"Xiao Xing, you should say 'worthy talent.' Your worthy subordinates will cry if you call them pickled vegetables!"
Qian Daoliu corrected him instinctively, then suddenly caught himself. "Wait, how does that fellow Su Yuntao count as a worthy talent? That fellow is an absolute freak. He really is a pickled vegetable-no, he's not even worth a pickled vegetable. Someone like him can only count as the stone used to weigh down pickled vegetables. He's nothing but 'worthless material'!"
"Oh, oh, oh! Your Highness the Holy Son, I'm here!"
Mighty Lion Douluo caught up as well, his face bruised and swollen, yet even that could not conceal his excitement.
His dear big brother Qian Daoliu had beaten him for half the night yesterday, after all, and he had nearly been unable to get out of bed today. Fortunately, he had still managed to rise through sheer perseverance.
"Wait, Lion, what are you doing here? How could you even get up? I remember I didn't hold back at all!"
Qian Daoliu stared blankly at Mighty Lion Douluo as he approached. How could this fellow still come and cause trouble? He had shown no mercy whatsoever and had thought he could keep his moronic little brother bedridden for several days.
"Because of the Holy Son, of course! For His Highness the Holy Son, even if I fall ten million times, I can still get back up! All because I want to support His Highness the Holy Son in becoming the true God of Shit and Piss!"
Hearing Qian Daoliu's astonished words, Mighty Lion Douluo immediately burst into laughter. "Big Brother, you didn't expect that, did you? A real man needs backbone like this!"
With a bang, Qian Daoliu sent the laughing Mighty Lion Douluo flying with a kick.
"Have some backbone, will you? Have some backbone! Get the hell out of here!"
After kicking Mighty Lion Douluo away, Qian Daoliu said with a look of disgust, "What God of Shit and Piss? I absolutely refuse to acknowledge that! My grandson Xiao Xing is the sacred Tricycle God!"
"Oh no, Xiao Xing! Huh? Xiao Xing's still here?!"
After kicking Mighty Lion Douluo away, Qian Daoliu sensed that things had gone terribly wrong. This idiot's interruption had nearly made him lose track of his moronic grandson. Yet just as he anxiously searched for traces of his moronic grandson, he discovered to his surprise that Xiao Xing had not vanished without a trace this time. He had not gone far at all!
"Oh, oh, oh! What's this? I don't know why, but seeing these makes me so happy!"
Qian Renxing sat astride his tricycle. The moment he shot out of his Holy Son's Hall, the trees in Spirit City caught his attention. The trees had actually changed to a new style today. They looked very interesting.
Hearing His Highness the Holy Son's words, Su Yuntao, who had been chasing behind him, hurried forward and declared proudly, "Your Highness the Holy Son, this is the little surprise I prepared for you-'Greetings, Holy Son!'"
"I was so excited last night that I couldn't sleep at all. I walked through Spirit City, trying to exhaust every last bit of my wisdom to find a way to repay you for recognizing my worth."
"Suddenly, I noticed that the trees in Spirit City had gone untrimmed for far too long and looked utterly dull. A bolt of lightning flashed through my mind, and I thought of it! I thought of a way to repay just a little of your kindness in recognizing my worth!"
"I immediately transformed into a werewolf and spent the entire night using my claws to trim every tree in Spirit City into this shape. As you can see, every tree in Spirit City resembles a knight sitting on a toilet, saluting toward your Holy Son's Hall, as though shouting in unison: 'Greetings-to-the-Holy-Son!'"
"Hiss... Your name is Su Yuntao? I originally thought you were merely a lucky fellow chosen by His Highness the Holy Son, but I never expected you to possess such loyalty! Your name now deserves to be recorded in the Holy Chronicle I'm compiling!"
Seeing that the trees throughout Spirit City had all become knights sitting on toilets and offering greetings toward the Holy Son's Hall, Xie Yue could not help drawing in a sharp breath. This was actually a true talent.
He immediately began writing furiously. Not only did he add Su Yuntao's name and change the Spirit City resident who had asked the question about farting to Su Yuntao, he even recorded how Su Yuntao had spent an entire night trimming all the trees in Spirit City into "Greetings, Holy Son!"
"Wait, there's no need to record this, is there? What's sacred about this? Isn't this just a treacherous little villain sucking up to my moronic grandson?!"
Qian Daoliu could no longer keep his composure. Was this stuff really going into the Holy Chronicle? What exactly was sacred about it?!
"Oh-ho! I really like your surprise!"
Qian Renxing was delighted to hear this. He had known Su Yuntao was a true talent. "Su Yuntao, you're not just a worthy talent, you're very loyal too! And not just loyal, but very capable as well. Looks like I can rely on you even more from now on!"
"No, no, no, no, Xiao Xing, there's no need for that! This is a genuine fucking treacherous little villain! And this fellow isn't trustworthy at all! He already dares to trim the trees throughout Spirit City into this pathetic shape. I don't even dare imagine what idiotic things he'll do in the future!"
Qian Daoliu could no longer keep his composure. When he looked at Su Yuntao, he was no longer looking at an absolute freak, but an utterly evil, treacherous little villain. "You bastard, just go to sleep properly in the middle of the night! Who told you to wander around Spirit City? And trim the trees in my Spirit City however you pleased? You even cut them into this shitty shape! Did you ask their opinion? Apologize to every tree in my Spirit City right this instant!"
"Lord Great Enshrined, I disagree with your words. These trees aren't in some shitty shape. They're an offering I painstakingly prepared for His Highness the Holy Son over an entire night!"
With tears in his eyes and excitement on his face, Su Yuntao said, "Great Enshrined, don't you think this sight is sacred? Even all the trees in Spirit City are sitting on toilets and greeting His Highness the Holy Son. His Highness the Holy Son absolutely deserves to be the God of Shit and Piss!"
"Sacred? Not in the slightest! What God of Shit and Piss? I absolutely refuse to acknowledge that!"
Qian Daoliu really was beginning to lose his composure. Why would sitting on a toilet and greeting the Holy Son's Hall have anything to do with being sacred?
He immediately retorted, "Those trees are crying! You never asked their opinion! If you ask me, those trees should all look like knights riding tricycles. That would be a truly sacred sight! The Tricycle God is the one everyone truly yearns for!"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh! This sight is so sacred! Even all the trees in Spirit City have become knights sitting on toilets and offering greetings toward the Holy Son's Hall!"
By then, quite a few Spirit City residents had woken up. The moment they stepped outside, they saw this incomparably sacred, incomparably astonishing sight. "This is definitely an auspicious sign from heaven! Does even heaven believe His Highness the Holy Son deserves to be the God of Shit and Piss?!"
"Sacred, so sacred! This sight is nothing short of a miracle! Your Highness the Holy Son, we'll always support you in becoming the God of Shit and Piss!"