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

"Zheng Hongwen and Zhou Ming were taken to the martial arts school by Senior Brother Yuan Chun last night to receive treatment for their injuries."

The master said that although they were just odd jobs at the charity, their injuries were because they were working for the charity, and the martial arts school wouldn't ignore them.

Lin Feng suddenly realized: "So they've already been taken to the martial arts school. I didn't know that."

"They were beaten and maimed for standing up for the charity, so the master naturally wouldn't stand idly by."

Sun Dayong's tone held a rare warmth, then he sneered, "Now that the Huang Family Martial Arts School has collapsed and Huang Shouye is crippled, Master will definitely settle this score for them."

The so-called "explanation" naturally means that the Black Tiger Martial Arts School will not easily let Huang Shouye, who has no backing, go and will definitely take action to stand up for its disciples.

"I see. I'll head to the martial arts school now."

"Senior Brother Sun, farewell." Lin Feng bowed and took his leave.

"Um."

Sun Dayong responded and watched Lin Feng turn and leave. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had completed the task assigned by his master.

However, his eyes flickered with complexity.

Although Lin Feng only stayed for a little over half a month, he was quite low-key, he just didn't practice martial arts.

As Lin Feng walked out of the hall, he could clearly feel the gazes cast upon him by the other servant disciples in the courtyard.

Those gazes were almost tangible, intertwined with intense envy, resentment, jealousy, and incomprehensible doubt.

They racked their brains but couldn't understand why it had to be Lin Feng.

Since Lin Feng joined the charity, he has always seemed carefree and irresponsible, and I have never seen him seriously practice martial arts.

His work ethic is so-so, why should it be him?

Why was he able to break the rule of three months of menial work and be personally invited by Senior Brother Yuan Chun to directly enter the Black Tiger Martial Arts School, which countless people yearn for?

Unable to contain themselves, someone approached Sun Dayong after Lin Feng left, asking cautiously and resentfully, "Senior Brother Sun, why Lin Feng? What do we lack compared to him?"

Sun Dayong raised his eyelids, coldly glanced at the person who had asked the question, and uttered only one word: "Get lost."

Seeing the disapproving yet hesitant expressions on everyone's faces, he didn't bother to explain; he himself was full of questions.

He coldly sneered again, his face expressionless:

"If you want to stay in the charity, shut your mouth, abide by the rules of the charity, and do what you are supposed to do."

If you don't want to stay, get out now.

In short, it silenced all doubts and complaints.

Although everyone was full of complaints, they looked at each other and no one dared to utter a word.

As Lin Feng walked towards the Black Tiger Martial Arts School in the east of the city after leaving the charity hall, his thoughts continued to wander.

Why did Jiang Hu suddenly ask him to end his chores early and go directly to the martial arts school? What was his intention?

It was because Yuan Chun recognized his considerable strength and reported it to Jiang Hu that it was a waste to have a master continue collecting corpses at the charity hall, so he specially recruited him.

That's probably the reason.

It would indeed be conspicuous to place someone with obvious talent in a charity.

Before long, the imposing stone tiger of the Black Tiger Martial Arts School came into view.

Slightly different from usual, this time a young disciple dressed in black, with dark skin and a lean build, stood ramrod straight at the entrance, his eyes sharp.

Upon seeing Lin Feng approach, the disciple immediately stepped forward, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and greeted him with utmost courtesy.

"Senior Brother Lin Feng!"

The master has been waiting inside for some time. Please follow me.

After saying that, he stepped aside to lead the way and made a "please" gesture.

Senior brother?

Lin Feng paused slightly, speechless.

Before he could officially change his status from a charity worker to a gatekeeper, the Black Tiger Martial Arts School was already addressing him in this way. It seemed that Jiang Hu had given instructions beforehand, and the level of respect was quite high.

He nodded calmly, "Thank you for your trouble."

He then followed the disciple through the training ground.

There were still many disciples practicing in the field, and shouts and the sound of fists and feet cutting through the air could be heard all the time.

Upon seeing this unfamiliar face being respectfully led in by the gatekeeper, many people cast curious or inquisitive glances at him.

Many people are unfamiliar with Lin Feng. Could he be that young master from that family?

Leading them to the main hall entrance, the disciple bowed again: "Master, Senior Brother Lin Feng has arrived."

"Come in," Jiang Hu's calm voice came from inside the hall.

Lin Feng stepped inside.

The scene inside the hall was quite similar to when he first came.

The owner, Jiang Hu, remained seated upright in the central armchair, his posture dignified and his face solemn, exuding an air of authority without anger.

Two people stood on his left and right sides.

On the left is the burly, resolute-faced senior brother Yuan Chun, who is scrutinizing Lin Feng with piercing eyes, his gaze filled with vigilance and inquiry.

On the right is a graceful young woman dressed in a light yellow outfit; she is Jiang Hu's daughter, Jiang Rou.

Her bright eyes swept over Lin Feng, filled with undisguised curiosity and scrutiny.

"Disciple Lin Feng greets Master, Senior Brother Yuan Chun, and Senior Sister Jiang Rou." Lin Feng bowed respectfully with clasped hands, his demeanor neither humble nor arrogant.

From the moment Lin Feng stepped into the courtyard, Jiang Hu's gaze was like the most precise ruler, measuring him from head to toe several times.

Upon closer inspection, Jiang Hu became even more certain of Yuan Chun's earlier assessment.

Lin Feng's footsteps landed silently yet steadily, his breathing was long and shallow, and more importantly, the sharp glint that occasionally flashed in his eyes was like a cold blade in its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed.

The subtle aura that was inadvertently revealed carried a murderous intent that could only come from being tempered in blood.

However, Lin Feng found it difficult to completely conceal this murderous aura.

This is a stark contrast to the short-haired boy from just over two weeks ago, who, despite his unique demeanor, couldn't hide his awkwardness.

It's true what they say, "A scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days of separation."

Could it be... that the shocking incident at the Huang Family Martial Arts School last night was related to this kid? Is that even possible?

A startling thought suddenly flashed through Jiang Hu's mind, making his gaze towards Lin Feng even more profound and cautious.

Compared to the solemnity of her father and senior brother, Jiang Rou's thoughts were much simpler.

When she first met Lin Feng at the charity hall, she felt that Lin Feng was out of place with the people around him. He also had a faint fragrance about him, which she couldn't quite describe, but it was very refreshing.

Now that she heard that he was actually a hidden master, the girl's curiosity was completely piqued. Her beautiful eyes darted around, trying to find some unique clues about Lin Feng.

The atmosphere inside the hall was somewhat somber.

Finally, Jiang Hu coughed lightly, breaking the silence. He looked at Lin Feng and slowly said, "Lin Feng, do you have any complaints about finishing your odd jobs at the charity hall early and coming directly to the martial arts school?"

Lin Feng raised his eyes and met Jiang Hu's gaze frankly: "I dare not complain, but I do have some questions in my mind, and I hope Master can enlighten me."

"Oh?" Jiang Hu raised an eyebrow slightly. "What is it that you don't understand? Please speak freely."

"The rules of the Black Tiger Martial Arts School stipulate that new disciples must undergo three months of training in the charity hall to temper their character and assess their conduct."

"This disciple has been with the charity for less than a month, far from the end of his term. I don't understand why he was exceptionally recruited into the martial arts school. This is a mystery."

Lin Feng's voice was steady;

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hu nodded slightly and gave his answer: "The rules are set for ordinary disciples."

He paused, his gaze sharp, and said again, "With the foundation and strength you have shown now, you are probably no less than Yuan Chun, and may even be better."

Making a martial artist of such skill continue to work in the charity hall doing menial tasks like collecting corpses is not a way to hone their abilities, but rather a waste of their talent.

My Black Tiger Martial Arts School isn't so ignorant and unappreciative of talent.

"What?!"

"Father, how is this possible?!"

As soon as Jiang Hu finished speaking, Yuan Chun and Jiang Rou gasped in disbelief almost simultaneously.

Yuan Chun abruptly turned her head and stared intently at Lin Feng again, her eyes filled with shock, doubt, and strong resentment.

He always thought that Lin Feng might have some hidden tricks and that his strength might be close to the third level of Body Refinement, but he was absolutely unwilling to admit that Lin Feng was stronger than him.

He has already reached the fourth level of Body Refinement.

Doesn't this mean that Lin Feng has at least reached the perfection of body refinement, or even touched the threshold of internal strength?

How could he accept this?

Jiang Rou covered her mouth, looked at her father, then at the calm-looking Lin Feng, her big eyes filled with disbelief.

She knew her senior brother Yuan Chun's strength; he was recognized as the number one among the younger generation of the Black Tiger Martial Arts School, having reached the fourth level of Body Refinement perfection, and was the strongest candidate for the Black Tiger Martial Arts School's martial arts examination this year.

How could Lin Feng be stronger than Senior Brother Yuan?

Feeling the intense gazes directed at him, Jiang Hu remained unmoved, merely glancing indifferently at Yuan Chun: "What, are you doubting my judgment?"

When Yuan Chun met his master's calm yet imposing gaze, he felt a chill run down his spine, and he forcefully suppressed all his resentment and doubt.

He bowed his head and clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice a little dry: "This disciple dares not! It's just... it's just that this matter is too sudden, and this disciple finds it hard to accept."

"I have my own judgment on the matter of who is stronger or weaker." Jiang Hu's tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable sense of certainty.

He stopped looking at Yuan Chun, whose expression was changing, and turned to Lin Feng. At the same time, he waved to Yuan Chun and Jiang Rou: "Alright, you two can go out first."

Lin Feng and I have some things to discuss privately.