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

The disciple took the jade pendant and examined it carefully.

Ji Canghai?

They had never heard of the name before, but the jade tablet in the other party's hand was genuine.

A moment later, his expression changed; his previously cold and stern demeanor instantly transformed into one of respect.

"So it's Senior Ji!"

I have been rude.

"Please wait a moment, senior, I'll go report right away."

Lin Feng nodded without urging him.

He stood there with his hands behind his back outside the mountain gate, the boundless, vast sea view behind him, the sea breeze ruffling his robes.

He appeared to be profound and unfathomable.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a hearty laugh came from the mountain path.

Immediately afterwards, two figures flew out from the mountain.

The person in the lead was Han Jianghe.

Following behind him was a young man who looked to be no more than twenty years old.

The man was tall and slender with a handsome face and an undisguised arrogance between his brows.

The disciples guarding the mountain were all dumbfounded when they saw Han Jianghe come out to greet them personally.

Third Master Han is a direct descendant of the clan, possessing profound cultivation at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, holding a high position and great power.

He actually came to the mountain gate to personally welcome a guest minister.

That's quite a show of face.

Does this season's Canghai have a special talent?

Han Jianghe walked up to Lin Feng in a few steps, laughed, and gently pressed his hand on the array restriction.

A faint ripple appeared in the air, and the invisible protective array of the mountain opened a gap.

"Fellow Daoist Ji, you've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for so long!"

Please come in, please come in!

The young man beside him also stepped forward, smiling and bowing with his hands clasped in greeting.

"My name is Han Xiangting. I greet Senior Ji."

Lin Feng glanced at the young man, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"You're Han Xiangting, the chosen one?"

Upon hearing this, Han Xiangting's smile deepened.

"Senior, it is indeed I."

Han Xiangting said calmly.

The smugness in his eyes was simply impossible to hide.

What right does a mere Nascent Soul cultivator have to be called the Child of Destiny?

However, there's no rush for now.

Although Lin Feng really wanted to slap this guy to death, he still smiled and said, "Indeed, a handsome young man, worthy of being called the unicorn of the Han family."

Han Xiangting didn't show any expression.

Han Jianghe, pulling Lin Feng along, headed up the mountain.

"Come on, Fellow Daoist Ji, let's go inside and talk."

We must have a good drink to welcome you and wash away the dust of your journey today!

Lin Feng smiled and agreed, then followed the two into Jiuyuan Mountain.

Behind them, the protective mountain formation closed again.

The entire mountain peak was enveloped in a hazy, ethereal light.

Han Jianghe led Lin Feng to his cave dwelling.

This cave dwelling is located halfway up Jiuyuan Mountain, in an excellent location.

Ancient trees tower all around, a stream meanders, and a blue stone platform stands in front of the door.

Smooth as a mirror, the platform offers panoramic views of most of the city, making it a true sea-view property.

The sea breeze, carrying a moist and refreshing scent, blows in, soothing the soul.

Feeling the rich spiritual energy around them, so dense it was almost dripping with moisture,

Lin Feng feigned envy and said:

"The spiritual energy here is so rich; it is truly a blessed land of immortals."

Having wandered the world for many years, I have never seen such a blessed place.

"It is truly an immense blessing for Fellow Daoist Han to be able to cultivate here."

He was only half telling the truth.

The spiritual energy of Jiuyuan Mountain is indeed abundant, dozens of times stronger than that of a small place like Cangxuan Sect.

But Lin Feng never considers spiritual energy when cultivating.

However, the act still needs to be performed to the fullest extent.

He is now playing the role of a naive and unsophisticated hermit retainer.

If one doesn't show some amazement upon seeing such a treasure trove, it would only arouse suspicion.

Han Jianghe laughed heartily, his face filled with undisguised smugness:

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Ji, the cave dwelling I arranged for you is no worse than this one."

The Han family has never been stingy with its guest retainers.

Lin Feng hurriedly waved his hand, his face showing fear:

"That's absolutely not going to work."

I am merely a guest, a newcomer, so please make arrangements as you see fit.

"Fellow Daoist Han has already shown me an immense kindness by providing me with a place to stay."

His fearful and apprehensive demeanor only made him more and more pleasing to Han Jianghe's eyes.

He was highly skilled in cultivation and also honest.

Not greedy at all, such a retainer...

It's hard to find even with a lantern.

Han Jianghe's evaluation of him rose even higher.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Ji, what are you saying?"

Now that you've joined the Han family, you're family.

"Don't talk about overstepping boundaries or anything like that again."

Han Jianghe feigned displeasure and said.

Han Xiangting, who was standing to the side, did not speak, but looked at Lin Feng with a strange gaze.

He felt that something was off.

The man in front of me looks honest and simple.

How could a Nascent Soul cultivator look like this?

What puzzled him even more was that this person was actually willing to hand over the white jade token.

That's a white jade token!

Throughout Nanhua County, and even the entire Shenzhou, countless forces have fought tooth and nail for this token.

Han Xiangting asked himself, if he were the one who obtained the White Jade Token, even his own father wouldn't be able to make him hand it over.

But this person just handed it over, and did so so openly and decisively.

It was as if what was given away was not a priceless treasure, but a stone picked up from the roadside.

This is illogical.

That's highly illogical.

He scrutinized Lin Feng repeatedly, trying to find some flaws in him.

But after looking at it for a long time, I still couldn't see anything.

Lin Feng's expression, tone, and actions were so realistic that they were flawless.

Han Xiangting could only conclude in his heart with one sentence:

This person is probably a complete idiot.

Just then, Han Jianghe suddenly had a sword box in his hand.

The sword case was about four feet long and was made entirely of a bluish-black wood.

The surface is covered with fine gold patterns.

Driven by spiritual energy, the patterns on those objects shimmered with a subtle, swirling light, clearly indicating that they were no ordinary objects.

Han Jianghe held the sword box in both hands and handed it to Lin Feng with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Ji, I previously observed that you are skilled with a sword."

This sword box contains a high-grade spiritual weapon, the Nan Hua Sword.

There's also a matching cultivation technique included, which I'll give to you today.

Lin Feng took a closer look, and then hurriedly declined:

"Fellow Daoist Han, this is far too precious."

As a newcomer who has not yet accomplished anything, how dare I accept such a generous gift?

Fellow Daoist Han, you should take it back.

He spoke sincerely, even taking a half-step back as if the sword case were too hot to handle.

Han Jianghe, however, did not allow him to refuse. He stepped forward and shoved the sword box into his hands, saying sternly:

"Fellow Daoist Ji, this is where you are wrong."

You are a guest retainer of our Han family.

He has done another great service; this is just a small reward.

If you don't accept it, won't people say that my Han family is mean and ungrateful, burying the meritorious?

Where do I, Han Jianghe, put my face?

His words gave Lin Feng a lot of face.

They also invoked the family's reputation, leaving Lin Feng with no choice but to accept the money.