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

Lin Feng felt that his behavior could be attributed to a desire for control.

He had handled those arrows with great care.

The arrows pierced through joints and tendons, causing excruciating pain that could destroy a person's ability to move and their will, yet they cleverly avoided all vital organs.

Huang Shouye's life won't end anytime soon, but he's practically a cripple.

If it weren't for the need to completely clear his name and shift the blame elsewhere, he would have loved to behead this bastard on the spot to pay tribute to the five Zhang family members who died unjustly.

"No rush, and it's not something that can be done right now."

Lin Feng gazed at the towering flames of the Huang Family Martial Arts School in the night, his murderous aura still lingering.

After killing several people, Lin Feng's eyes became increasingly sharp, and he was under considerable pressure.

Although Huang Shouye was lucky enough to survive, all the tendons and veins in his limbs were severed and his bones were shattered. Not to mention learning martial arts, it would be a problem whether he could even take care of himself in the future.

Such a severe injury requires at least six months of recuperation before one can even get out of bed.

Now, the Huang family's gambling den has turned to ashes, their pillar Huang Xionghuan is dead, and only Huang Shouye remains, completely powerless. To the city lord, the Huang family is nothing but worthless trash.

In the deep waters of Yongguan County, a powerless good-for-nothing is like a vicious dog that has lost its claws and teeth.

The city lord will never waste a single resource to preserve a useless pawn.

Once they lose their usefulness, they are destined to be discarded.

Lin Feng even believed that he didn't need to do anything himself.

Those who had been oppressed and humiliated by the Huang family father and son, those who had dared not speak out against their wrongdoings, would turn into wolves and jackals to deal with Huang Shouye once they realized that the Huang family had truly fallen.

When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down; when a drum is broken, everyone beats it. This is a common sight in this world.

After confirming that there was nothing else at the scene that might have implicated him, Lin Feng took a deep breath, his figure blurred, and like a drop of water blending into ink, he completely disappeared into the deep night.

Halfway back, Lin Feng suddenly remembered that the small house with a courtyard that he had rented had been burned to the ground by Huang Shouye that morning.

His footsteps paused slightly on the bluestone slabs. Almost without hesitation, he turned in another direction, towards a three-courtyard house that had previously belonged to Huang Shouren.

When he sneaked in last time, he only burned down the attic where he was hiding in the backyard; the main house and side rooms in the front yard were still intact.

Now that the main members of the Huang family are either dead or crippled, the family has fallen apart, and this house has become vacant, serving as a temporary place to stay.

He approached the mansion silently, like a nimble cat that roams the night.

Looking around, the streets and alleys were deserted, with only the faint whistling of the night wind passing through the eaves.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual or any informants, he gathered his strength, lightened his body, placed his palm on the wall, and jumped into the courtyard.

The cool moonlight spilled like mercury onto the empty courtyard.

The scenery inside the courtyard remains the same, only now it exudes a greater sense of tranquility.

Lin Feng was not careless. He quickly checked all the courtyards before and after, and only after confirming that there was no sign of any living creature other than himself did he slip into the main house.

He chose to come here not because he coveted the comfort and luxury of the bedroom, but simply because he needed an absolutely private and undisturbed transitional place to enter the Black Lotus Space.

He took out a flashlight and shone it around the house.

The room was decorated quite exquisitely, and although the porcelain vases and jade artifacts on the antique shelves were luxurious, Lin Feng had little interest in them.

On the contrary, the painting of a lady hanging on the wall was quite eye-catching.

A painting of a lady who is completely naked.

It must be said that Huang Shouren truly hasn't forgotten his original aspirations, sharing the same hobbies as Lin Feng.

However, for Lin Feng, who had seen countless films, this painting was truly unremarkable.

My gaze swept over it only briefly.

The next moment, with a slight thought, his figure vanished from the room and entered his own private space.

The space remained perpetually silent and dimly lit.

Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief; today's adventure had yielded tremendous rewards.

Of all the gains, the most valuable was Huang Xiong Huan himself, or rather, all the memories, experiences, and cultivation of a martial artist at the early stage of internal energy.

Lin Feng's current cultivation level is stuck at the peak of Body Refinement.

Qi and blood are already abundant and surging, and the physique has been tempered to the limit of the current stage.

However, they do not understand internal strength.

He lacked the most crucial method and guidance to break through that invisible barrier and transform his abundant blood and qi into a more profound and lethal "internal strength".

It's like someone who possesses a treasure trove but can't find the key.

Huang Xiong Huan's arrival was like a timely rain.

Although Huang Xionghuan's cultivation level only hovered at the early stage of internal strength for several years, he failed to make further progress.

However, it is precisely because of his long immersion in this environment that he has a solid foundation and a personal and profound understanding of the generation, operation, application, and even the bottlenecks in breaking through internal energy.

These experiences have now benefited Lin Feng.

He calmed down and began to carefully sort through and absorb Huang Xionghuan's fragmented memories.

The mysteries of internal strength are gradually becoming clearer.

The so-called internal strength is the result of a martial artist tempering their own qi and blood to the peak, and then using a unique mental technique and intention as a guide.

The abundant essence of Qi and blood is condensed and compressed, transforming it into a purer and more explosive energy, which is stored in the major tendons throughout the body.

When used, the internal energy can be instantly unleashed by the thought, giving fists, feet, and weapons astonishing speed and power.

When the internal strength contained in the tendons accumulates to a certain extent, quantitative change leads to qualitative change, and it can rotate on its own in the dantian (lower abdomen core), forming a stable and undispersed vortex.

Once the vortex stabilizes, it signifies that the martial artist has officially stepped into a higher level, the "Acquired Realm".

Upon reaching the Acquired Realm, it represents a qualitative leap, with methods becoming even more wondrous and unpredictable.

As for the cultivation methods of the Acquired Realm, Huang Xiong Huan's memory was completely blank.

The internal energy cultivation method he practiced, called "Raging Bull Strength," was personally bestowed upon him by the city lord after he successfully completed a difficult task for the city lord's mansion, and he was strictly warned not to pass it on.

This shows that authentic martial arts techniques are extremely valuable in Yongguan County.

They are often firmly controlled by powerful families, martial arts schools, and government agencies, and are by no means accessible to ordinary people.

Lin Feng attempted to guide his own Qi and blood based on the techniques of "Raging Bull Strength".

He held his breath and focused his mind, channeling his energy and blood, and it went surprisingly smoothly.

At first, there was nothing unusual, but after a while, the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of my foot suddenly felt slightly warm, as if a tiny spark of life was being born.

Immediately afterwards, the heat flow was not violent, but quietly rose along the spine and coccyx. Wherever it passed, the muscles twitched slightly, and an indescribable feeling of comfort spread throughout the body.

Lin Feng suddenly realized that he had reached a crucial point.

His mind suddenly "exploded," not through force, but through a mental outburst!

In an instant, the heat seemed to receive a command, and with a "whoosh," like a sharp arrow shot from a crossbow, it instantly pierced through the hands and feet!

"Buzz"

Lin Feng's body trembled slightly, and he seemed to hear a barely perceptible ringing in his ears.

He clearly felt two wisps of air flowing through his body.

Although the airflow was weak, as thin as a hair, it was real and incredibly agile, flowing slowly through several major tendons according to his will.

Success! Internal energy is born from this moment!

More importantly, the Black Lotus's absorption of the Yellow Lion Ring also fed him a trace of internal energy, which had been hidden within his body. Once he mobilized his will, he easily broke through.

In other words, the higher the energy level of the corpse, the higher the feedback.