sitting on the toilet in contemplation was simply too sacred!"
"Enough already! Just what sort of person would call someone sitting on a toilet thinking a sacred image? He was plainly just unable to shit!"
Qian Daoliu was utterly speechless. Looking at these people was like looking at idiots whose brains had yet to fully develop. Even a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that had taken human form had more brains than these people, and looked more human than they did.
"Great Enshrined, how could you insult His Highness the Holy Son's sacred statue like that?!"
Yan was furious. Even the fact that the Great Enshrined had put in a good word for him and fished him out of prison could not quell his anger. "You have no idea what earth-shattering matters the Holy Son was considering as he sat upon the golden toilet! Didn't those incomparably sacred words His Highness the Holy Son uttered after standing up prove everything?!"
"Enough, really, enough! Do those sacred words about shit, piss, and farts count as some earth-shattering matter?"
Qian Daoliu truly could no longer tolerate these people's nonsense. His grandson Xiao Xing was absolutely no God of Shit and Piss! "I'm telling you, my grandson Xiao Xing is the Tricycle God, the Tricycle God who rides a tricycle to ram the ignorant people of the world awake! People like you lot deserve to be run into by his tricycle ten thousand times!!"
"Oooooh, the Tricycle God? To be run into by His Highness the Holy Son's tricycle ten thousand times-would I actually have such an honor?!"
Upon hearing this, Yan was immediately drawn in by Qian Daoliu's words. He seemed ready to defect from supporting the God of Shit and Piss to supporting the Tricycle God.
"I didn't mean that getting run into by a tricycle ten thousand times was an honor for you!"
Qian Daoliu was so angered by this brat Yan, whose brains had been knocked stupid, that he nearly laughed. But remembering that this was a hard-won potential supporter of the Tricycle God, he could only say in disgust, "Ah, yes, an ignorant person like you deserves to be run into by my grandson Xiao Xing's tricycle ten thousand times!"
"Oooooh, I'm so honored!"
Yan shouted excitedly. To be run into by His Highness the Holy Son's tricycle ten thousand times-he could not even imagine how clearheaded he would be then.
"Yan, you're my left hand! Compared to the Tricycle God, don't you think the God of Shit and Piss is more sacred?"
Seeing his grandfather actually stoop to brainwashing his left hand, Qian Renxing grew anxious. If Yan supported him in becoming the Tricycle God, what would become of his ambition to erect a sacred statue of the Holy Son's Contemplation in every city in the world?
He said anxiously, "Yan, have you forgotten? Have you forgotten the lofty ideal of erecting a sacred statue of my Holy Son's Contemplation in every city in the world?"
"When that time comes, you'll become the God of Statues, a saint acknowledged throughout the world! With that achievement and that fame, you'll absolutely be able to ascend to godhood! When I become the God King of the Divine Realm, you'll sit at my left hand, standing above the gods, equal in rank to Xie Yue!!"
"Oooooh, I actually forgot that lofty ideal! Your Highness the Holy Son, I was wrong!"
Tears streamed down Yan's face. "I'll absolutely never forget your sacred identity as the God of Shit and Piss! I'll absolutely carve sacred statues of your Holy Son's Contemplation all over the world!"
"No, no, no, no, you don't need to remember that! What kind of lofty ideal is carving statues of someone taking a shit all over the world?!"
Watching Yan get brainwashed again by his own dim-witted grandson, Qian Daoliu grew anxious. "Yan, listen to me! Give up those unrealistic ideas of yours! My grandson Xiao Xing becoming the Tricycle God is what everyone hopes for! Just carve those sacred statues of your Holy Son's Collision all over the world, and that'll be enough!"
He could not help turning to the ignorant people of Spirit City around them. "Listen up, you ignorant people of the world! My grandson Xiao Xing is the rightful Tricycle God! If any of you dare support the God of Shit and Piss again, line up and let my grandson run into you with his tricycle ten thousand times! You have no idea how cool the Tricycle God is!"
"Oooooh, to be run into by His Highness the Holy Son's tricycle ten thousand times? Yan became such a genius after His Highness the Holy Son ran into him just twice! If His Highness the Holy Son ran into us with his tricycle ten thousand times, we couldn't even imagine how clearheaded we'd be then! Wouldn't we become the wisest people in the world?!"
After hearing Qian Daoliu's words, the people of Spirit City could not help yearning for it. Their faith in the God of Shit and Piss actually began to waver, and they started longing even more for the Tricycle God.
Just then, a clear voice rang out, splitting the sky like a bolt of lightning. "Wait, look at my sacred painting first! I believe His Highness the Holy Son is the rightful God of Shit and Piss!"
Everyone looked toward the voice and saw Xie Yue proudly holding his sacred painting aloft. When they saw that sacred painting, their mouths immediately fell open in astonishment:
"Th-that is...? Sacred, far too sacred! Its sacredness hits me right in the face! All I can see is holy light! It's too dazzling!"
"To think Xie Yue didn't carve a sacred painting of the Holy Son's Contemplation, but instead carved the uniquely styled Holy Son's Flush, depicting the moment His Highness the Holy Son used the golden flush toilet to flush away his shit and piss!"
"This scene is absolutely one of a kind in this world, something never seen before! Xie Yue, who carved such a scene, is simply a genius!"
The onlookers from Spirit City could not help voicing their admiration after seeing Xie Yue's sacred painting.
They were utterly astonished. They had thought Xie Yue's sacred painting would also be the Holy Son's Contemplation, no different from Yan's, but Xie Yue had actually blazed his own trail!
"Hahaha, that's right! This is my sacred painting-the Holy Son's Flush! It depicts the very moment His Highness the Holy Son pressed the button on the golden flush toilet to flush away his shit and piss!"
Seeing everyone's astonishment, Xie Yue immediately burst into laughter. This was the sacred painting he took such pride in, even more distinctive than Yan's Holy Son's Contemplation.
He explained, "The Holy Son's Contemplation that Yan carved is indeed an image of the Holy Son bearing a sacred presence. However, my Holy Son's Flush is the one and only sacred painting that can display His Highness the Holy Son's wisdom!"
"No one had ever created a way to shit and piss sitting down before, but the Holy Son created it! No one had ever created a flush toilet that washed shit and piss clean away with a single flush before, but the Holy Son created it!"
"If Yan's sacred statue portrays the former, then my sacred painting portrays the latter! Compared to sitting down to shit and piss, isn't washing everything clean with a single flush more sacred? I believe that this point alone makes His Highness the Holy Son the indisputable God of Shit and Piss!"