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

A night breeze caressed his face as Lin Feng walked at a leisurely pace on his way back to the city lord's mansion.

The prefect's residence was no longer as somber as it had been two hours earlier.

From afar, Lin Feng could see that all the red lanterns outside the mansion gate had been taken down, replaced by two plain white paper lanterns, swaying slightly in the night breeze.

A white silk ribbon was hastily hung above the door.

The faint sound of crying could be heard coming from inside the mansion.

Lin Feng silently climbed over the side wall and landed behind the artificial hill.

The servants in the mansion came and went in a hurry, their faces filled with fear and confusion.

With Wu Bin dead, they also lost their protector.

No one noticed the uninvited guest.

Lin Feng listened carefully to the crying; it was coming from the backyard.

In a few flashes, they arrived at the backyard.

The makeshift mourning hall was immediately visible.

The furnishings inside the hall were rather hastily arranged, with a coffin placed in the center and its lid leaning to one side.

Wu Bin's body had been dressed in burial clothes, and his face had been simply wiped clean, but it still looked deathly ashen. He lay quietly in the coffin.

Wu Changning was not present in the mourning hall.

Only a few young women knelt on the prayer mats, covering their faces with handkerchiefs, sobbing softly.

Judging from her clothes and makeup, she should be Wu Bin's concubine.

One of them cried the most bitterly, almost collapsing to the ground, his shoulders shaking violently: "Master, how could you leave like this?"

"I was fine at dinner last night."

Another person tugged at her sleeve, tears streaming down their face, but they forced themselves to comfort her: "Sister, don't cry. If Master sees you like this, he won't be able to rest in peace."

"I don't believe it. Master is a master of innate level, how could he just leave like that?"

The night wind swept through the hall, and the white candles inside flickered, casting intermittent light on Wu Bin's ashen face.

Lin Feng didn't delay any longer.

He swayed as he entered the mourning hall, and the concubine kneeling on the prayer mat didn't even have time to look up.

With a few taps of his fingertips, several streams of true energy silently entered the sides of their necks, abruptly stopping their crying.

The women slowly slumped to the side.

Lin Feng reached out and touched Wu Bin's corpse. A black lotus appeared in his palm, and in the next instant, Wu Bin's corpse disappeared.

The entire process was completely silent.

Lin Feng moved swiftly, leaping out of the mourning hall and finding an abandoned woodshed in the mansion.

The corner was filled with dusty clutter.

Black Lotus began to provide feedback.

A surge of extremely pure energy flowed into the meridians like water bursting its banks.

That energy was so pure that it was far superior to the internal energy of those at the Acquired Realm.

It rushed straight in along Lin Feng's open meridians, unstoppable, and almost instantly broke through the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head.

boom--

Lin Feng felt as if a spark had been thrown into his dantian.

Like a spark falling into an oil drum.

His entire dantian instantly boiled over, and his internal energy began to surge wildly through his meridians.

However, Lin Feng's acupoints and meridians were all open, and his internal energy flowed like a flood.

As internal energy circulates rapidly through the eight extraordinary meridians, it evaporates, purifies, and transforms at an astonishing speed.

One revolution per day.

The internal energy within the body dissipated slightly, replaced by a purer and more refined true energy—a qualitative leap.

Two weeks.

The total amount of internal energy in the dantian decreased by one circle.

Three cycles, five cycles, ten cycles—

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

The last wisp of internal energy transformed into true qi, flowing steadily through the meridians.

The dantian no longer boiled, but returned to a state of calm.

The total amount of true qi is only 30% of its original size, but the total amount is still greater.

Lin Feng opened his eyes.

With a thought, a wisp of true energy shot out from his fingertips, as thin as a hair, yet a hundred times sharper than any internal force he had ever used before.

He casually made a cursory gesture towards the scrap wood beside him.

Where the true energy passed, the wood broke silently, leaving a smooth, mirror-like cut.

Lin Feng curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

One word.

Cool.

He stretched his shoulders and back, and felt his limbs and bones become lighter, and even his breathing became deeper and more even.

Not only that, his six senses also underwent a qualitative improvement.

Their senses and perception are much sharper, twice as sharp as before.

After wandering around the woodshed, the speed underwent a qualitative change, and the true energy flowed freely and effortlessly, as if it were part of one's own arm.

The footsteps landed without making a sound, not even stirring up the years of accumulated dust.

This is what we are born with.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his eagerness, and sorted through Wu Bin's memories.

The moonlight was thin on the official road. Wu Bin rode alone on horseback, disguised as a merchant, with the white jade token tucked in his arms.

He had already traveled more than thirty miles outside the city when a dark figure emerged from the dense forest beside the road.

fast.

Wu Bin was so fast that he only had time to turn to the side before he was struck in the shoulder by a palm strike.

The opponent's strength is at the peak of the Innate Realm.

Lin Feng recognized him.

This is the guy who just stole the White Jade Token outside the city.

This person's lightness skill has reached a state of perfection, and he can even move with ease when pursuing.

Wu Bin tried his best to escape, but he could not shake them off.

Like a cat playing with a mouse, slowly waiting to die.

He was struck three times in a row over a distance of more than ten miles, and his protective inner energy was shattered twice.

As a last resort, Wu Bin burned his life essence and used a forbidden technique.

That is a method that damages one's foundation, depleting one's lifespan and the potential of one's entire body with every breath.

Like an arrow that has burned itself out, he tore a rift and escaped back to the mansion.

Then, the memory shifts to another scene.

They also wanted to arrange a marriage between Wu Changning and the princess of the Second Prince.

The second prince's maternal uncle is a mysterious worshipper of the Great Wei Dynasty.

The origin of his status as a worshipper is extremely mysterious. It is said that he wields great influence within the royal family, and even the current emperor treats him with great respect.

More importantly, the top ten in the martial arts examination would all enter the royal family and be served and trained.

Even though it's just a matter of registering names, it's enough to make countless aristocratic families fight tooth and nail for it.

The origin of the offering is a mystery, and its cultivation level is unfathomable.

Lin Feng suddenly recalled Gu Yu's casual words of advice before she left: "If you have the chance, you must get into the top league."

Wu Bin racked his brains to get his son into the top-tier university, and wasn't that all for this reason?

Lin Feng regained his composure.

They also received other news.

The whereabouts of the Marrow Cleansing Pill.

In the dark room of the study.

Wu Bin kept it very well hidden; even Wu Changning didn't know about it.

Lin Feng left the woodshed quietly.

After breaking through the innate level, the Dragon Step truly entered a new realm.

Even when he was incredibly fast, he would always make a slight sound when he landed.

At this moment, it was like a real night breeze, brushing past the roof tiles without even stirring the dust accumulated in the cracks between the tiles.

He walked around the east side of the mansion to the backyard, and in a few breaths he landed in front of a secluded little courtyard.

Wu Bin's study.

The window paper let in the dim candlelight.

Lin Feng hid in the corner, not in a hurry.

There are people inside.

Judging from the shadow cast by the candlelight, it should be Wu Changning.

Instead of keeping vigil, he sat alone at his father's usual desk, writing furiously.

His eyes were still red, but his hand holding the pen was extremely steady.

The candlelight illuminated his young face; the grief had not yet faded, but a certain resolve was already faintly visible in his eyes.

Lin Feng did not disturb him.

He leaned against the shadows in the corner, waiting quietly. Wu Bin's body had disappeared; someone should report it soon.

Sure enough, in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, hurried footsteps approached from afar.

An elderly man with disheveled hair staggered in, clearly having run too fast. His hands trembled as he pushed open the study door.

"Young Master! Young Master, no, something terrible has happened—"

Wu Changning put down his pen and looked up.

"Uncle Fu, speak slowly."

"Master's... Master's..." The butler's throat bobbed, and he swallowed hard, his voice almost trembling, "Master's body is gone!"

Wu Changning's eyes flashed with anger.

"What a ruthless person! Who is it? They even plunder corpses."

"Take me there immediately."