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

Wu Changning quickly walked towards the backyard.

Two white paper lanterns swayed incessantly in the corridor, the words "Martial Mansion" flickering on and off.

The shadows of the two characters "Wufu" were scraped into pieces and scattered on the bluestone slab.

When Wu Changning sensed that the weeping in the mourning hall in the backyard had stopped, his heart skipped a beat.

When Wu Changning arrived at the mourning hall, the coffin was completely empty.

Three concubines slumped on the prayer mats, one of them still resting her hand on the edge of the coffin, her fingertips dangling.

Wu Changning stood still, without moving.

A surge of anger rose in his chest, and his hands began to tremble.

He walked over step by step, gathering a wisp of true energy at his fingertips and tapping several times.

The three women slowly woke up, their eyes still drowsy.

The first person rubbed their neck, frowning and saying in a soft voice, "Oops, how did I fall asleep... my neck is so sore..."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

He looked up and met Wu Changning's eyes.

Those eyes she had looked into for years were now devoid of warmth, filled only with an unfathomable chill.

"Where's my dad?"

Wu Changning's voice was very soft.

The three women were startled and subconsciously looked at the coffin.

——Empty.

"Where...where is the master?" Her voice shrill, and she abruptly turned to tug at the sleeves of the two people beside her. "The master is gone!"

The other two also woke up and, still half asleep, followed her gaze.

Upon seeing the scene inside the coffin, she screamed in terror.

"We don't know...we don't know anything..." The first concubine to wake up shook her head repeatedly, her hair disheveled but she didn't bother to fix it. "I just felt a pain in my neck, and then everything went black, and then..."

"Me too!" another person quickly chimed in, their eyes reddening. "We really didn't know..."

Another person, pale-faced and trembling, suddenly blurted out, "Master... could it be that he left on his own?"

He's a master of innate martial arts; maybe, maybe he's not completely dead and has come back to life...

She didn't dare say the words "resurrected corpse," but the meaning was clearly written on her face.

The three girls looked at each other, unsure who had started it. Low sobs rose and fell, and soon they huddled together, their faces streaked with tears.

Wu Changning stood there, quietly watching them, and after a moment his eyes reddened.

The disappearance of Wu Bin's body completely drove Wu Changning to madness.

At this moment, it finally became uncontrollable.

He drew the sword from his waist.

There was no sound when the sword was drawn.

The three women were still crying.

Wu Changning waved his hand, and a flash of sword light appeared.

Three short, startled screams were heard, then abruptly stopped.

The jade hairpin fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

Wu Changning sheathed his sword.

He stared blankly at the three still-warm corpses on the ground.

He whispered, "Uncle Fu."

The old butler staggered in from outside, saw the mess on the floor, his throat bobbed a few times, but he ultimately didn't utter a single word.

"Let them be buried with my father." Wu Changning's voice was terrifyingly calm. "A lavish funeral."

"Yes...Young Master."

The butler, with a hunched back, went out to call for someone.

Wu Changning took a deep breath, turned around and left the mourning hall.

The candle burned out, and the last wisp of smoke dissipated into the night.

—At the same time, Lin Feng had already quietly sneaked into the study.

Wu Bin's study was extremely luxurious.

Lin Feng walked straight to the bookshelf against the east wall, his gaze sweeping over the rows of thread-bound classics before landing on the third shelf.

There was a set of "Huayang Prefecture Gazetteer" on the table, in twelve volumes. Lin Feng raised his hand and pulled the sixth volume outward by three inches.

Click.

The sound of the hidden compartment popping open was barely audible.

The jade box lay quietly inside, about the size of a palm, its surface warm and smooth, yet cool to the touch.

Lin Feng opened the box and found a pill the size of a longan inside. It was pure white with faint golden patterns showing through.

Marrow Cleansing Pill.

He didn't look at it for long. He closed the box, and with a slight thought, the jade box disappeared from his palm and fell into the Black Lotus Space.

He turned around and went out.

He did not leave the Wu family mansion immediately.

Lin Feng passed through two moon gates, avoided two night patrol guards, and landed on the roof of the tent like a wisp of smoke.

This is where the military treasury and accounting office are located.

With a surge of true energy, the copper lock snapped.

The boxes inside were full of gold and silver ingots.

Lin Feng didn't stand on ceremony.

They took them all in.

I roughly calculated that there were 5,300 taels of gold and 51,700 taels of silver.

There were still quite a few copper coins, but Lin Feng didn't touch them, leaving some for the Wu family.

Lin Feng was completely satisfied.

With the gold in hand, Lin Feng slightly extended his figure, like a wisp of night breeze brushing across the rooftop, and disappeared into the deep night.

Back at Mingyue Inn.

Xueyao, who was half asleep, suddenly felt herself leaning against a stove.

Then, it felt like I was dreaming that I was practicing the splits.

I suddenly felt a sharp pain because I hadn't exercised for a long time.

It turns out she did the splits.

Xueyao also woke up with a start.

"Young master, you're back."

Lin Feng remained silent, focusing solely on his work.

The following day, Huayang Prefecture was in an uproar.

The news of Prefect Wu Bin's death spread like wildfire, from the prefectural government office to the streets and alleys, from teahouses to taverns, and within half a day, the whole city knew about it.

Some say he was ambushed by his enemies; the fighting at the city lord's mansion that night could be heard across half the street.

Some say he was killed because he was trying to steal the White Jade Token.

Whether it was overwhelming grief or some other hidden reason, the young master of the Wu family did not even hold a proper funeral. Instead, he carried an empty coffin to the ancestral grave overnight and hastily buried it.

"Something's not right," someone in the teahouse whispered. "A prefect, even if he died a violent death, should have a grand funeral. This hasty burial seems more like..."

Before he could finish speaking, the people at the table changed their expressions and waved their hands repeatedly, signaling him to be quiet.

Wu Changning's unusual behavior has sparked much speculation.

But no one dared to ask him directly.

In the afternoon, a crowd suddenly gathered outside the government office.

Some sharp-eyed people noticed the notices being posted by the constables and quickly squeezed forward.

Red paper with black characters, stamped with the bright seal of the prefect—

"Zhao Boli, the magistrate of Yongguan County, is hereby promoted to the position of prefect of Huayang, effective immediately, and shall be in charge of all prefectural affairs and oversee matters related to the military examinations."

The crowd erupted in a buzz.

Zhao Boli? That Zhao Boli from Yongguan County?

Everyone else was talking about how Zhao Boli had been promoted to the position of prefect.

"They have connections, that's why," an old man with a goatee muttered, stroking his beard. "Although the Zhao family isn't a top-tier family, they are still an official family."

Sending him to preside over the military examination at this time may well have had a deeper meaning...

Someone chimed in, "Replacing the prefect at this crucial juncture of the military examinations..."

"Let them change it, it has nothing to do with us ordinary folks anyway."

"How can it be alright? The martial arts examination is a major event for the entire prefecture."

Lin Feng stood on the periphery of the crowd, silently listening to the discussions.

He read the notice from beginning to end, confirming that the familiar name was clearly visible on the page, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Zhao Boli became the prefect.

However, Lin Feng was not surprised, as Zhao Boli's strength was already at the Innate Realm.

It was just a temporary measure in Yongguan County back then.

In such a short time, he has already become the prefect, and is to preside over the military examinations of the prefecture.

The family must have powerful backing.

He looked away and turned to leave.

The streets of Huayang Prefecture were still bustling with activity, and the cries of vendors rose and fell.

Sunlight fell on Lin Feng's shoulders, bringing him warmth.

Lin Feng made a fortune in Huayang Prefecture this time.

Lin Feng was in a good mood.

As time passed, more martial arts practitioners arrived in Huayang Prefecture, all with the goal of obtaining the White Jade Token, but they were too late.

The martial arts examination in Huayang Prefecture has officially begun.

Among the crowd, Lin Feng was curious: since there were no Marrow Cleansing Pills this time, what would Zhao Boli use as a reward?

After all, Wu Bin had already announced the reward.