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

Lu Xian'er took the storage bag, tied it back to her waist, looked up and her beautiful eyes flashed with speechlessness. She looked at Lin Feng and said slowly, "Fellow Daoist Lin, it seems you really don't recognize the Thousand-Year Purple Fruit."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng was taken aback. What did that mean?

Wasn't that the Thousand-Year Purple Fruit just now?

Lin Feng took it out of his spatial storage and examined it carefully; the spiritual energy was indeed somewhat off.

So I took a bite.

Lin Feng coughed lightly: "Ahem, it really isn't."

Lin Feng had never seen a thousand-year-old purple fruit before, and neither had Zhou Kun.

It's normal not to know each other.

Lu Xian'er: "Fellow Daoist Lin, haven't you heard that the Purple Fruit looks the same whether it takes ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years?"

The only difference is the spiritual essence.

Then, looking at Lin Feng, he said, word by word, "Although we didn't get the Millennium Purple Fruit this time, consider it a favor I owe you, and I will definitely repay you in the future."

Lin Feng stroked his chin and glanced at her thoughtfully.

Lu Xian'er is a genius disciple of Yulan Valley, with an extraordinary background.

But Lin Feng is not the kind of person who can be fooled by the word "favor".

"Where is the Thousand-Year Purple Fruit located?" Lin Feng asked.

Lu Xian'er: "In the old nest of the Cloud Source Sparrow."

There is a Cloud Origin Sparrow King at the peak of Foundation Establishment guarding the nest. There are five purple fruit trees in total, and the thickest purple fruit tree has three thousand-year-old purple fruits.

I've reached the entrance to the lair, just one last step..."

"Then how did you escape from the claws of the Cloud Origin Sparrow, a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

Lin Feng asked with some curiosity.

It's highly illogical that a demon beast at the peak of Foundation Establishment could escape from the Sparrow King's jaws, given that Lu Xian'er was only at the peak of Qi Refining.

Lu Xian'er remained silent for a moment, seemingly hesitating whether to tell the truth.

"Please forgive me, Fellow Daoist Lin," she ultimately chose to remain silent, "This is a sect secret, and it is inconvenient to disclose it."

Lin Feng: "I saved your life, and you're still hiding it from me? That's not fair."

"You..." Lu Xian'er was furious, her chest heaving violently a few times, but she finally gave in, "I used the Earth Escape Talisman."

Lin Feng nodded.

He certainly knew about the Earth Escape Talisman; it was a specialty of the Jade Orchid Valley.

The Jade Orchid Valley is most skilled in array formations and talismans, especially some life-saving escape talismans, which are famous throughout the cultivation world.

However, Lin Feng's lips curled into a smile, and he asked again, "How come I remember that activating the Earth Escape Talisman requires divine sense?"

Lu Xian'er remained silent.

Lin Feng stared at her for a few seconds and judged from her eyes that this woman did indeed have a secret, and probably also possessed divine consciousness.

"Alright," Lin Feng withdrew his gaze, "Remember this, you owe me a huge favor."

Lu Xian'er: "Okay."

At this moment, Lin Feng said to the Golden Feathered Eagle, "Take it away, I'm going to check on the Cloud Origin Sparrow's nest."

The golden eagle cried out.

Lin Feng leaped into the air, and Lu Xian'er hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist Lin, the Cloud Origin Sparrow's lair is dangerous!"

However, Lin Feng ignored her.

In the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared from her sight.

Lu Xian'er was shocked: "Such speed!"

Then, the golden-feathered eagle carried the deer fairy and flew eastward, pursued by the flock of cloud-origin sparrows.

The flock of sparrows, like a black mist, chased after me for a while, but when they realized they couldn't catch up, they finally dispersed.

The moment the black mist dissipated, the Golden Feathered Eagle immediately changed course and became frenzied, tumbling back and forth in the air, almost throwing Lu Xian'er off.

Lu Xian'er clung tightly to the golden-feathered eagle's wings.

This greatly displeased the golden eagle. Its master was gone, and the stinky woman still wanted to ride it?

This is an utter disgrace.

The golden-feathered eagle was seething with anger; being ridden on the back by a woman made her extremely uncomfortable.

Women who are weaker than it are especially itchy all over.

The owner only told it to take her away, but didn't say how.

It is a noble Golden Feathered Eagle, a spirit bird of the Foundation Establishment Realm. How could it allow a complete stranger to stand on its back?

The feeling of the woman's feet stepping on its feathers was like a thorn stuck in her heart; it was unpleasant no matter what.

Then, it let out a long cry, and its aura was instantly released.

A massive surge of spiritual energy erupted from the Golden Feathered Eagle's body, like an invisible giant hand, forcefully pushing Lu Xian'er off its back.

Caught off guard, Lu Xian'er plummeted straight down from the sky like a kite with a broken string, her white dress fluttering in the wind and her veil nearly blown away.

The golden-feathered eagle snorted with satisfaction, flapped its wings, and soared into the sky, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

She's just a stinky woman; does she even deserve to ride on my back?

Pooh.

Lu Xian'er was thrown off the back of the golden-feathered eagle, the wind whistling in her ears, and the ground approaching at a visible speed.

She flipped in the air and steadily adjusted her posture.

The next instant, a flying sword flew out from her sleeve and steadily supported her feet.

The flying sword emitted a clear chime, carrying her slowly forward. Although the speed was not fast, it was stable.

Lu Xian'er rode her flying sword and traversed the mountains and forests for quite some time before finally landing on the top of a mountain peak and stopping.

She sheathed the talisman sword, her legs went weak, and she almost knelt on the ground.

The spiritual energy within his body was almost completely depleted.

When he escaped from the Cloud Origin Sparrow's lair, he had already exhausted most of his spiritual energy. After flying on his sword for so long, his dantian was now completely empty, and he couldn't squeeze out even a trace of spiritual energy.

Lu Xian'er was panting heavily, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her fair forehead, sliding down her cheeks.

She raised her head and looked in the direction where the golden-feathered eagle had disappeared, her beautiful eyes filled with anger.

"Like master, like eagle!"

She bit her thin lips and muttered a curse under her breath, her voice carrying a hint of gritted teeth.

As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Xian'er suddenly froze.

She looked down at her feet, then at the direction the golden-feathered eagle had gone, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

Lin Feng was actually able to control a Golden Feathered Eagle at the Foundation Establishment stage.

The Golden Feathered Eagle is notoriously unruly, and it's also incredibly strong.

Lin Feng is a disciple of the Cangxuan Sect. When did the Cangxuan Sect produce such a person?

Lu Xian'er frowned and pondered for a moment, then recalled the speed at which Lin Feng had left.

If Lin Feng wanted to kill her, she wouldn't even have a chance to react. She probably wouldn't even have time to scream before she would die instantly, just like that sharp-beaked rock raven.

Can't figure it out.

Lu Xian'er shook her head, deciding to stop thinking about it.

In this secret realm, monsters may appear at any time, so she must recover her strength as soon as possible.

Healing the wounds is the right thing to do.

She took out a bottle of healing pills from her storage bag, poured out two pills and put them in her mouth. The medicinal power dissolved on her tongue, and her spiritual power slowly recovered a little.

Lu Xian'er sat cross-legged, closed her eyes and regulated her breathing. Her white dress fluttered gently in the mountain breeze, and from a distance, she looked like a white flower blooming on the edge of a cliff.

On the other side, Lin Feng's figure had already disappeared into the horizon.

He put on the black robe that could conceal his aura, and his entire presence was instantly concealed, so Yun Yuanque couldn't detect him at all.