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

Competition is fierce, and prices have skyrocketed.

Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction as he watched this scene.

This proves that the people who came are all quite capable and have money in their pockets.

My painting should fetch a good price later.

Finally, the Hundred-Star Grass was sold to the wealthy merchant who had spoken first for 4,300 taels of silver. The old man chuckled as he accepted the silver notes and left the stage.

Next up are number two, number three, and number four.

The items they sell are incredibly diverse, including weapons, elixirs, unknown ores, and other strange and unusual things.

Lin Feng glanced at it a few times, but wasn't interested, so he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

It's finally number five's turn.

A young man dressed in coarse linen clothes walked onto the stage, holding a long sword in his hand.

The sword was completely black and had no edge. It was more like a piece of wood carved into a sword than a sword, and it looked very unattractive.

There are some strange patterns on the sword, which look like decorations or some kind of runes.

The young man stood on the stage, stared at by hundreds of eyes, and was visibly nervous and uncomfortable.

He swallowed hard and stammered, "This...this sword, I found it in the river."

I don't know its name, but it's very sturdy and can't be broken no matter what you use.

I tried hitting it with a hammer and burning it, but there were no marks at all.

I think... this is definitely a treasure.

Starting bid... two hundred taels.

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of laughter erupted from the audience.

"This piece of junk? Two hundred taels? You must be dreaming!"

"Hahaha, a broken wooden sword, I'd even think it's too expensive for an ounce!"

"Young man, are you desperate for money?"

"Nobody would even pick this up if you left it on the street!"

The crowd chimed in with their own words, full of sarcasm and disdain.

The young man's face flushed red instantly, and he stood on the stage, at a loss for words.

Lin Feng hadn't paid any attention at first, but then he suddenly noticed the familiar pattern on the sword.

Isn't this the pattern carved on a flying sword?

A thought struck him, and he quietly released his divine sense to probe the sword.

As soon as his divine sense touched the sword, Lin Feng sensed a faint array fluctuation.

That was a restriction engraved inside the sword, which ordinary people couldn't detect at all.

Lin Feng's eyes lit up: Holy crap, it really is a flying sword!

Although it is of the lowest grade and made of ordinary materials, it is indeed a flying sword that can be infused with spiritual energy and used for flight.

This kind of thing is being sold as scrap wood?

Lin Feng remained expressionless and did not make a bid.

In the end, as expected, no one made a bid.

The young man was unceremoniously driven off the stage by several monks and slunk away to sit in a corner.

Lin Feng waved to the little monk guarding the door.

The young monk hurried over and asked through the bamboo curtain, "What are your orders, benefactor?"

Lin Feng said in a low voice, "Go and find that young man who was selling swords earlier. Tell him that someone wants to buy his sword."

The young monk nodded: "Yes, benefactor." He turned and quickly left.

A moment later, the young man arrived on the second floor.

The young man's eyes were filled with anticipation when he saw Lin Feng.

"Young master, you wanted to see me?"

Lin Feng dismissed the young monk and handed two silver ingots to the man.

"I want the sword."

The young man's eyes lit up, he swallowed hard, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, young master."

Immediately, the young man respectfully handed the sword to Lin Feng.

After receiving the black sword, Lin Feng used his spiritual power to sense that it was indeed a flying sword.

He was immediately very satisfied.

"Young master, do you have any cultivation techniques for acquired skills? I'd like to buy them."

"No problem, it's fate."

After saying that, Lin Feng tossed a book to the young man.

After taking the book, the young man returned the silver to Lin Feng.

Upon seeing the four characters "Qingyuan Sword Manual," he swallowed hard with excitement.

But she still said to Lin Feng, "Young Master, you've picked up the wrong cultivation technique. This isn't an acquired technique; it's an innate technique."

Lin Feng didn't care; there were still twenty books left in his storage space, which were rewards from the Liangzhou court anyway.

"Since I'm in a good mood today, I won't take advantage of you."

Here, I'll give you this copy of "Qingyuan Sword Manual".

"We are all martial artists, so please take this money."

After saying that, Lin Feng returned the silver to the other party.

A flying sword is much more valuable; Zhao Tianlai, that old man, never wanted to buy one even on his deathbed.

The young man said gratefully, "Thank you, sir. Thank you so much. May I ask your name? I will repay your kindness in the future."

"Why bother with past acquaintances when we meet? Go on."

"Thank you, young master."

After the young man left, Gu Yu couldn't help but murmur, "Why must we have known each other before to meet? This saying is truly profound. Is there more to it?"

Lin Feng smiled and said, "I'll tell you when I have time."

Soon, it was number eight's turn, and it was Lin Feng's turn to go on stage.

Lin Feng took out a bamboo hat from his spatial storage, put it on his head to cover most of his face, got up and went downstairs to walk onto the stage.

Lin Feng walked onto the stage unhurriedly, and without any unnecessary words, he said directly, "Next up for sale is a painting."

He slowly unfurled the scroll in his hand, displaying it to everyone.

"This painting is the last painting left by Zhang Chengwen, the Imperial Tutor and former Minister of Rites, before his death."

It is undoubtedly genuine, as evidenced by the seal.

Everyone is welcome to come up and take a look.

The starting bid is three thousand taels of silver.

Upon hearing this, several wealthy merchants took candles and stepped forward to examine the object closely.

After reading it, they all nodded in agreement.

"The painting technique is correct, the artistic conception is correct, and the seal is fine, it's just that the ink looks a bit new."

Immediately, someone realized what was happening: "You mean Lord Zhang is dead?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Lin Feng.

"That's right, Lord Zhang died of illness in Liangzhou City a month ago."

This was the last painting he created before he died, and I bought it at a high price.

"No wonder the ink looks fresh."

"It was actually one of his last paintings before he died."

Everyone sighed with regret, after all, Liangzhou was so far from the capital, it was normal that the news of the death was slow to spread.

If it really dies, then it'll be valuable.

While everyone was discussing it, some people had already started making bids.

I'll offer five thousand taels.

I'll offer six thousand taels.

"I'll offer six thousand one hundred taels."

The bidding begins, with prices increasing by one hundred at a time.

It ended at 7800 taels.

Lin Feng was basically satisfied with the price.

After the transaction was completed, while everyone was still discussing Zhang Chengwen's death, Lin Feng stopped them from discussing it and took out another exquisite wooden box.

He said calmly, "Next, I'm going to sell a peerless treasure, the only one of its kind in the world."

These words immediately piqued everyone's interest.

Lin Feng held a candle in his hand and then opened the wooden box.

In an instant, under the lights, everyone saw a flash of light.

"This object is called a 'glass bead.' Legend has it that it was conceived by a ten-thousand-year-old spiritual clam deep in the South China Sea, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Only one bead is produced every thousand years."

Not only is it clear as dew from the heavens during the day, but at night it also emits a soft green light, as lustrous as jade, which can ward off evil spirits and soothe the mind and nourish the soul.

It would be no exaggeration to say that it is priceless.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it.

Everyone was eager to see it.

Lin Feng smiled slightly, quite satisfied with everyone's reaction.

He then held up the glass bead and walked towards the crowd.