35: Chapter 35 Rewards

His joy was beyond words. Seeing Marshal Fang Qing rarely wear such an expression, the corners of Fang Yun's mouth also curled up unconsciously.

Growing up, it was the first time he had ever seen his father so happy.

An unspeakable sense of satisfaction quietly welled up in his heart.

Fang Yun himself did not understand what breaking through to a demigod so quickly meant, but Marshal Fang Qing, as a veteran eighth-order deity, knew it crystal clear.

Anyone who could break through to a demigod within half a year of awakening would undoubtedly grow into a high-order deity of seventh order or above later on.

Therefore, hearing that his son broke through to a demigod in just four months, he was naturally this excited.

When Marshal Fang Qing finally recovered from this shocking good news, his tone became solemn: "Yun'er, since you've brought such credit, Dad will do whatever it takes to fight for you. Taking advantage of your breakthrough this time, I must get some good things for you from those old fogies in the family. Just wait patiently for a while, hahahaha."

"I didn't expect you to break through to a demigod so quickly, so I haven't had time to prepare some resources for you. Yun'er, just say whatever you want directly."

Fang Yun's eyes lit up. He was just worrying about where to get Divine Power, and this was truly a great opportunity.

"Dad, to be honest, your son has had it too tough. The believers in the Divine Kingdom are sallow and emaciated, almost unable to even afford a meal. It's my incompetence as the Divine Master."

Fang Yun hypocritically wiped away his tears and secretly glanced at his father.

Unexpectedly, he saw Jiang Wanyin covering her mouth and snickering on the side, and he turned his head to glare at her.

"Have mercy, Dad, I've been scared of poverty. If possible, just casually give your son some Divine Power." Fang Yun looked eagerly at Marshal Fang Qing.

Seeing his son deliberately playing the pity card here, Marshal Fang Qing couldn't help but chuckle: "You little rascal, you're my son. How could I not give you whatever you're lacking?"

"Tell me, how much do you need?"

Hehehe, I've been waiting for those words of yours. Fang Yun patted his chest and said: "Not much, not little, one billion will do."

Hearing this, Marshal Fang Qing was a bit curious, not because Fang Yun wanted too much. Such a small amount of Divine Power was not even worth mentioning to him.

If he hadn't been afraid that Fang Yun's character was unsettled before, he would have given him this much right at his awakening.

"Yun'er, actually I think you should consider what the Divine Kingdom currently lacks, such as buildings, resource veins, and the like are all fine." Marshal Fang Qing reminded his son to rethink.

"No need, Dad, this is exactly what I lack right now. The Divine Power gap is huge, just give me more Divine Power." Fang Yun was very firm; he urgently needed a large amount of Divine Power to solidify his talent.

He only wanted Divine Power!

Seeing his son so determined, Marshal Fang Qing didn't continue to persuade him. Everyone had their own path to walk, and he had only reminded him.

"Alright, I'll transfer it to you after hanging up the communication. In addition, from now on, Jiang Wanyin will stay by your side to supervise you on my behalf. You must listen to her, understand?"

Marshal Fang Qing instructed. Previously, he had kept Jiang Wanyin hidden behind the scenes without showing her face, partly for protection and partly for supervision.

Now Fang Yun's performance far exceeded Marshal Fang Qing's expectations, so he no longer needed Jiang Wanyin to secretly supervise him.

"Alright Dad, I'll definitely listen to Sister Wanyin."

After obtaining his dad's promise of a transfer, Fang Yun was now absolutely loyal!

"Alright, this Divine Power is considered my personal gift to you. Later, contact Uncle Mu, and he will hand over the family's resources to you."

Fang Mu was Marshal Fang Qing's secretary and also the steward of the Fang Family. As the nominal young master of the Fang Family currently, Fang Yun's resources after breaking through to a demigod were naturally handled by the Fang Family.

"Yun'er, the management of a Divine Kingdom requires day-to-day effort; remember not to slack off. I'll hang up first, I have some matters here." With that, Marshal Fang Qing hung up the communication.

Shortly after, a message popped up on Fang Yun's smartwatch.

[Marshal Fang Qing has transferred 2 billion Divine Power to you. Please collect it after verifying your identity.]

"Holy shit..."

Fang Yun's eyelids twitched violently. He rubbed his eyes and looked again—it really was two billion!

Old Fang was way too domineering, directly doubling the one billion. He quickly verified his identity and collected the funds.

[Your current account balance is 2.20618 billion yuan.]

[Congratulations on becoming one of our bank's youngest Crystal-grade customers. You currently enjoy the following privileges...]

Seeing the message that the Divine Power had arrived, Fang Yun praised his own old man once more in his heart.

Jiang Wanyin also walked over curiously and looked at Fang Yun: "Xiaoyun, are you that lacking in Divine Power?"

Fang Yun was silent for a moment, looked at Sister Wanyin, and nodded. He said somewhat hesitantly: "Sister, it's not that I don't trust you, I..."

Just as Fang Yun was struggling over whether to speak up and explain, Jiang Wanyin gently raised her hand.

That hand was slender and fair with delicate joints, resembling fine suet jade without the slightest flaw.

She extended her index finger and gently pressed it against Fang Yun's lips.

"Xiaoyun, you don't have to tell me. Everyone has their own secrets. You've grown up, and no matter what you do, Sister will always believe in you."

Her smile was as bright as flowers, and she blinked playfully as she looked at Fang Yun.

This unreserved trust warmed Fang Yun's heart. He stared dazedly at the girl before him.

Jiang Wanyin still looked just like she did in his memories, only feeling even prettier than when he was a child.

Aside from her breathtaking face, her hands were also exceptionally beautiful.

Slender and soft, extremely white and tender, her hands also carried a faint, fresh fragrance.

Somehow, Fang Yun was suddenly and inexplicably driven by impulse to take the finger placed at his lips into his mouth.

Jiang Wanyin, suddenly assaulted by Fang Yun, clearly hadn't anticipated this situation. At this moment, her mind went blank and her entire body stiffened.

Her cheeks gradually flushed crimson, her earlobes slowly turned pink, and a hint of panic appeared in her eyes for the very first time.

Dignified as a third-order deity, she actually felt her whole body go limp without a shred of strength.

Her face flushed red as she murmured in a voice no louder than a mosquito's buzz: "X-Xiaoyun, d-don't be like this."

If anyone who knew Jiang Wanyin were here right now, their jaws would definitely drop in shock. The infamous Bloody Witch would actually show such a seductive, girlish posture?

Looking at the shy and stunning Jiang Wanyin, Fang Yun felt that her goddess-like face seemed increasingly alluring and moving. He couldn't help but gently lick the finger inside his mouth.

The sudden warm sensation from her fingertips caused Jiang Wanyin to freeze entirely as if electrocuted, her whole body burning hot.

Just as Fang Yun wanted to go a step further, Jiang Wanyin finally snapped back to reality.

Her finger gently pressed against Fang Yun's mischievous tongue, and she shouted with embarrassment and annoyance: "Hurry up and let go."

She didn't forcefully pull her hand back, afraid of hurting Fang Yun.

At the same time, her voice also woke up the bewitched Fang Yun.

Fang Yun was momentarily dazed. He was actually holding Sister Wanyin's finger in his mouth—when did he become so daring?

He hurriedly and sheepishly opened his mouth. After pulling out her jade hand, Jiang Wanyin pinched him hard on the waist, causing Fang Yun to yelp in pain.

"Pervert!"

"You're not learning anything good!"

Yet at this moment, her eyes were like water and her gaze carried a charming allure, her voice soft and seductive—where was there any hint of reprimand!

"I was wrong, Sister Wanyin, spare me. I'll be at your beck and call from now on, just don't hit me!" Fang Yun quickly hugged Jiang Wanyin.

Fang Yun didn't catch the gentle tone and utter lack of blame in her voice, only caring about begging for mercy quickly for fear that she would be angry.

Whenever he made a mistake as a child, Jiang Wanyin would resort to physical action, so he subconsciously wanted to hug her arm.

At this moment, Jiang Wanyin hadn't recovered from that bizarre feeling just now, and Fang Yun's embrace caught her completely off guard.

Her body leaned back slightly under Fang Yun's pull, and she tumbled onto the soft, large bed.

Fang Yun also didn't expect that someone with the strength to suppress a First-Order God with a wave of her hand could be knocked down by him so easily.

He himself lost his balance as well, and the two of them fell down together.

After a brief weightlessness, their eyes met, separated by a mere inch.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of their breathing could be heard.

Fang Yun was pressing down on Jiang Wanyin's body, tightly embracing her. The tips of their noses were separated by only a thread, and each could feel the scorching breath exhaled by the other.

Fang Yun only felt a familiar, faint fragrance wash over him—the reassuring scent he had smelled since childhood.

He gently lay prone on Jiang Wanyin's body, just like he used to do when he was a child.

Jiang Wanyin was also stunned. The shyness in her eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a tenderness that even she herself hadn't noticed.

She gently raised her hand and slowly ruffled Fang Yun's hair, just like she did many years ago, her movements soft and gentle.

Filled with her habitual indulgence, time seemed to quietly flow backward at this moment.