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

Upon hearing this, Yu Lan froze.

She looked up abruptly, a hint of surprise flashing in her clear, bright eyes, which she quickly suppressed.

As a girl from a prominent family, she was very well-mannered. No matter how excited she was inside, she couldn't show it too much on her face.

She only slightly widened her eyes, but her tone remained gentle: "Young Master Lin... you are truly amazing."

"I wonder how long it takes to make a piano?"

Lin Feng pretended to do some calculations, pondered for a moment, and then said, "It will take at least a month."

Yu Lan breathed a sigh of relief, a genuine smile appearing on her face:

"That's good.

Would you be willing to make me a piano?

The price is negotiable; we will definitely not let Young Master Lin suffer a loss.

Lin Feng: "Well, as you know, the materials for this piano are not easy to find, and it takes a lot of effort..."

"Five Marrow Cleansing Pills."

Suddenly, a clear, cold voice interrupted Lin Feng;

The one speaking was Liang Bing, who was wearing a straw hat.

Lin Feng immediately blurted out, "Deal!"

His gaze toward Liang Bing instantly became more and more satisfied.

Although this woman is cold and aloof, and exudes a chilling aura at the slightest provocation, her offer was surprisingly straightforward.

Five Marrow Cleansing Pills, without even blinking. As expected of a guard from a major family, he has plenty of confidence.

Beneath the straw hat, Liang Bing's lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile—a smile tinged with a hint of disdain.

Yu Lan didn't think that much about it; she just felt that she had made the right choice by coming today.

I originally just wanted to ask for advice on music theory, but I never expected to get a new musical instrument.

She was so happy that a faint blush rose on her face, making her pale complexion look better.

"Young Master Lin, that's wonderful."

"Then it's settled. I'll be waiting for your piano performance in a month."

Lin Feng also stood up, smiling and cupping his hands in greeting: "No problem, we'll exchange money for goods."

The day the piano is completed will be the day the five Marrow Cleansing Pills are placed in the bag.

Five Marrow Cleansing Pills would cost 50,000 taels of silver at market price.

Fifty thousand taels of silver is roughly equivalent to five thousand taels of gold.

In US dollars, it's about forty million US dollars!

A handcrafted piano sold for forty million US dollars—that's a profitable deal.

In high spirits, he immediately took out a brand new lipstick from his sleeve and handed it to Yu Lan:

"Miss Yu, it is impolite not to reciprocate."

This is a little trinket I made myself; I'm giving it to you.

Yu Lan took the delicate little tube, her eyes filled with joy.

She received one from Xueyao yesterday and, having witnessed its wonders, is now absolutely enamored with it.

I was overjoyed to receive another one today.

"Thank you, Young Master Lin." She carefully tucked the lipstick into her sleeve and thanked him again.

After seeing Yu Lan and Liang Bing off, Lin Feng closed the door and couldn't help but click his tongue twice.

"Beautiful, kind-hearted, and generous—what a wonderful girl!"

As he walked into the house, he exclaimed, "I wouldn't mind having a dozen customers like this!"

Xueyao smiled slightly to the side, and Su Shi and Su Qin couldn't help but laugh out loud as well.

This was the first time they had ever seen their young master so delighted; it seemed that the five Marrow Cleansing Pills had indeed put him in a great mood.

Lin Feng walked to the window and watched the two figures below gradually disappear into the distance, but he was thinking about something else.

How strong is this woman wearing a straw hat?

The chill he felt just now still lingers in his mind.

Lin Feng is now at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm. Although he is not top-tier, he has entered the high-end stage in the Great Wei Dynasty.

Throughout Liangzhou, tens of thousands of martial artists participated in the martial arts examination, but only three innate masters emerged.

But the strength that could make his hair stand on end and feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar must be more than just innate.

Could it be the legendary Grandmaster realm?

He quickly retrieved the memories he had absorbed into his mind, including Zhang Chengwen's memories, which mentioned the Grandmaster realm.

The royal retainers of the Great Wei Dynasty are said to be masters above the Innate Realm. Their specific realms and titles are unknown in private, but they are generally referred to as Grandmasters in the martial arts world.

These people are elusive and rarely show their faces.

Could Liang Bing, who was wearing a straw hat, actually be a grandmaster?

Lin Feng felt an itch in his heart, like a cat scratching.

After a moment, Lin Feng snapped out of his thoughts and turned to look at Xue Yao and the other girls in the room.

Now that things have stabilized for the time being, it's time to go find Gu Yu.

According to the records of Zhang Chengwen, the former Minister of Rites, the Gu family was a first-class family in the capital with deep roots.

Both the Gu family and the Zhao family of Zhao Boli were prominent and influential families in the capital.

Now that he was in the capital, Lin Feng figured he should at least go and see Gu Yu.

Gu Yu delivered the white jade token and left. Thinking about it, it really had been several months since they last met.

He said it was to break through to the Innate Realm, but I don't know if he actually succeeded.

If they met again, Lin Feng would be stronger than Gu Yu.

Just thinking about it makes Lin Feng anticipate Gu Yu's expression.

But we can't go empty-handed, can we?

After thinking for a moment, Lin Feng decided to give her a piece of calligraphy and painting.

Zhang Chengwen's calligraphy and paintings are quite famous in Beijing. Although he has passed away, his works are still valuable items.

With Zhang Chengwen's seal and his memories of him, imitating his paintings would be a piece of cake.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng said, "Go prepare the ink, I want to paint."

Upon hearing this, Xueyao and Su Shi immediately perked up.

Do they still remember the calligraphy the young master wrote last time? His slender, sword-like handwriting was truly stunning and they loved it to bits.

I didn't expect that the young master would pick up his brush again. Is he going to paint this time?

"Yes, young master!" the two said in unison and immediately got to work.

Su Qin also came over to help, some laying out paper, others grinding ink, and soon everything was ready on the desk.

The finest Xuan paper is laid out, the ink of just the right consistency is ground, and several wolf-hair brushes of different sizes hang on the brush rack.

Lin Feng walked to the desk, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and went through Zhang Chengwen's painting style in his mind.

Zhang Chengwen loved painting landscapes most during his lifetime, and was especially skilled in ink painting. His brushwork was vigorous and mature, and his artistic conception was profound.

Lin Feng absorbed his memories and now mobilized them as easily as if he had been painting for decades.

He opened his eyes, picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write.

Flowing like clouds and water.

The first stroke of the brush creates a powerful mountain ridge.

Then, the ink changed in shades, and the texture of the rocks gradually became clear.

Lin Feng's brushstrokes were incredibly fast, yet as steady as a rock, each stroke perfectly executed.

The three girls beside her, Xueyao, Sushi, and Suqin, initially just watched with curiosity, but gradually their eyes widened, their mouths opened slightly, and their faces were full of disbelief.

What did they see?

This painting style...this artistic conception...how come it's so similar to Zhang Chengwen, who was a master of both calligraphy and painting?

The three women exchanged glances, all seeing shock in each other's eyes.

But they dared not make a sound, for fear of disturbing Lin Feng.

I could only hold my breath and stare intently.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Lin Feng put down his pen.

A landscape painting is complete.

In the upper left corner of the image, Lin Feng wrote a poem, which contained some of Zhang Chengwen's favorite lines—of course, from his memory.

Poetry and painting complement each other perfectly, creating a harmonious and natural artistic conception.

Lin Feng examined it for a moment and nodded in satisfaction.

He then took out a seal from his sleeve—it was Zhang Chengwen's private seal, exquisitely carved.

He dipped his brush in the vermilion ink and gently pressed it onto the lower right corner of the painting.

A bright red stamp landed on the paper.

Zhang Chengwen's seal.

His movements were incredibly skillful, as if he had done them a thousand times.

Su Shi, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't hold back anymore. She pointed at the seal, her voice trembling slightly: "This...this...it's like Lord Zhang has been reincarnated."

Young master, this painting... this painting, whether in terms of artistic conception or painting technique, is a perfect replica, exactly the same as the one painted by Lord Zhang himself.

And this seal...this seal looks real no matter how you look at it."