"No, you really did! Big Brother, you just said, 'Isn't that just taking off your pants to fart?' Stop trying to deny it!"
Mighty Lion Douluo immediately refuted his stubborn big brother Qian Daoliu. He really had heard it.
He shook his head and sighed. "Just admit it. Only a sacred divine name like the God of Shit and Piss is worthy of His Highness the Holy Son! The Tricycle God might be cool-cool as hell, even-but it ultimately lacks a certain sacred feeling!"
"That's right, Big Brother. Stop being so stubborn. We all heard you utter those holy words about shit, piss, and farts just now. The Holy Son is unquestionably the God of Shit and Piss!"
The other five enshrined hurriedly nodded, all agreeing with Mighty Lion Douluo. "The Dao lies in shit and piss. The Holy Son's holy words are simply too sacred!"
"'Taking off your pants to fart' is such a simple holy saying from the Holy Son, yet it holds unfathomably profound truths. Once heard, it can never be forgotten. It has merged into our minds, becoming inseparable from them, so that we unconsciously use the Holy Son's holy words. Doesn't that prove the sacredness of the Holy Son's 'the Dao lies in shit and piss'?!"
"Wait, even if I did say 'taking off your pants to fart,' that doesn't actually prove anything!"
Seeing that everyone had heard him say it, Qian Daoliu knew he could no longer defend himself on that front.
As he recalled Xiao Xing's tricycle, a sudden flash of inspiration crossed his mind, and he hurriedly said, "Don't you think tricycles are just as sacred? Haven't you noticed why Xiao Xing's tricycle is so stable? Despite how recklessly Xiao Xing acts, no matter how he rides it, the worst he does is crash into people. He's never fallen over. A tricycle actually holds unfathomably profound truths too!!"
"That's right, why is that? Why exactly is it so stable?"
The onlookers froze at Qian Daoliu's words. They actually felt he had something of a point and couldn't help asking, "What sort of truths does a tricycle hold?!"
"You're asking me? How would I know!"
The question left Qian Daoliu dumbfounded. As a rank ninety-nine Peerless Douluo, he had few rivals in the world in terms of fighting strength, but theoretical questions like these truly weren't his forte.
He hurriedly said anxiously, "You don't need to know what profound truths a tricycle holds. All you need to know is that tricycles are sacred too. Can't you feel the sacredness within a tricycle now?!"
"Although we really can sense that the tricycle holds incomparably profound truths when you put it that way, Big Brother, you can't just fob us off like this. Compared to His Highness the Holy Son's wisdom, you're a complete moron in this regard!"
Mighty Lion Douluo looked at his moronic big brother with utter disdain. His Highness the Holy Son was clearly Big Brother's own grandson, so why did Big Brother seem like a moron instead now?
"Yes, exactly. Even if we really have sensed the sacredness within the tricycle, you can't expect us to truly acknowledge its sacredness just by fobbing us off like that!"
The onlookers also nodded repeatedly, looking at Great Enshrined Qian Daoliu with helplessness, as though looking at a moron. Compared to His Highness the Holy Son's wisdom, the Holy Son's grandfather really could only be called a moron!
"Hey, hey, what are those looks supposed to mean?! I'm no moron! You bunch of morons are actually looking down on a normal person like me. Isn't that far too bizarre?!"
Qian Daoliu lost his composure, because he discovered that he really couldn't measure up to that moronic grandson of his in this regard.
Even his moronic grandson could come up with holy words about shit, piss, and farts that sounded quite reasonable, yet when his own turn came, he couldn't say a single word.
He couldn't help wondering whether he really was a moron.
No, no, no, no! My grandson is the real moron! It's precisely because I'm not a moron that I can't say those things. That must be it!
"What the heck~ Grandpa can't even explain this. He really is a moron!"
Qian Renxing shook his head helplessly, wearing an expression that said, "You don't even know this? I really don't know what to do with you."
His grandfather wasn't anxious, but he was anxious on his behalf. "A triangle is the most stable structure! That's why my tricycle is so stable."
"The Dao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things. That is the profound truth held within my tricycle!"
"Oooooh! His Highness the Holy Son's tricycle actually holds such a sacred truth?"
The people of Spirit City around them immediately became beside themselves with excitement upon hearing this. "Holy words! More holy words! As expected, only His Highness the Holy Son's holy words possess that sense of sacredness. Thinking back on His Highness the Holy Son's tricycle now, it really was so sacred."
Having seen the Holy Son utter holy words the moment he opened his mouth, they looked back at Great Enshrined Qian Daoliu, who couldn't say anything, like some moron. They truly couldn't bear to look. "Alas, unlike the Great Enshrined. He clearly already knew that the tricycle held sacred truths, yet he couldn't utter so much as half a word, like a moron!"
"Am I really a moron?!"
Qian Daoliu was astonished by his own moronic grandson too.
He hadn't expected that, while he couldn't come up with anything, the words his grandson casually uttered would be so philosophical. His grandson didn't seem like a moron at all. Instead, he was the one who seemed like a moron.
No, no, no! I'm the normal one! What sort of person would want to become the God of Shit and Piss?
He hurriedly said, "Anyway, we can now prove that a tricycle's sacredness is no less than that of shit and piss, right? The Tricycle God and the God of Shit and Piss are equally sacred now!"
"If you ask me, Xiao Xing ought to become the Tricycle God of 'three gives birth to all things,' rather than that God of Shit and Piss of 'the Dao lies in shit and piss'!"
"Oooooh! The Tricycle God of three gives birth to all things? Sacred, far too sacred! He's no less than the God of Shit and Piss of the Dao lies in shit and piss!"
Hearing this, the people of Spirit City around them couldn't help shedding tears of excitement. "Is His Highness the Holy Son the Tricycle God or the God of Shit and Piss? It's so hard to choose! They're both too sacred. There's simply no way to decide!"
"If you ask me, the God of Shit and Piss suits His Highness the Holy Son's style better. That golden toilet fits my tastes as Lion far too well. I really want to have a replica installed in my palace!"
Mighty Lion Douluo took a clear stand in support of the God of Shit and Piss, and his words also won Golden Crocodile Douluo's agreement. "Yes, that golden toilet is simply a sacred artifact. Once I saw it, I couldn't take my eyes off it. I really want to install one in my palace. Just thinking that I could actually sit down to shit and piss, and even flush it clean in one go-it would practically be like entering the God of Shit and Piss's heaven on earth!"
"Yes, the tricycle pales quite a bit in comparison."
Quite a few people immediately voiced their agreement.
"Wait, I have something to say. Please listen, everyone!"
Suddenly, a voice rang out amid the clamor. It was actually the patron from the tavern back then. What had he stepped forward to say?