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

Lin Feng shook his head and chuckled.

"The young master doesn't agree with what you're saying. Buying maids is cheaper, but you still have to teach them from scratch."

Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, demeanor, and conversation—which of these doesn't require effort?

A refined demeanor isn't something that can be cultivated in a year or two.

If you're not short of money, there's no need to be so stingy.

Time is the most precious thing.

Xueyao was taken aback by his words, blinked, and then blurted out, "Young master, what exactly does your family do? How come you're so rich..."

She asked cautiously, but her eyes couldn't hide her curiosity.

No wonder she was puzzled.

For an ordinary wealthy young master, buying a courtesan would inevitably involve much hesitation and calculation, as it would be a huge expense.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, spoke of buying a courtesan with a calm tone and an expression as casual as if he were picking out cabbages at the market.

Lin Feng smiled slightly.

"You can understand it as," he paused, "the world's richest person."

Xueyao was stunned for a moment.

Then she rolled her eyes seductively, her expression clearly saying "You'd be a fool to believe that," but she didn't press the matter further.

-

About half an hour later, Xiao Cui and Xiao Lian came up carrying trays, one in front of the other.

A rich, slightly wild aroma of meat wafted from the wisps of white steam.

"Young master, young lady, please have your meal."

Lin Feng shook his head, not responding to the question.

Although Xueyao's suggestion was economical, Lin Feng really couldn't muster any enthusiasm for it.

Firstly, these days, those who are willing to sell their children are mostly families so poor they can't even afford to eat.

The chances of a phoenix emerging from a chicken coop are extremely low. Besides, it's common for people to be malnourished and thin from childhood, and those with well-proportioned features are already one in a hundred.

Secondly, even the best ones out of a hundred have already been snapped up by brokers and wealthy families, so how could he possibly find a bargain?

Instead of wasting time searching for a needle in a haystack, it's better to select the best of the best.

Why not just buy a ready-made courtesan? It saves time and effort, isn't that better?

Seeing that he didn't respond, Xueyao stopped talking.

After finishing their meal, Lin Feng leaned back in his chair and chatted with her casually.

He put down his teacup and got up when the sun outside the window was beginning to set in the west.

-

When they arrived at the training ground, the competition was in full swing.

As soon as Lin Feng appeared, Zhao Erniu, who was squatting in the training ground, immediately came to greet him.

Take three steps at a time to meet him.

"Brother Lin, you're here."

"From our Yongguan County, only the two of us advanced!"

Lin Feng nodded and looked towards the arena.

He wasn't surprised.

Yongguan County is a tiny, remote place. They can't even gather ten people to participate in the martial arts examination. What hope is there?

It was expected that the others would be eliminated in the first round.

He said calmly, "That's normal."

In Lin Feng's view, this was simply a consequence of the environment.

The previous city lord was too greedy and oppressive. The people were lucky to have enough to eat, let alone have the resources to support their children's martial arts training.

The four major martial arts schools monopolize resources not because they lack talent, but because their paths are blocked.

At this moment, Yuan Chun and his group from Yongguan County were walking towards them.

-

As the four approached, they all looked somewhat disappointed.

Yuan Chun is the senior disciple of the Black Tiger Martial Arts School and the hope of the entire school.

Li Yi was carefully trained by the Li Family Martial Arts School, but unfortunately he was not given important responsibilities.

Back in Yongguan County, Li Yi had challenged Lin Feng in the county examination, but now it seems he was really overestimating himself.

Today, they are all standing in the queue of the eliminated, while Lin Feng, undefeated, easily advanced.

The gap is not small.

Yuan Chun took the lead by cupping his hands in a very humble manner: "Congratulations, Senior Brother Lin, on your successful advancement."

Li Yi lowered his head, not daring to look at Lin Feng.

He was the most resentful of his defeat back then, and now he's the most ashamed.

Lin Feng waved his hand, his tone indifferent: "Don't say that, the competition isn't over yet."

They only won the first round by luck; whether they can advance is still uncertain.

He paused, then added, "After all, only the top ten can obtain the title of Xiucai (a scholar who passed the lowest level of the imperial examinations)."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the group varied.

Zhao Erniu grinned sheepishly: "Brother Lin, you're too modest. We saw all three of your matches; they were all swift victories."

No one even touched the hem of her clothes.

Yuan Chun replied quickly, "Senior Brother Lin is too modest. The position of Xiucai is nothing more than a piece of cake for you."

Cheng Yuan nodded hurriedly, "Yes, Brother Lin, you are the last hope for Yongguan County."

The hope of Yongguan County.

Upon hearing these words, Lin Feng's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

He didn't respond, but simply nodded, his gaze passing over the group and landing on the distant arena.

The group, observing his demeanor, realized he had no intention of engaging in deeper conversation. After exchanging a few more polite words, they retreated to the side.

Li Yi didn't dare to speak from beginning to end.

Lin Feng did not turn around to look at them.

These people are nothing more than a few specks of dust on the long road of life.

After this martial arts examination, it's highly likely that they'll be worlds apart from now on, with no further connection whatsoever.

Their flattery and sycophancy were nothing to him, not even a ripple.

He simply looked toward the ring, waiting for the next match.

-

Yuan Chun stood there, watching Lin Feng's retreating figure, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

He recalled that just a few months ago, Lin Feng was still a handyman at the charity hall.

Back then, who could have imagined that today he would stand on the training ground of Huayang Prefecture, crushing three enemies in succession?

Yuan Chun absolutely did not believe that Lin Feng could have grown to this level in just three months.

He preferred to believe that Lin Feng had been hiding his true strength from the very beginning.

But I never realized it back then.

Yuan Chun sighed softly. If she had known this would happen, she should have tried to win him over more back then.

-

The sun gradually began to set in the west.

The braziers at the four corners of the training ground were lit one after another, illuminating the area around the arena in an orange-red hue.

It seems the prefectural government doesn't intend to drag the first round of elimination matches into tomorrow; they must finish them all tonight.

Lin Feng stood in the shadows beside the arena, enjoying the spectacle.

He looked at each of the players on the field.

Of the more than 400 participants, it was discovered that the vast majority were stuck at the Inner Strength level.

Some cultivators at the acquired realm have weak internal energy, clearly indicating that their cultivation was forcibly achieved through elixirs.

Some have a solid foundation, but their moves are rigid, all routines taught by martial arts instructors.

At this level, they're all eliminated in the first round.

There are also a few weaklings like Yuan Chun who have reached the pinnacle of body refinement, but they are just there to make up the numbers.

Lin Feng withdrew his gaze, already having made his assessment.

For these people, becoming a martial arts student is already the limit.

The next one? The one after that? It's basically hopeless.

After all, age waits for no one, and in the path of martial arts, a single misstep can mean a lifetime of difference.

As for those who become masters later in life—

His gaze sharpened slightly as he swept over the twenty-odd calm and composed figures in the crowd.

These are the talents who are the future martial arts scholars of this year, and many of them joined on their own.

Some of them possessed a deep and solid aura, clearly indicating that they were people who had cultivated diligently for many years.

These are the people who are most likely to be in the top ten this year.

-

Night had completely fallen, and the first round of elimination matches was still going on, but Lin Feng had already lost interest in watching.

He said to Zhao Erniu, "It's nothing special, how about we go have some drinks and entertainment?"

Zhao Erniu's eyes lit up. "Okay, Brother Lin!"

Li Yi, who was standing to the side, said, "Senior Brother Lin, let me treat you."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng waved his hand and said, "No need, I only patronize courtesans."