Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body

Yang Jian found the most famous restaurant in Fengxue City, called "Fengxuelou". It was three stories high, with carved beams and painted rafters, and two large red lanterns hung at the entrance, which were particularly eye-catching in the white snow scene.

Yang Jian led the three women inside and sat down by the window on the second floor.

The waiter ran over with a big smile and asked solicitously, "What would you gentlemen like to eat? Our restaurant has specialties such as whole roasted lamb, charcoal-grilled venison, fresh fish from the frozen lake, and 30-year-old aged liquor."

Yang Jian ordered a table full of dishes.

Roasted whole lamb, charcoal-grilled venison, fresh fish from the frozen lake, braised bear paw, stir-fried snow lotus, and a large pot of steaming hot lamb soup.

The dishes were served quickly, filling the entire table. Yang Jian, disregarding his image, grabbed a leg of lamb and began to gnaw on it, eating large mouthfuls of meat and drinking large gulps of soup.

He was starving; he hadn't had a proper meal in all that traveling.

Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu are the same.

They had been traveling for so long, and they were so tired of eating dry rations that they felt like throwing up. They couldn't take it anymore.

Faced with a table full of delicious food, his eyes lit up with envy.

Zhu Zhuqing picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of venison, and put it in her mouth.

The meat was very tender and fragrant, with the unique smoky aroma of charcoal.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, but she still restrained herself, eating at a moderate pace and only taking a small piece of food each time.

She didn't want to appear unreserved in front of Yang Jian, even though she was already incredibly tempted.

Ning Rongrong was rather exaggerated. Sitting in the chair, she awkwardly picked up food, but because she was wearing too many layers, she couldn't bend her arms and could only lean her body towards the table.

She picked up a piece of bear paw, put it in her mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and her eyes lit up.

She picked up another piece, and another, and another.

She ate with increasing gusto, completely forgetting that she was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Xiao Wu is completely different. After all, she is a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form. In the past, in the Star Dou Great Forest, she used the sky as her blanket and the earth as her bed, and she never held back when eating.

Even now that they've become human, it's difficult to change their nature as soul beasts.

She grabbed a leg of lamb and started gnawing on it, her mouth dripping with oil.

She grabbed another piece of venison, stuffed it into her mouth, and swallowed it without even chewing.

She drank another large bowl of mutton soup, which was so hot that she grimaced, but she couldn't bear to spit it out and forced it down. She ate quickly, fiercely, and roughly.

"hiss!"

The customers in the restaurant were all stunned.

They looked at Yang Jian, then at the three girls, and clicked their tongues in amazement.

It's rare to see a man and three women eat like this.

Some people whispered among themselves, their voices tinged with envy.

"That young man is so lucky, he has three beautiful women by his side."

"Indeed, they're all so beautiful. The one in black is aloof and elegant. The one in green is charming and cute. And the one in pink is pure and lovely."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I wonder if I'll be able to sleep tonight."

Chapter 123 Blue-haired Girl

Yang Jian heard these comments but ignored them. After finishing the last leg of lamb and the last sip of soup, he put down his chopsticks and let out a satisfied burp.

"I'm going out for some fresh air."

He stood up, walked out of the restaurant, and was met with a gust of cold wind.

Yang Jian took a deep breath and felt quite comfortable. With the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique in operation, the heat inside his body and the cold outside formed a delicate balance, neither too hot nor too cold, just right.

He stood on the steps at the entrance of the restaurant, watching the pedestrians on the street.

As dusk settled, the shops along the street lit up, casting a warm glow on the snow.

There were even fewer pedestrians. Occasionally one or two people would pass by, but they were all in a hurry and walked very fast.

Tatata!

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves rang out.

Then a tall horse came galloping from the end of the street at an astonishing speed, its hooves clattering rapidly on the stone slabs.

A young man in his early twenties sat on the horse, wearing a brocade robe with a gold belt around his waist, and his hair was combed and shiny.

He wore a nonchalant smile, his eyes half-open, as if enjoying the feeling of the cold wind blowing across his face.

He was moving so fast that pedestrians on the road had no time to dodge.

An old man walked out of the alley carrying a shoulder pole with fruits and vegetables hanging from both ends.

He heard the sound of hooves, looked up, and saw a horse charging towards him. He was so frightened that his face turned pale, his legs went weak, and he tried to dodge, but his body wouldn't obey him.

"boom!"

The horse collided with the old man.

The old man's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, flying more than ten meters before crashing to the ground, where he lay motionless.

The carrying pole broke, and fruits and vegetables were scattered all over the ground, trampled to a pulp by the horses' hooves.

Blood seeped from beneath the old man, staining the white snow red.

The young man pulled on the reins, and the horse stopped.

He glanced back at the old man lying on the ground, his face showing no remorse. Instead, he frowned and cursed, "Old bastard, you're such a damn nuisance! Damn it!"

He didn't even dismount, nor did he even glance at the horse. He adjusted his posture, grabbed the reins, and prepared to leave.

The pedestrians around stopped in their tracks, watching this scene, angry but not daring to speak out.

Some clenched their fists, some turned their heads away, and some sighed and quietly left.

No one stood up, no one spoke up, no one stopped it.

They knew who this young man was and the forces behind him.

The Wang family are the local tyrants of Wind and Snow City; they are not to be trifled with.

Yang Jian stood at the entrance of the restaurant, watching this scene. He frowned and was about to go over and stop the young man, but someone was faster than him.

"stop!"

Just then, a blue-haired girl rushed out of an alleyway on the side of the street at an extremely fast speed.

Her hair was sky blue and reached her waist. She had delicate features and fair skin. She wore a light blue long dress with a white cloak draped over it, which fluttered in the wind.

She rushed in front of the horse and slapped it on the head.

"boom!"

The horse let out a mournful whinny, its front legs buckled, and it knelt on the ground.

Caught off guard, the young man fell from his horse and landed on his back on the stone slab with a dull thud.

His arm was pinned down and made a cracking sound, as if a bone had been dislocated.

"what--!"

The young man let out a scream, a sharp and piercing sound, like a pig being slaughtered.

He lay on the ground, clutching his immobile arm, his face contorted in pain, veins bulging on his forehead, and cold sweat streaming down his face.

"Who! Who dares to attack me!" He struggled to his feet, pointing at the blue-haired girl with his other finger, his eyes blazing with anger: "It's you!"

His gaze fell on the blue-haired girl's face, and he paused for a moment.

That face was so beautiful, as delicate as a porcelain doll, with perfect features, fair skin, and not a single flaw.

His eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth turned up, and his anger subsided, replaced by a kind of greed.

"You little bitch." The young man's voice was tinged with amusement. "Do you know who I am? You dare to hit me? You're finished today! How about this, I'm magnanimous and won't hold it against you. You'd better come back with me tonight and serve me well, and maybe you'll still have a chance to live."

The blue-haired girl's face darkened, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes.

The onlookers around them whispered among themselves, and Yang Jian, standing on the steps, overheard their conversation.

"That's Wang Teng, the eldest son of the Wang family."

"Here we go again, bullying people again."

"That girl is in trouble. Wang Teng has taken a liking to her, and she can't escape now."

"Oh, how pitiful."

Yang Jian understood. It turned out that this person was the eldest son of the Wang family. He had no talent, but he relied on his family's power to do all sorts of evil deeds, bullying men and women, and was despised by everyone.

Unfortunately, no one dared to do anything to him.

The Wang family is powerful, one of the three major forces in Wind and Snow City. Offending the Wang family is tantamount to courting death.

At this moment, the blue-haired girl's temper flared up as well. Pointing at Wang Teng, she said in an icy voice, "You hit someone and think you can just run away? Who do you think you are? You will pay the price today!"

A layer of cold air surrounded her, and an icy blue light emanated from her body, causing the temperature in the air to drop sharply.

A phantom of an ice phoenix appeared behind her, its wings spread wide, crystal clear, radiating a chilling aura, and it immediately rushed towards Wang Teng.

But... Wang Teng also had two bodyguards with him.

The two bodyguards, who had been following behind the horse, finally arrived.

They were burly men, dressed in black leather armor, expressionless, exuding a murderous aura, standing in front of Wang Teng, one on the left and one on the right, like two walls.

The blue-haired girl's fist slammed into one of the people, and a burst of cold air caused frost to form on that person's arm.

But he only swayed slightly before regaining his balance.

He reached out, grabbed the blue-haired girl's wrist, and squeezed it hard.

The blue-haired girl's expression changed.

Wang Teng got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and burst into laughter.

"It seems you don't know my identity yet. Tsk tsk tsk, looking at the entire Snowstorm City, I'm afraid only someone like you from out of town would dare to lay a hand on me."

His gaze swept over the blue-haired girl, his eyes filled with lewd light. "Ah Da, Ah Er, hurry up and get her for me. Remember not to hurt her. I'm going to enjoy her tonight."