Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

The night passed quietly.

The tranquil environment allowed Lin Feng to sleep soundly.

The next day, sunlight streamed through the cracks in the window and into the room.

Lin Feng slowly woke up.

He slept exceptionally soundly, his internal energy surging and circulating gently within him.

He stretched out a big yawn, and his bones made a series of soft popping sounds.

With a light touch of her toes, she floated up as lightly as a feather, covering several meters before landing steadily in the living room.

Pushing open the wooden door, I entered the courtyard.

The morning air was slightly cool and carried a faint earthy smell.

Lin Feng stopped and performed a simple set of punches.

The internal energy then circulated, nourishing the limbs and bones.

After completing a set of punches, my whole body feels relaxed and my blood and energy flow smoothly.

After finishing breakfast, I changed my clothes and was about to go out.

The sound of gongs and drums could be heard outside.

"Clang clang clang, thump thump thump"

Lin Feng initially thought it was a wedding celebration.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, I looked in the direction of the sound.

At the end of the street, a group of people dressed in dark brown official uniforms were slowly walking towards them.

They were carrying a plaque covered with a red cloth, which looked quite heavy.

At the front of the procession, two bailiffs were energetically banging a bronze gong and a large cowhide drum, the sound deafening.

Leading the way was a middle-aged officer with a goatee and a sharp, capable-looking face. As he walked, he gathered his strength and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"The Great Wei Martial Arts Examination, held once every five years, will be held in Yongguan County. Registration officially begins today."

"Anyone whose cultivation has reached the fourth level of Body Refinement and who is under thirty years old may go to the City Lord's Mansion to register for the exam."

"Once every five years, this is a rare opportunity; the carp leaping over the dragon gate is about to do just that."

"Clang clang clang..."

They shouted a few words and beat drums to attract the martial artists in the city.

Soon, the streets were filled with people.

There was excitement and curiosity.

After all, the martial arts examination, held every five years, is the biggest event in Yongguan County.

Although Yongguan County is a small county, it has produced many talented people.

Once you qualify to participate, you become a martial arts student and are exempt from paying taxes.

Many people from the lower classes dream of becoming martial arts students.

Lin Feng followed the crowd to the county government office in the county town.

A large yellow notice has been posted on the wall, the ink still fresh.

Dozens of people gathered around, whispering among themselves.

The notice is concise and clear:

[Military Examination of Yongguan County, Renyin Year of the Great Wei Dynasty]

I. Application Requirements:

Age: Under 30 years old.

Cultivation level: Body Refinement Stage 4th Level Perfection or above (subject to verification).

II. Registration period: From now until the 30th of this month.

III. The county-level military examination will be held on the tenth day of the next month at the county town's training ground.

IV. Registration Location: Front courtyard of the main residence in Yongguan County.

V. Verification Method: The City Lord's Mansion will assign specialists to conduct basic strength, speed, and endurance tests. Those who pass will be registered and issued test certificates.

Note: The military examination was a grand event for selecting talents for the country, and cheating was strictly prohibited. Violators would be severely punished.

The inscription bears the official seal of Yongguan County and the personal seal of the city lord, Zhao Boli.

After carefully reading it, Lin Feng understood the situation.

Reaching the fourth level of Body Refinement perfection is an incredibly difficult threshold for others, but it's child's play for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng didn't aim for first place; a top ten finish would be enough.

Around noon, there was a knock on the courtyard gate.

It's Zhao Erniu.

He was carrying a roast chicken wrapped in oil paper, still steaming, with a simple smile on his face.

"Brother Lin, are you inside?"

"I got a chicken, wanna have a drink together?" Zhao Erniu said in a loud voice.

Lin Feng opened the door and welcomed him in: "You've come at the right time. I was just thinking of making some snacks to go with the drinks."

He turned and went into the room, took out a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) from his storage space, along with several vacuum-packed braised cold dishes and a bunch of tropical fruits he had scavenged from a Mexican supermarket.

They were piled up in various colors on a simple wooden table.

Zhao Erniu stared wide-eyed at the fruits, most of which he couldn't name, with their bright colors and strange shapes. His dark face was full of surprise: "Brother Lin, what kind of fruits are these?"

In all my years, I've never seen more than five kinds of fruit in Yongguan County. This is truly an eye-opener! What are all these?

"Cherries, bananas, prickly pear fruit, and sapodilla fruit"

"Human heart fruit?" Zhao Erniu's eyes were somewhat restrained; the name made him hesitate.

"It's just a name, don't worry about eating it."

Seeing Erniu's worried expression, Lin Feng smiled and asked, "Oh, by the way, are you participating in the martial arts examination?"

Zhao Erniu: "Lord Zhao also asked me to sign up. He said that Yongguan County is suffering from a shortage of talent, and it would be too embarrassing if I didn't participate."

Lin Feng was somewhat surprised, and said with a teasing smile, "Erniu, you still want to be the top scholar?"

"Absolutely not."

Zhao Erniu waved his hands repeatedly, "Brother Lin, don't talk nonsense. I know my own limitations. I might be considered a good fighter in Yongguan County, but in the whole of Dawei, I'm probably nothing."

Lin Feng poured him another drink. "Let's drink and eat chicken. We can talk about the martial arts exam later."

Lin Feng spent the next five days quite leisurely.

He didn't wander around; he spent most of his time in the courtyard, occasionally drinking with Zhao Erniu.

Although the days were monotonous, there was a rare sense of peace and ease.

On the morning of the sixth day, Lin Feng guessed that the peak of the registration flow might have passed a little, so he went alone to the lord's mansion in the county town.

The gate tower of the city lord's mansion is much taller and more imposing than the surrounding buildings.

A makeshift shed was set up in front of the mansion gate, with two tables set up and two clerks sitting behind them, in charge of registration.

There was also a small open space nearby with several stone locks and stone blocks of different sizes, obviously used for testing.

Fewer people signed up than Lin Feng had expected; there wasn't much of a queue.

Lin Feng had just arrived when the registration process began.

The clerk on the left breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Lin Feng; finally, someone had signed up today.

He dipped the brush in ink and asked, as a matter of routine:

"Name?"

"Lin Feng".

"age?"

"Twenty-four."

"Go over there, test your strength."

The clerk pointed with his pen to the stone bench area next to him, where a middle-aged instructor dressed in shorts and with a muscular build was in charge.

The instructor glanced at Lin Feng and pointed to a dark blue stone block on the ground marked with the words "400 jin": "Lift it above your head and hold it steady for three breaths."

Lin Feng nodded and walked to the stone pier.

The stone pier looked incredibly solid, and its surface was worn smooth.

He didn't use his full strength; his performance was the same as everyone else's.

He bent over, gripped the grooves at the base of the stone block with both hands, and, using his core strength, gave a soft shout: "Up!"

The stone block was lifted off the ground and held steadily above his head, his arms outstretched and motionless.

He even deliberately controlled himself, making his arms and expression appear slightly strained, and held on for five breaths before slowly lowering the stone block, making a dull thud.

It demonstrates sufficient power without appearing too relaxed or conspicuous.

"Passed the test"

The coach expressionlessly ticked a box in the booklet in his hand, then pointed to a marked track next to him, "Go over there, for speed testing."

One hundred steps, round trip, within a time limit.

Next came the tests of endurance and basic reaction.

Lin Feng always precisely controlled his performance, just reaching the passing grade, or slightly better than the passing grade, without standing out in an unremarkable way.

After the four basic tests were completed, the instructor recorded the results on a slip of paper and handed it to the clerk in the shade.

After checking the documents, he took out a dark brown wooden plaque, about half the size of his palm and two fingers thick, from the drawer, picked up a carving knife, and skillfully began to carve on it.