Chapter 313 Young Master Yang?

Only Li Tianheng himself knew how many times he had rehearsed his meeting with Yang Fan in his mind.

Ever since his Breakthrough to demigod, he had constantly fantasized about how to "save face" the next time he saw Yang Fan, even modifying his lines through several versions.

Yet the moment he actually saw the person, his brain completely short-circuited.

Whatever plans, whatever revenge, whatever vindication—all of it was overridden by impulse.

He had attacked right away!

Coming back to his senses at this moment, he belatedly felt afraid.

A demigod attacking a god…

Just now, even if the other party had casually slapped him to death, not a single person would have said another word.

"Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, I actually preferred your enthusiasm from just now."

Yang Fan smiled, his tone casual.

"Just call me by my name, don't be so constrained."

Hearing this, Li Tianheng's face flushed slightly.

He took a deep breath, as if making up his mind, his voice slightly tight.

"Classmate Yang Fan, I wonder if I might have the honor of treating you to a meal?"

"Of course."

Yang Fan glanced at him, his tone calm, "Didn't you still want to sign a Subordinate God Contract with me just moments ago? I think we can discuss it."

As soon as those words came out, Li Tianheng's cheek twitched fiercely, but ultimately he didn't dare to retort.

Turning to leave, his steps were noticeably much faster than usual.

"Achieved a Breakthrough to godhood, so what? You think I don't have anyone backing me? Just you wait!"

Walking in front, the more Li Tianheng thought about it, the angrier he became, and he had already begun plotting little schemes in his heart.

Along the way, he turned back from time to time to look at Yang Fan.

He found that Yang Fan was simply following calmly, truly acting as if he were attending an ordinary dinner party.

At this moment, Li Tianheng's little notion of 'letting off steam' in his heart steadied by a few more notches.

Soon, the two arrived at the Frontline trading district.

A brightly lit restaurant stood in the center of the block.

Yang Fan's gaze swept across it, his brows twitching imperceptibly, his expression slightly unnatural.

"Classmate Yang Da, please." Li Tianheng grinned with a hint of unfathomable smugness.

Yang Fan glanced at him, roughly guessing that the other party was plotting something.

"Ahem, do you know the owner of this restaurant?" Yang Fan asked casually.

"Of course I do!"

Li Tianheng lifted his chin, his tone instantly turning proud, "The master of this restaurant is none other than my Family's Old Ancestor—Li Fengzhu."

He paused, a sense of confidence and arrogance in his eyes.

"My Old Ancestor is a Fifth-Order God. Yang Fan, I'm not afraid to tell you, once we go in later, you'd better punish yourself with three cups of wine, and the matter of you framing me during the First High school exams back then will be considered settled, otherwise…"

"Otherwise?" Yang Fan's tone remained calm.

Standing at the restaurant entrance, Li Tianheng seemed to have finally saved face, patted Yang Fan's shoulder, and his tone also hardened.

"Don't think you're so great just because you achieved a Breakthrough to godhood."

"I admit my talent is inferior to yours, I concede."

"But when wandering out in the world, background still matters in the end."

"It's just admitting a mistake, it shouldn't be that hard for you!"

He spoke these words with complete and righteous confidence.

After all, the scene just now had made him calm down completely.

With Yang Fan's strength, it wasn't something he could provoke head-on.

But that breath of grievance from back then, he still couldn't swallow it.

According to his idea, having his own elder step forward to slightly suppress Yang Fan's arrogance, preferably letting Yang Fan suffer a small 'loss', would be best.

It wouldn't go as far as making an enemy, but it would vent his spleen.

"No need." Yang Fan replied indifferently.

Hearing these three words, Li Tianheng instead breathed a sigh of relief, his complexion looking much better.

In his view, this could already be considered "backing down".

"Keep your head down after going in."

Li Tianheng lowered his voice, "The restaurant opened by my Family's Old Ancestor is not an ordinary place; those entertained here are all powerful gods with backgrounds on the Frontline."

"Later we'll go to the negative first floor, where there's a small compartment. I'll take you to experience the world."

As he spoke, he had already reached out to push open the side door of the restaurant.

Glancing through the crack of the door into the hall.

Confirming that no one inside was paying attention, Li Tianheng immediately pulled Yang Fan, quickly entered the door, and headed straight for the basement.

His movements were crisp, even carrying a trace of cautious eagerness, as if he were afraid of being seen by anyone.

But the moment he stepped in—

A terrifying coercive force descended abruptly!

Li Tianheng's body stiffened abruptly, and his entire person was instantly frozen in place.

"Hmph."

A low voice sounded, carrying unquestionable majesty.

"Brat, did I not make myself clear enough?"

"Back then when this old man passed by Tiannan Star, I indeed left behind a Bloodline, but I also left behind sufficient resources."

"This place is not somewhere you can come to casually."

"Since you have already achieved a Breakthrough to demigod, you should go to where demigods belong and make your own living."

"This basement of mine is not your safe haven."

"If you really die here, no one will collect your corpse."

The moment the voice fell, a hand was already pressed onto Li Tianheng's shoulder.

A terrifying force pressed down directly.

"Crack—"

Li Tianheng's legs went soft, and his entire body collapsed to the ground on the spot, his face turning ashen.

"Old… Old Ancestor, I know I was wrong, I'll leave right away!"

Gods have long since broken through the shackles of flesh and blood.

As long as the Divine Kingdom is undestroyed, gods do not die.

For them, time has long lost its meaning.

Some gods, with nothing better to do, would even travel between various galaxies, discuss the Dao, or simply pass the long years.

And for such existences, so-called Bloodlines and familial ties are extremely faint in their concepts.

Descendants left behind on a whim occasionally would constantly multiply over a long period of time, thus forming various Family branches.

And the Yang County Li Family was a Bloodline casually left behind by Li Fengzhu tens of thousands of years ago.

In his eyes, this was merely a piece of "past Karma", hardly considered any attachment.

The stronger the strength, the less one cares about blood ties.

If Li Tianheng didn't know his limits, insisted on clinging to power, or even affected the operation of his restaurant,

he wouldn't mind making him disappear completely from then on.

The coercion continued to increase, and Li Tianheng's face grew paler and paler.

He could clearly feel that his bones and Soul were being squeezed little by little.

He was only a demigod.

Once his actual Physical Body collapsed, that would be death in the true sense, with no room for maneuver.

The boundary of death was infinitely approached at this moment.

Cold sweat continued to slide down his forehead.

Just at the moment when his consciousness was about to collapse, that terrifying force pressing down on his body vanished abruptly.

As if it had never existed.

A hand firmly gripped Li Fengzhu's wrist.

That hand pressing on Li Tianheng's shoulder moved away from him.

The movement was very light, yet carried an irresistible force.

The air instantly returned to normal.

Li Tianheng looked as if he had been fished out of deep water.

"Ha… Ha… Ha…"

He staggered two steps, sat flat on the ground, panting heavily, his face pale.

At that exact moment just then, he really thought he was dead for sure.

"Young… Young Master Yang?"