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

The beheaded corpse on the execution ground was named Zhao Erbao, a bandit from Fuhu Mountain. His strength had already reached the second level of Body Refinement Realm, with the Tendon Refinement Realm at its peak. If he persisted for another year, he could break through to the third level, Bone Refinement Realm.

He was a minor leader in Fuhu Mountain. Although he wasn't very strong, he was quick-witted.

To Lin Feng's surprise, he also found the figure of hunter Zhao Erniu in Zhao Erbao's memories.

Both of them turned out to be bandits from Fuhu Mountain.

However, Zhao Erniu's status was much higher than Zhao Erbao's.

According to Zhao Erbao's memory, the bandits of Fuhu Mountain were relatively law-abiding.

They only charge caravans a fixed toll.

The common people neither accept bribes nor engage in kidnapping, extortion, murder, or arson.

Not only did Zhao Erbao not do these things, but the bandits of Fuhu Mountain also did not do anything immoral.

However, in the past few months, a force has begun to impersonate bandits from Fuhu Mountain, intercepting and killing caravans everywhere, which has completely ruined Fuhu Mountain's reputation.

They captured a fake bandit at Fuhu Mountain and obtained a clue.

Therefore, Zhao Erbao entered Yongguan County with the purpose of investigating this matter.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Erbao eventually traced his whereabouts back to the Tian Family Martial Arts School and was secretly arrested by the school's people.

He was imprisoned after his limbs were broken, and finally beheaded.

Furthermore, through Zhao Erbao's experience, Lin Feng learned that the Tian family martial arts school was backed by the city lord.

The black gloves belong to the city lord and are used specifically to plunder his wealth.

Fuhu Mountain was unaware of Zhao Erbao's death.

What surprised Lin Feng even more was that the leader of Fuhu Mountain was a beautiful woman with an elegant yet incredibly sharp swordsmanship.

Like a ghost.

Even with Zhao Erbao's strength, he could be defeated in a single move, as easily as crushing an ant.

She's a woman as majestic as an eagle.

According to Zhao Erbao's memory, this leader was not a native bandit of Fuhu Mountain.

He arrived at Fuhu Mountain a year ago, subdued the bandits there, and taught them basic martial arts techniques.

They were also asked to find a white jade plaque, which was said to be located in Yongguan County.

It would be interesting if the bandits of Fuhu Mountain found out that Zhao Erbao had been killed by the Tian family martial arts school.

But Lin Feng had no intention of meddling in other people's business.

Although Zhao Erbao's martial arts were crippled, he was once at the peak of the second level of body refinement, and his experience was also absorbed by Lin Feng.

Now, Lin Feng has enough energy and blood, but what he lacks most is experience.

It's like someone just brings you a pillow when you're about to fall asleep.

Others have difficulty accumulating qi and blood, and need to slowly temper their bodies by soaking in medicinal liquids and eating meat, but Lin Feng doesn't need to; he only needs the corpses of wild animals.

Therefore, as long as Lin Feng has sufficient Qi and blood, he can easily break through to the Bone and Tendon Realm.

To Lin Feng's surprise, even though Zhao Erbao's limbs were broken, the Black Lotus actually fed back some of his cultivation.

Lin Feng's blood and qi were already abundant, and with the help of Zhao Erbao's memories, he was even better off.

The cultivation process proceeded smoothly and effortlessly, with unstoppable momentum.

After completing a set of punches, Lin Feng felt completely refreshed.

With the flow of Qi and blood unblocked, Lin Feng had already easily reached the sixth meridian.

When I tried to stimulate the seventh meridian, I felt some difficulty and stopped.

Lin Feng almost broke through to the seventh meridian.

The body's Qi and blood are insufficient.

One word: awesome.

Breakthroughs are like drinking cold water.

If you practice on your own and want to use your Qi and blood to flow through the seven meridians, it will take at least a year of slow and steady effort.

At the same time, Lin Feng also obtained a set of boxing techniques from Zhao Erbao's memories.

Erbao also knows the "Spirit Ape Fist," a style passed down from the chief of Fuhu Mountain.

General principle: Move like a nimble ape climbing a ten-thousand-foot cliff; form and intention follow each other, and strength penetrates to the bone; with a single divine move, one can break through a thousand pounds.

The key principle is not to rely on brute force, but to emphasize the four qualities of "agility, skill, speed, and penetration".

With agile movements and exquisite moves, he skillfully uses circular motions to deflect force, moving as smoothly as a monkey.

His attacks are swift as lightning, striking the enemy only once before retreating. His power is as concentrated as a needle, piercing through the skin and directly injuring the internal organs and bones.

The first level is similar to the Black Tiger Technique.

It imitates the twelve basic forms of the ape, honing muscles and bones, body movements and footwork.

The set of punches Lin Feng just performed was the "Spirit Ape Fist," and it was incredibly smooth.

However, since the muscles and bones in the body are not yet fully developed, some movements are still difficult.

Not only that, but they also have a set of grappling techniques.

Monkey climbing branches: a grappling technique that focuses on joints and acupoints, like a monkey deftly gripping a tree branch.

With the "Spirit Ape Fist," Lin Feng not only understood human joints but also learned body movements and footwork.

With Lin Feng's current strength, dealing with Zhou Ming would be a piece of cake—like Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts.

If you lack qi and blood, wild animals will make up for it.

If a few more tigers come, Lin Feng estimates he'll be able to break through to the second level of Body Refinement.

When we return to the urban world, we must make those squinty-eyed, middle-finger-raising black guys experience what it feels like to have your arm repeatedly dislocated and reattached.

It must be really refreshing.

In prison, whoever has the biggest fist calls the shots.

Lin Feng cracked his neck, and with a satisfying snap, he locked the door.

Wearing gloves and carrying two wild rabbits, he headed to Zheng Hongwen's house in the west of the city.

The North City District is a slum within Yongguan City.

Zheng Hongwen's home is here.

Compared to the bustling city south, it's like two different worlds.

There are no bluestone paving roads, no gray bricks and tiles typical of bustling city streets.

The road surface was crisscrossed with dry tire tracks.

As far as the eye could see, there were only low, oppressive thatched huts haphazardly built with withered grass, and the air was filled with the smell of dust and decay.

The prison was located at the border between the north and west sides of the city.

As soon as Lin Feng arrived at the entrance of the prison street, he saw a figure waving at him.

It was Zheng Hongwen.

Many elderly people on the road were huddled in thatched huts, so thin they were skin and bones.

Seeing the wild rabbit Lin Feng was carrying, many people swallowed hard.

Looking at the tall and handsome Lin Feng, she felt a little afraid.

"Senior Brother Lin, over here."

"Junior Brother Zheng"

"Yes, the conditions here are very poor. Please follow me."

They followed Zheng Hongwen to his home.

A small courtyard with three thatched huts, and firewood neatly arranged in the courtyard.

Even though the yard wasn't paved, the ground looked clean and tidy.

Lin Feng: "Junior Brother Zheng, your house is so clean."

Zheng Hongwen said somewhat embarrassedly, "No one usually comes to my house, and we don't even have a stool or anything. Let's just sit in the yard."

Lin Feng: "The courtyard is spacious and bright."

Zheng Hongwen took a wooden stake from the inner room and handed it to Lin Feng as a chair, saying, "Senior brother, please sit down first. I'll go deal with the rabbit."

"Um"

After saying that, he handed the rabbit in his hand to Zheng Hongwen.

Looking at the busy Zheng Hongwen, Lin Feng was a little puzzled. This family was really destitute, yet they still had money to learn martial arts.

No wonder he was so angry about not getting any meat.

Seemingly worried that Lin Feng might be hungry, Zheng Hongwen brought over two brown cakes and handed them to Lin Feng.

"Senior brother, there are still some mixed grain flatbreads at home. Have some to tide you over."

Looking at the dark brown cornbread, Lin Feng waved his hand: "I ate something before I came, so I'm not hungry now. You can eat if you're hungry."

Zheng Hongwen said somewhat embarrassedly, "Senior brother, this trip was too rushed. We didn't prepare any steamed buns at home. We'll definitely bring some next time you come."