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

Lin Feng sat in the driver's seat and skillfully started the engine.

The propeller began to turn slowly, making a "whoosh" sound, which grew faster and louder.

The four women huddled together in fear, trembling all over.

Lin Feng glanced back at them and pointed to the seatbelt next to the seats.

"Like me, fasten this seatbelt."

There's a button; just button it in.

He gave an example.

Su Shi swallowed hard, picked up the seatbelt shakily, and tried to buckle it up like Lin Feng.

With a click, it was fastened.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

The other three women did the same.

After they had all fastened their seatbelts, Lin Feng pushed the control lever.

The helicopter slowly lifted off the ground.

"ah--!"

The four women screamed simultaneously, their eyes tightly shut, too afraid to open them.

Lin Feng chuckled and continued to increase the altitude.

One hundred meters, two hundred meters, five hundred meters, one thousand meters, two thousand meters...

He ascended directly to 3,000 meters.

At this altitude, the air starts to thin, and breathing becomes slightly uncomfortable.

But since the time is short, it's not a big problem.

Lin Feng said in a relaxed tone, "It's alright now, you can open your eyes and look outside."

We're already in heaven, completely unharmed.

With his encouragement, the four women cautiously opened their eyes.

Through the window, they saw a sight they had never seen before in their lives.

White clouds drifted past the window, seemingly within reach.

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A bottomless abyss.

The earth became a chessboard, the rivers became thin lines, and the houses became tiny dots.

Xiao Tao rolled her eyes and fainted.

Su Shi mustered her courage and glanced down, only to feel an urge to urinate, which startled her so much that she quickly closed her eyes.

Xueyao was in no better shape; her face was deathly pale and her legs were trembling, but she forced herself not to cry out.

Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh at their embarrassed state.

However, he understood.

People who ride in a helicopter for the first time are afraid, let alone these ancient women who had never seen modern technology before.

Fear of the unknown is a human instinct.

"Wake Xiaotao up."

Xueyao patted Xiaotao's face.

Xiao Tao slowly woke up, and when she saw that she was still in the sky, she wanted to faint again.

Lin Feng took out a box of chewing gum from his spatial storage and handed it to them.

"Each person eats one."

Don't swallow it, just chew it in your mouth.

He first gave a demonstration.

Each of the four women took a piece and put it in their mouths.

The sweet taste spread in their mouths, and the novel texture made them temporarily forget their fear.

Chewing gum, they gradually calmed down.

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Time flies.

The helicopter passed through the first Fuhu Mountain range.

The rolling mountains swept past beneath our feet, like green folds.

Continuing forward, the second Weiling Mountain Range came into view.

That was the backbone of the Great Wei Dynasty, dividing the entire dynasty into north and south halves.

The mountains are majestic and precipitous, shrouded in mist, with a sea of ​​clouds below.

A terrifying sound could be faintly heard echoing through the mountains. To avoid courting death, Lin Feng climbed the plane to over 5,000 meters.

If traveling by land, one must detour 300 kilometers.

But for helicopters, they can simply fly there.

More than an hour has passed.

The four women finally calmed down and were no longer so scared.

They even dared to lean out the window and look down, pointing at the scenery below and chattering excitedly.

"Young master,"

Xueyao couldn't help but ask, "What kind of monster is this helicopter?"

Why are you so obedient?

Lin Feng casually said, "This is a magical artifact of the immortals. No one else is allowed to sit on it."

Upon hearing this, the four women immediately understood.

Immortal treasures!

That makes sense.

They had never heard of any treasure that could take people to heaven, especially one that appeared out of thin air, perfectly matching their imagination of celestial treasures.

Every item they casually pick up is a priceless treasure, and now they've brought out such a celestial artifact...

The four women looked at Lin Feng with a newfound sense of awe and admiration.

Could it be that you are an immortal, young master?

But since Lin Feng didn't say anything, they didn't dare to ask.

-

Two days later.

The helicopter arrived at a valley near Beijing.

Lin Feng slowly descended and landed in a secluded forest outside the city.

The four women got off the plane, their legs were weak.

Lin Feng retracted the helicopter into his spatial storage and led the four women toward the city gate.

For convenience, he had the four women change into men's clothing and wear bamboo hats.

The capital is a dangerous place; who knows what kind of weirdos might be hiding there? Safety first.

Even from a great distance, one could see the enormous city of the capital.

Xueyao and the other three girls were trembling.

Four thousand kilometers in just two days?

At that moment, they finally understood what it meant to "travel a thousand miles a day".

This is no longer just traveling a thousand miles a day; it's traveling a thousand miles a day and then doubling that.

Upon arriving at the city gate, each person paid ten copper coins and successfully entered the city.

A dynasty that reveres martial prowess has no fear of assassins.

The guards at the city gates were all soldiers at the peak of the Body Refinement Realm. Ordinary assassins would not dare to act recklessly and would kneel down in a heartbeat.

As soon as he entered the city gate, Lin Feng felt the prosperity of the capital.

The main street is shockingly wide, a full 150 meters.

A dozen or more carriages can run side by side.

Eight main roads crisscross the city, dividing it into neat blocks.

This is only the outer city; the inner city is where the powerful and wealthy reside. There is no curfew in the outer city, but a curfew is imposed in the inner city at 8 p.m.

According to the recollections of Zhang Chengwen, the Minister of Rites, the capital city had a population of over five million.

Although I knew it was huge from memory, I was truly amazed when I saw it with my own eyes.

The streets were bustling with traffic and crowds.

There were peddlers carrying loads on shoulder poles and young masters waving fans.

What surprised Lin Feng the most was that there were actually similar "buses".

A large horse-drawn carriage that could carry more than a dozen people slowly traveled along the main road, costing only five coins per person.

There are also private carriages that stop when you wave them down, costing one coin per ride.

Lin Feng waved and hailed a private carriage.

The driver was a middle-aged man in his forties with a friendly face.

"Where are you going, young master?"

"Fu Man Lou".

"Okay!"

The carriage started moving, and the driver chatted with Lin Feng as he drove.

"Young master, are you also a scholar here to take the imperial examination?"

Lin Feng was somewhat surprised.

"You can tell that?"

The driver smiled.

"In the past two days, martial arts candidates from various nearby states have been arriving one after another."

Judging from your appearance, young master, you are a man of imposing stature and extraordinary bearing; you are clearly a scholar who has passed the imperial examinations.

So young, he will surely pass the imperial examination this time and become an official.

The future is limitless.

Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh.

This eloquence instantly reminds me of taxi drivers in China's capital city; they can chat so much.

Although the tools used are different, the forms are similar.

As expected, the capital city doesn't tolerate idlers.

However, Lin Feng's understanding of the capital was no less than that of the coachman.

He even knew more about the powerful and wealthy than he did about them—after all, he had the memory of Zhang Chengwen, the Minister of Rites, who was a seasoned veteran who had been in the capital for decades.

The carriage traveled through two main streets for half an hour before finally arriving at Fu Man Lou.

A six-story restaurant stands on the street corner, with carved beams and painted rafters, exuding an extraordinary grandeur.

The entrance is bustling with people, and business is booming.

Lin Feng paid the fare and led the four women into the restaurant.