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

Su Shi then said, "Young master, it seems that the previous two sentences are not yet finished."

Could you please add a postscript next to this painting?

Lin Feng knew they were talking about the sequel to "On the Love of Lotus".

He picked up his pen and wrote in the blank space:

"It is hollow inside and straight outside, without tendrils or branches, its fragrance grows more pure as it spreads, it stands tall and clean, and can be admired from afar but not touched."

He didn't write about Tao Yuanming, nor about the Tang Dynasty; those people don't belong to this world.

Su Shi read aloud, "It can be admired from afar but not touched... That's so well said."

"Young master, you are truly a man of exceptional literary talent and noble character."

Lin Feng put down his pen and laughed, "There's no need to flatter me."

Because I not only admire them from afar, I also enjoy touching and playing with them.

Su Shi and Su Qin were stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant. Their faces flushed and their hearts pounded. They were too embarrassed to look at him.

Instead of being annoyed, he was secretly pleased.

It's a double standard, really.

Xueyao laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

"Alright, alright," Lin Feng stood up. "Let's go eat."

Time flies, and three days have passed.

The second round of elimination matches has officially begun.

Forty-five people gathered at the training ground, and the chief examiner announced the rules: divide into nine groups of five people each, and the top two from each group will advance.

Eighteen people advanced to the next round, vying for the final spot as a Juren (a successful candidate in the imperial examinations).

Lin Feng drew the second group.

He looked at the license plate and was quite satisfied.

Let's finish the competition as soon as possible and go home, so we don't waste time here.

Coincidentally, Wu Changning was also in this group.

Even more coincidentally, the two met in their very first match.

As soon as the news spread, the audience erupted in excitement.

The crowd gathered around, eager to see which of the two innate masters from Huayang Prefecture was stronger.

Lin Feng stepped onto the arena.

Wu Changning also walked up, looking at him coldly with a hint of fighting spirit in his eyes.

The gong sounds.

Lin Feng cupped his hands in a gesture of surrender: "I concede."

The room erupted in uproar.

"Admit defeat?!"

"How can he admit defeat? What are we watching?"

"What's going on? Giving up before even starting?"

"Why is this guy such a coward?"

"What a waste of my expectations! I was hoping to see masters of innate level sparring!"

The audience below the stage buzzed with discussion and boos.

Some were disappointed, some were disdainful, and some couldn't help but curse.

Lin Feng pretended not to hear and turned to leave the arena.

Wu Changning stood on the stage, looking at Lin Feng's back, a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

That's it?

He thought he could have a good fight today, but he didn't expect Lin Feng to be such a coward.

Wu Changning stood proudly, his determination to win first place in the state examination growing stronger.

Next, Lin Feng's second match began.

The opponent was a young man at the sixth level of the Acquired Realm, wielding a set of fine steel longswords with flashy swordsmanship, who swung them with great force from the very beginning.

Lin Feng saw this and secretly shook his head.

This sword technique is full of flaws, too much of a showy display, and a waste of internal energy.

There are very few truly lethal moves.

It might impress people in the county-level examination, but it's completely inadequate in a state-level examination.

He carried the same unsharpened, thick-backed longsword and slowly approached.

There are no fancy moves, just simple and brutal slashing.

As his opponent thrust his sword forward, Lin Feng seized the opportunity to slash at him with his own blade.

The opponent hurriedly sheathed his sword to block, but the force of the blow made his arm go numb, and he staggered backward.

Lin Feng didn't rush to finish.

He deliberately slowed down the pace, letting his opponent hold out for a few more moves, so as not to end too quickly and attract attention.

Lin Feng followed up with another strike.

The opponent couldn't dodge in time and had no choice but to take the hit.

After three moves, the opponent was already struggling to defend himself and was in a sorry state.

After five moves, Lin Feng felt it was enough and kicked his opponent in the chest.

The man grunted and flew off the stage, landing flat on his back.

"In Group Two, Class A3, Lin Feng wins!"

The referee's voice rang out.

Some people in the audience applauded, some nodded, and some scoffed.

"He's just so-so. It took him five moves to win. He can't compare to Wu Changning."

"That's right, Wu Changning can kill them all in one move."

"This guy was just lucky to run into a weak opponent."

Lin Feng ignored him and stepped off the stage to stand in the shade.

Meanwhile, Wu Changning's match also began.

The opponent was a burly man at the peak of his acquired cultivation, wielding a pair of bronze hammers, and he looked quite imposing.

The gong sounds.

The burly man struck first, swinging his double hammers in a wide arc and bringing them crashing down on his head.

Wu Changning turned to the side and drew his longsword.

A flash of sword light.

The burly man screamed and fell off the stage, clutching his shoulder.

A deep, bone-revealing wound gushed from his shoulder, staining half his body red.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Some people gasped, some turned their faces away, and some muttered curses.

"That's too cruel..."

"A peak-level cultivator, crippled in a single move?"

"What's wrong with this guy? Why is he so ruthless?"

Wu Changning sheathed his sword and walked off the stage expressionlessly.

Wherever he went, people gave way as if avoiding snakes and scorpions.

Someone whispered, "This guy has a nickname in Huayang Prefecture: 'Blackie Wu'."

"Wu Heizi?"

"That's right, they were extremely ruthless. If you can't beat them, surrendering is the wise thing to do."

"Shh, keep your voice down, you're in trouble if he hears you."

Lin Feng watched this scene from afar, showing no interest whatsoever.

Lin Feng could almost instantly kill Wu Changning.

I just have no interest in wasting my energy on it.

"The second group of finalists are: first place, Wu Changning, a scholar from Huayang Prefecture; second place, Lin Feng, a scholar from Huayang Prefecture."

No one was surprised by this result.

After all, their strength is undeniable.

The only regret is that the two never actually had a real fight.

After announcing the results, Lin Feng left the arena.

They showed little interest in the upcoming matches.

The top ten can become martial arts candidates, and it doesn't matter what their ranking is.

Lin Feng wasn't that competitive.

Lie down if you can.

The next day, Zhao Erniu arrived at Lin Feng's residence.

He scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"Brother Lin, I've been eliminated."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng smiled and said, "You've already achieved a great deal by getting this far."

Zhao Erniu: "Brother Lin, how about we go out for drinks and entertainment?"

Lin Feng smiled and said, "No problem, it's too early now, let's go in the evening."

Immediately, Lin Feng poured Zhao Erniu a full cup of tea.

He said again, "With this much money, you can't afford to go out and have fun many times. You might as well find a decent family and settle down."

Zhao Erniu said, "I used to be a bandit, and I don't even know how to greet a woman."

Hearing this, Lin Feng patted Zhao Erniu on the shoulder and couldn't help but laugh, "Still feeling inferior?"

You're such a fool.

Times have changed. Now you have the title of a scholar, so finding a woman from a wealthy family wouldn't be difficult.

Don't underestimate your status; you're a rising star.

Zhao Erniu asked somewhat uncertainly, "Will it really work?"

"Remove the 'ma' part, and you'll see."

After saying that, he turned to his maid, Xiao Tao, and said, "Go and call Chef Bai over."

"Yes, sir."

A moment later, Xiao Tao led over a woman who looked to be around forty years old.

She was the cook in the mansion. She used to be called Widow Bai, but now she's called Bai Li. However, Lin Feng still prefers to call her Widow Bai.

"Young master, you were looking for me?"