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

Su Shi and Su Qin also made great progress, jumping directly from the second level of Body Refinement to the fourth level.

Although she didn't take the Marrow Cleansing Pill, she still expelled a lot of impurities, making her skin whiter and smoother, and she looked radiant.

Lin Feng was in a great mood and felt a little hungry, so he went to a private room on the second floor of Fu Man Lou.

Although Fu Man Lou's dishes don't involve any fancy technology, they taste really good.

"Waiter, bring me more good wine and food."

"Yes, sir."

Although the Qi Refining Realm requires fasting, Lin Feng didn't want to force himself to do so.

Enjoy delicious food and fine wine; eat and drink to your heart's content. The point of life is to live life to the fullest.

The waiter responded and left, and soon the table was filled with all sorts of dishes.

After a good meal, Lin Feng enjoyed his food and felt quite refreshed.

While eating, he mentally organized Zhao Tianlai's information.

This old man, Deng, lived to be 139 years old, and for 130 years he was an upright person.

He was a prominent figure in the Wei Dynasty a hundred years ago.

He was also proficient in all the arts, including playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

His calligraphy and painting skills were only slightly inferior to Zhang Chengwen's, which shows how formidable he was.

After all, Zhao Tianlai's main job was cultivation, so he couldn't possibly devote too much attention to music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

Zhang Chengwen devoted his life to studying the traditions of calligraphy and painting, so his skill level was naturally higher.

Before heading to the Cangxuan Sect, he was a young man who had achieved great success and was full of vigor.

Unfortunately, after arriving at the Cangxuan Sect, he became an ordinary person, or even at the bottom of the social hierarchy.

This huge difference is like night and day.

This reminded Lin Feng of his neighbor's son, who was unbeatable at chess in the village and called himself a child prodigy.

As a result, he went to the county to participate in a chess competition, and the next day he became withdrawn and never played chess again.

It took Zhao Tianlai a full ten years before he had to accept that his talent was really just average.

He maintained a relatively upright conduct for 130 years, but his mindset changed in the last nine years.

By chance, he obtained the Seven Soul Lamp, which completely changed his mindset.

In addition to being a royal courtier, Zhao Tianlai also had another identity: the maternal uncle of the current second prince.

This relationship is interesting.

Lin Feng remembered that Wu Bin, the prefect of Huayang, had once thought of giving the White Jade Token to the Second Prince.

They simply coveted Zhao Tianlai's status as a royal retainer and wanted to use the Second Prince to climb that line.

He even wanted his son, Wu Changning, to marry the Second Prince's daughter, thus securing a complete connection with this powerful figure.

Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes.

Wu Bin is dead, Zhao Tianlai is dead, and Wu Changning is not destined for this fate.

After eating and drinking his fill, Lin Feng suddenly remembered something: the white jade token seemed to still be inside the coffin.

Then I didn't pay much attention to it.

Anyway, they can't escape if they're thrown into a coffin.

However, Lin Feng was a little curious—if he didn't go to get it, would the white jade token come back on its own?

After all, that thing is very strange; it might just jump back on its own one day.

Back in the room.

Xueyao and the other three women were instructed to grind ink.

Before the desk, Xiao Tao spread out the Xuan paper, and Lin Feng picked up his brush and began to paint.

Soon, the two paintings were completed, and Lin Feng stamped them with Zhang Chengwen's seal.

Have the women prepare a brazier and dry the food on the side.

Although the ink is new, selling it will definitely not be a problem.

Xueyao watched him draw two pictures in one go and couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Young master, why are you in such high spirits today, painting so many pictures at once?"

Lin Feng casually replied, "I'll keep one to pay for the rent later, and I'll auction the other off in a bit."

Xueyao's eyes lit up, and she immediately became interested: "Where does Young Master intend to hold the auction?"

"There's an auction at Hongfu Temple this evening, I'm going to join in the fun."

After Lin Feng finished speaking, he looked up at her and, seeing her eager expression, cut her off before she could even speak.

"It's too dangerous to go at night, so you shouldn't go. Just stay put."

Xueyao's expectant expression instantly vanished, but she still nodded obediently and whispered, "Yes, young master."

As the sun sets, the sky is ablaze with rosy clouds.

Lin Feng changed his clothes and went out to find Gu Yu. This time he took Gu Yu with him, since Gu Yu was naturally more convenient.

That place was in the eastern suburbs of the city, and it would be quite boring for Lin Feng to go there alone.

Gu Yu asked curiously, "What are you going to Hongfu Temple for? It's almost evening, are you going to offer incense?"

Lin Feng shook his head: "There's an auction over there, I'm planning to go and sell some things."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yu assumed that Lin Feng was short of money.

She pulled a delicate purse from her bosom and, without a word, shoved it into Lin Feng's hand:

"There are two gold notes here. You can use them first."

Lin Feng smiled and stuffed the money pouch back into her hand:

"I have plenty of money, I don't need this."

"I have two items I need to sell; keeping them is a waste, so it's better to convert them into silver."

"Whose painting is this?" Gu Yu asked curiously, looking at the painting in Lin Feng's hand.

Lin Feng smiled mysteriously: "You'll know when we get there."

The two men each led a horse, mounted it, and headed towards the eastern outskirts of the city.

As the autumn air grew colder, the two of them didn't react much.

Lin Feng was somewhat surprised when he arrived at Hongfu Temple.

The place was much more lively than he had imagined.

The area outside the temple gate was filled with carriages and sedan chairs, and crowds of people came and went in an endless stream.

There were richly dressed merchants, martial artists with weapons hanging from their waists, and some Jianghu figures who looked like they were not to be trifled with.

The guards standing at the entrance alone exuded a calm and collected aura, indicating they were at least experts at the Acquired Realm.

Lin Feng was very satisfied.

With more people and fiercer competition, things can be sold for a better price.

He came this time intending to sell another glass bead.

That thing is a waste to leave in the space; if it's not converted into cash, it's only worth one dollar.

Once it's converted into cash, it becomes priceless.

Only a fool wouldn't do a deal that's guaranteed to make a profit.

As soon as the two reached the temple gate, they were stopped by two smiling monks.

The two monks each carried a donation box and approached people with smiles.

Upon seeing Lin Feng and Gu Yu, a monk clasped his hands together in prayer.

"Amitabha Buddha, this benefactor is accumulating merit and doing good deeds, accumulating merit and doing good deeds indeed."

Lin Feng glanced at the people around him and noticed that everyone entering the temple had to throw a small amount of silver into the donation box, just like paying for admission.

Without hesitation, he took out two taels of silver from his sleeve and threw them into the donation box.

The two monks immediately beamed and made way for them: "Amitabha, thank you, benefactor. Please come in, please come in."

These monks are quite good at business.

They also charge an entrance fee.

They even use the guise of doing good deeds to charge admission fees, thus gaining both financial benefits and a good reputation—truly a win-win situation.

Upon entering the temple gate, an old monk came forward and greeted us with a smile, saying "Amitabha."

"Please come this way, benefactor. The auction will be held in the attic in the backyard."

The old monk led the way, passing through several corridors, until they arrived at a three-story pavilion.

The attic was already surrounded by people, some standing, some squatting, some leaning against the wall, in small groups, whispering to each other.

Judging from this, the auction probably hasn't started yet.

Upon reaching the entrance to the attic, the old monk stopped, clasped his hands together, and asked with a beaming smile, "Would you prefer a seat on the second floor, or in the main hall on the first floor?"

"Let's have a private room on the second floor," Lin Feng said without hesitation.

The old monk nodded, his smile deepening, but he didn't immediately lead the way. Instead, he stood still, watching Lin Feng with a smile.

"If you wish to sit in a private room on the second floor, is your current merit insufficient?"