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

Outside the city gate of Yongguan County.

Zheng Hongwen, supporting his sister who had difficulty walking, stood in place, watching the carriage carrying Lin Feng become a small black dot and finally disappear completely at the end of the road.

He then slowly turned around and walked into the city.

For Lin Feng, it was far more than just a simple favor; it was a true act of kindness that gave him a second chance at life.

He desperately learned martial arts and struggled in the muddy waters of the lower class, all he wanted was a chance to change his fate and allow his sister and himself to live with their heads held high.

That day, Lin Feng gave him a secret manual, a recipe, and some silver. Although Lin Feng spoke of it casually, it was like giving him a key that opened the door to his destiny.

Yongguan County and Huayang Prefecture are more than 100 kilometers apart.

Despite being called an official road, it was nothing more than a slightly wider dirt road compacted by carts and horses. It became muddy and impassable on rainy days and dusty on sunny days.

The middle section is still a rugged mountain road.

The bumpy journey was bearable for Lin Feng, who was strong and healthy from years of martial arts training, but for Xue Yao, a delicate woman, the continuous bumpy ride for several days made her brows furrow and her bones feel like they were about to fall apart.

I could only grip the handrail tightly inside the car and endure the discomfort.

Perhaps because the city lord Zhao Boli was in the group, the journey was relatively peaceful, and they did not encounter any bandits or unexpected setbacks.

After traveling for five whole days, covered in dust, we finally caught sight of the outline of Huayang Prefecture's city walls, which were far taller and more magnificent than those of Yongguan County.

Compared to the remote Yongguan County, Huayang Prefecture, as the seat of a prefecture, had a population and economy that were dozens of times larger than Yongguan County.

The city walls stand tall, exuding a sense of stability and majesty.

The city gate was bustling with carriages and pedestrians, creating a lively and noisy atmosphere. Even before entering the city, one could feel the vibrant energy.

Lin Feng lifted a corner of the carriage curtain and looked around the unfamiliar city with great interest.

Besides ordinary people, those entering and leaving the city gates were mostly martial arts practitioners who carried swords and wore tight-fitting clothes.

The soldiers guarding the city gates seemed to take this for granted and did not conduct any checks.

This scene is enough to show how prevalent the martial spirit was in the Great Wei Dynasty.

With the banner of City Lord Zhao Boli in front, entering the city was naturally smooth.

The convoy slowly drove into the city, and the streets suddenly opened up.

The shops on both sides were lined up one after another, and the sounds of hawking, bargaining, and carriages and horses mingled together, creating a lively atmosphere.

Shortly after entering the city, at a relatively quiet street corner, Lin Feng stopped the carriage, took out six taels of silver, handed it to the driver, and sent him away.

Zhao Boli led his large group of men straight to a medium-sized inn with a sign that read "Yuelaiju" and stopped.

The innkeeper had obviously received advance notice and was waiting at the door early, with a respectful attitude.

Zhao Boli dismounted and said to Lin Feng and the others, "The martial arts competition will not begin for another five days."

For the next few days, you should stay here and cultivate diligently, and avoid causing trouble.

"Tomorrow morning, come with me to the government office to register and verify your identity documents."

"Yes, Lord City Lord," the crowd responded in unison.

"After traveling for days, you must all be exhausted. Settle down and get some rest today."

"The inn will arrange food and lodging." Zhao Boli waved his hand.

"Thank you, Lord City Lord."

At this moment, Lin Feng stepped forward from the crowd, cupped his hands to Zhao Boli and said, "City Lord, I have other plans, so I will not disturb you any longer."

Be sure to arrive on time for the martial arts competition five days from now.

Zhao Boli glanced at him, then at Xue Yao beside him, who was travel-worn but whose beauty was undeniable. He understood and did not insist.

He simply stroked his beard and said, "Yes, whatever you like."

However, you must remember that although you have won first place in Yongguan County, this place is Huayang Prefecture, a place full of hidden talents and is far superior to a small place like Yongguan.

Not to mention that if they were to enter the capital city in the future, they would be surrounded by many masters.

Remember to keep a low profile and avoid unnecessary trouble.

Lin Feng nodded respectfully and replied, "I will remember the City Master's instructions."

He always believed that keeping a low profile was the way to go, and that making a fortune quietly was the best approach.

Zhao Boli glanced at the other candidates who were also somewhat agitated, and solemnly said, "You are no different."

Do not assume that just because you have a minor reputation in Yongguan County, you can look down on all the heroes of the world. Remember, there are always people more capable than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding.

"All of you, behave yourselves and don't disgrace Yongguan County."

"Yes!" Everyone's hearts tightened, and they quickly suppressed their arrogance and agreed in unison.

After giving his instructions, Zhao Boli led his personal guards to the government office to hand over official business.

Seeing Lin Feng about to leave, Zhao Erniu, who was standing to the side, chuckled and asked, "Brother Lin, where are you going?"

I'll go with you, so we can look out for each other.

Lin Feng patted his broad shoulder and said with a smile, "Erniu, I appreciate your kindness."

"It's just the two of us, so please don't interfere." His words were slightly teasing, but also made it clear that he didn't want to be disturbed.

Zhao Erniu scratched his head, looked at Lin Feng, and then at Xue Yao standing beside him with her head bowed. "Alright then, Brother Lin, take care. Let me know if you need anything."

After bidding farewell to everyone, Lin Feng took Xue Yao's hand and strolled along the bustling streets of Huayang Prefecture.

Xueyao looked around curiously. The fatigue of the past few days was somewhat relieved by the novelty. She asked softly, "Young master, where are we going to stay?"

Lin Feng laughed and said, "The conditions at 'Yuelaiju' are so-so. Most of the people there are from the counties below who are participating in the martial arts examinations."

Since we're already here, why should we wrong ourselves?

Let's find a better, more comfortable place.

Now that we have plenty of money, we naturally want to choose the best.

Upon hearing this, Xueyao nodded obediently, letting Lin Feng make the arrangements.

As the two wandered through the streets and alleys, Xueyao was surprised to find that Lin Feng was very familiar with Huayang Prefecture.

All of this is thanks to the memories of Wu Hao, the Flying Mouse.

This guy travels around everywhere, so he's naturally familiar with the terrain.

After walking through two streets, we found the most reputable and luxurious inn in Huayang Prefecture, "Mingyue Inn".

The inn had an impressive facade, a three-story building with flying eaves and brackets. Carriages and horses were parked in an orderly manner in front of the door, and the people coming and going were dressed in fine clothes, clearly indicating that they were either rich or noble.

Upon entering the inn, a quick-witted waiter immediately greeted them with a broad smile: "Welcome, esteemed guests! Are you here for a meal or to stay the night?"

"What price range of rooms do you have?" Lin Feng asked directly.

"Sir, our inn has three classes of rooms: superior, middle, and inferior."

A standard room costs 400 cash per day and is clean and tidy.

A mid-range room costs 800 coins per day, is more spacious, and includes tea and snacks.

Superior Rooms…

Before the waiter could finish speaking, Lin Feng waved his hand: "The best one?"

The waiter's eyes lit up, knowing he had encountered a big spender, and his attitude became even more attentive: "Sir, the best room in our shop is the 'Tian' suite in the backyard. It's a private courtyard with a main room, side rooms, a small hall, and a small bamboo grove in the courtyard."

It costs five taels of silver a day, but hot water is always available, and a pot of fine wine is served daily.

She was accompanied by two clever maids who served her closely, a guard who was responsible for security, and a light carriage outside the courtyard that was always at her disposal.

"I absolutely guarantee you a comfortable stay."

Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction after hearing this.

There's a reason it's expensive; the service certainly sounds comprehensive.

"Great, I'll stay in this 'Sky' suite."

The innkeeper, who had noticed this from the side, stepped forward with a wide smile: "Honorable guest, how kind you are. May I ask how many days you plan to stay?"

The shop often has long-stay customers, and there are additional discounts for those who stay for an extended period.

"Let's set it for ten days first." Lin Feng estimated the time before and after the competition.

"Okay!"

The shopkeeper's abacus clicked rapidly, "Fifty taels in ten days."

Since you are a valued guest, the deposit is waived.

In addition, if you stay for ten days or more, the shop will provide you with an extra pot of our special brew, "Bamboo Leaf Green," every day. How about that...?

"Wine is fine," Lin Feng said, showing little interest in the complimentary wine. "If you have any local dried fruits or candied fruits, that would be nice."

The shopkeeper readily agreed: "No problem. Our amber peach kernels and honey-preserved hawthorns are the best in Huayang Prefecture. We will prepare a fresh serving for you every day."

Lin Feng readily paid fifty taels of silver.

The shopkeeper immediately summoned two maids who were already waiting. They were both about fifteen or sixteen years old and had pretty faces.

"Xiao Cui, Xiao Lian, serve the young master well."