Time for an Upgrade

Lin Yan stood there, his forehead covered in a thick layer of sweat. If it weren't for the still raging flames around him, the intense heat would have instantly evaporated the sweat that had just seeped onto his face.

So, he should be sweating buckets by now.

His mind raced, calculating two possible outcomes:

To be honest, God of Wine will definitely be fine, but he himself will be hung on the crater by the Father God and roasted for three days and three nights.

Not telling the truth would be an even more serious crime of deceiving the Father God, and the punishment might be upgraded from three days and three nights to three hundred years.

His peripheral vision quickly swept over Wuma Xiu, who was being held in the arms of his own father god.

The other person was nestled comfortably in God of Fire's arms, her little face showing no trace of the grievance she had just displayed. She was braiding a lock of God of Fire's long, bright red hair from his shoulder, and after finishing, she held it up to examine it carefully, nodding in satisfaction.

Only a simple and straightforward God like their Father would believe this to be true.

Lin Yan had just reached this conclusion in his mind when he suddenly changed his mind. His father had lived for so long; even if he didn't understand human relationships, he was by no means stupid.

Perhaps he realized it, but in the other person's heart, none of these things were as important as their own best friend.

Lin Yan cursed Lin Yan, who had already turned to ashes, eight hundred times in his heart, then lifted his robe, clasped his hands, and knelt down.

"Father God, there seems to be some misunderstanding here."

"Misunderstand?"

God of Fire frowned slightly, the flame pattern on his forehead flickered, and his tone was clearly impatient. He obviously didn't have as much patience for others as he did for his close friends.

"Just tell me where that arrogant Divine Scion you mentioned in your letter is? Stop rambling on."

Lin Yan couldn't hold on any longer.

After countless fluctuations in his mind, the string of reason finally snapped completely.

He lay prostrate on the ground and honestly recounted the whole story.

From how his unworthy grandson was bewitched and kidnapped God of Wine, to how that letter was delivered to God of Fire by the Firebird.

Everything, big or small, was thoroughly dealt with.

After saying this, Lin Yan closed his eyes and prepared to receive a kind lecture from his father.

However, after waiting for several breaths, the expected fiery punch did not fall.

Lin Yan was filled with doubt and unease.

What's going on?

Could it be that my father god has slept for hundreds of thousands of years, and his temperament has changed, becoming gentler?

He quietly opened his eyes a crack and just in time to see God of Fire bend down and place Wuma Xiu, whom he was holding, on the Fat Orange Cloud.

Oh wow.

It turns out he wasn't unwilling to beat himself up, but rather it was inconvenient to do so while holding God of Wine.

God of Fire put Wuma Xiu down.

Things need to be dealt with one at a time, and thanks to his relationship with his close friend, this matter will be resolved soon.

First, there's Yan'er.

"In the years I've been away, Yan'er, you've become quite bold."

He didn't speak harshly, but Lin Yan would have preferred him to shout.

Because it means my fist will hurt a lot later.

However, what God of Fire said is true.

In the past, Lin Yan would have already spilled the beans before the God of Fire even started asking questions. He wouldn't be like today, hesitating and stammering when asked.

"Father, be angry!"

Lin Yan slammed his forehead heavily against the back of his clasped hands, bowing deeply, his voice filled with a heartfelt tremor.

The fear of being dominated by the Father God during those years surged from his memories.

That's it. He shouldn't have taken any chances in the first place.

No, he shouldn't have come in the first place.

That's still not right. He shouldn't have lost control of himself hundreds of years ago, falling in love with that beautiful woman and having a child with her.

Without that child, there would be no unfilial descendant, and there would be no messy situation like today where he's being put on the hot seat.

"Bang bang bang"

"Bang bang bang"

"Bang bang bang"

Lin Yan is receiving the most severe instruction from his father.

The God of Fire's fists contained no Divine Power; they were purely a brutal, visceral lesson.

This real beating actually relieved Lin Yan.

The fact that the Father God was willing to take action personally shows that I haven't crossed His true bottom line.

At least he'll still be alive after today.

Fortunately, he was a Demigod, with thick skin and a tough build, and after being beaten up for so many years, he had developed a strong and resilient body.

Otherwise, if this were an ordinary person...

Let alone enduring this entire training regimen, just the first punch would take ten lives.

Wuma Xiu sat on the Fat Orange Cloud, raised his Wine Gourd and took a sip. He had lost his chubby appearance sometime during that time.

His figure was tall and slender, his black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, he wore a simple Blue Robe, and a white crown bound his hair. His face exuded a dashing and romantic air, with a hint of languid intoxication in his eyes, making him look exactly like someone who had stepped out of Deity Statue of the God of Wine.

God of Wine

After downing another sip of wine, Wuma Xiu rested his chin on one hand, watching the chaotic scene of discipline with a hint of smug satisfaction in his eyes.

Hmm, that's more like it.

God has a very faint concept of time, so faint that a battle that lasts for years is just a blink of an eye.

At first, Wuma Xiu was able to wave his Wine Gourd and shout "Go for it!" to God of Fire.

But as he watched, he started to get bored again.

God of Fire only uses a few moves over and over again.

Left hook, right hook, lift and slam, put down and lift again, then left hook, right hook...

My friend, so many years have passed. Even though you're asleep, shouldn't you update your fighting techniques once you wake up?

You should probably upgrade yourself.

Wuma Xiu shifted his attention away from God of Fire and Lin Yan, who was being beaten and howling, and turned to look at Qin Jiu beside him.

Qin Jiu was staring intently at the ground.

In his arms was the Fat Orange Cloud Fat Orange, which was eyeing him intently, its golden eyes sparkling with a puzzled look. "Why does it look so much like me?"

Wuma Xiu asked, "Are you all bored?"

Qin Jiu only looked up after hearing those words.

He looked at Wuma Xiu, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He was all too familiar with that image.

A sense of closeness welled up from the bottom of his heart, because the Deity Statue God of Wine that he had seen since childhood looked exactly like this.

So this is what God of Wine really is like.

"I'm fine," Qin Jiu replied truthfully.

The scene before him was one that many people could never witness in their entire lives. As an ordinary person, he was already incredibly lucky to be able to sit here and watch, so how could he possibly feel bored?

"Not bad? Then it must be really boring."