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

Lin Feng remained silent.

He reached out and placed his hand on Wei Zhaoan's chest. His divine sense, like a thin thread, probed into Wei Zhaoan's body, carefully examining every injury.

The dantian is indeed ruined.

What should have been a gathering place of spiritual energy is now like a punctured balloon, deflated and broken, with all spiritual energy dissipated.

In addition, he suffered dozens of fractures, including ribs that were almost completely broken into several pieces, and a crack in the ulna of his left arm.

The meridians were broken in many places, especially the main meridians connecting to the dantian, which were almost completely severed, like a broken string on a musical instrument, no longer able to transmit spiritual energy.

The more Lin Feng investigated, the darker his face became.

This is far more than just "getting a beating".

This is clearly a death sentence!

Every injury was precisely aimed at the essence of cultivation.

Dantian, meridians, bones.

This was no ordinary brawl; it was a premeditated, malicious attack aimed at crippling someone.

Lin Feng felt as if all the blood in his body was flowing backwards.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, the anger in his eyes had been suppressed, replaced by a calm, almost ruthless, murderous intent.

His true essence surged in his hands, and a warm spiritual power slowly seeped into Wei Zhaoan's body through his palm.

Spiritual energy is like a warm river, flowing through the broken meridians and reconnecting the broken ends.

The energy flows over the fracture site, repositioning the broken bones and enveloping and fixing them with spiritual power.

Wei Zhaoan felt a warm current surge into his chest and spread throughout his body. The warmth was like soaking in a hot spring, so comfortable that he wanted to close his eyes.

The broken bones slowly healed under the nourishment of spiritual energy, and the burning pain gradually subsided, replaced by a tingling sensation.

Lin Feng took out another Qi-Nourishing Pill, crushed it, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance immediately filled the air.

He fed the pill to Wei Zhaoan's mouth: "Eat this."

Wei Zhaoan opened his mouth and swallowed. The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, transforming into a warm medicinal power that flowed into his stomach.

A moment later, he felt warm all over, as if the sun had shone on him from head to toe, and every pore on his body felt relaxed.

He tried moving his arm—it didn't hurt anymore.

I tried sitting up again—my back didn't ache anymore.

Wei Zhaoan stared wide-eyed at his hands in disbelief, then looked at Lin Feng, opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single word.

Lin Feng stopped and asked, "Can we go now?"

Wei Zhaoan slowly sat up from the bed, placed his feet on the ground, and tentatively stood up.

It swayed for a moment, but then regained its footing.

He took two steps, then two more, turned back to look at Lin Feng, and his eyes suddenly reddened:

"Brother Feng... I... I can walk now! My injuries seem to be completely healed!"

Lin Feng nodded, his tone returning to its usual authoritative indifference:

"That's good.

Come on, I'll take you to get revenge.

A gentleman does not leave a grudge unavenged.

I'm the kind of person who never lets revenge linger overnight.

Wei Zhaoan paused for a moment, hesitated, then gritted his teeth and said:

"Brother Feng, I think we should forget about it."

You've only been at the Cangxuan Sect for a short time, and your foundation is still unstable. I don't want this matter to affect your future in the sect.

Wei Zhaoan also knew that the people who attacked him had powerful backing.

Although Lin Feng is the sect leader's disciple, his foundation is shallow and his cultivation is low. It's not good to offend too many people.

Who knows when he will be murdered by someone else?

Lin Feng turned around, looked directly at him, and said, word by word:

"fine.

Even if it offends all the elders of the Cangxuan Sect, it's worth it.

They weren't hitting you, they were hitting me.

You were injured because of me, so this revenge must be taken.

"If I don't report this today, how will I, Lin Feng, ever face anyone in the cultivation world again?"

Wei Zhaoan opened his mouth, wanting to persuade him again, but seeing the unwavering determination in Lin Feng's eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

His nose tingled, his eyes reddened, and his voice choked with emotion: "Thank you, Brother Feng."

Wu Jian and Bi Taisong, who were standing to the side, were thrilled. They clenched their fists and looked at Lin Feng with excitement.

Sure enough, following Brother Feng was the right decision!

Whether in the Great Wei or the Cangxuan Sect, Lin Feng will always be the same Lin Feng who dares to act and protects his own.

At this moment, Lin Feng's anger had reached its peak.

He originally thought that Wei Zhaoan had only been beaten up, with a few scrapes and a little blood, and that it was nothing serious.

I never expected the injury to be so severe—my dantian is completely destroyed!

For a cultivator, having their dantian destroyed is tantamount to cutting off their path of cultivation, which is even more painful than being killed.

This is to ruin Lin Feng's future.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng felt a surge of anger and didn't want to hold back for even a moment longer.

He snorted coldly, flipped his right hand, and the Xuanling Sword flew out from his sleeve, hovering in front of him, its blade humming as if responding to its master's anger.

Lin Feng made a sword incantation, and the Xuanling Sword instantly grew larger, its blade extending from three feet to more than ten feet, as wide as a door panel, and hovering steadily half a foot above the ground.

The sword shimmered with spiritual light and exuded a chilling aura.

Lin Feng stepped onto his flying sword, turned around, and said calmly to Wei Zhaoan, Wu Jian, and Bi Taisong, "Get on."

Wu Jian, Bi Taisong, and Wei Zhaoan swallowed hard, their eyes wide open and their mouths agape.

They stared in shock at the flying sword beneath Lin Feng's feet, their minds exploding with a "boom".

"Foundation...Foundation Building Realm?"

Bi Taisong stammered, his voice trembling.

Although they haven't officially stepped into the realm of cultivation yet, they've been in the Cangxuan Sect for so long that they've picked up some common knowledge from what they've seen and heard.

Only cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage can fly on swords!

Before entering the secret realm, Lin Feng was still in the Qi Refining Realm. In just over a month, he has already broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm.

This is just too incredible!

Lin Feng ignored their shock and repeated in a deep voice:

"Get on up here, don't dawdle."

The three dared not delay. Wu Jian and Bi Taisong helped Wei Zhaoan leap onto the flying sword.

Wu Jian stood at the very front, Bi Taisong in the middle, and Wei Zhaoan at the very back. The three of them were huddled together, so nervous that they didn't dare to breathe, their hands gripping the clothes of the person in front of them tightly.

The three of them were incredibly excited. They never imagined that one day they would be able to stand on a flying sword.

Lin Feng stood at the very front, his robes fluttering, his hands behind his back, like a statue.

Bi Taisong and Wu Jian looked at Lin Feng's back and felt that his back was as majestic as a mountain, unattainable.

They had only just sensed the spiritual energy and hadn't even had a chance to formally cultivate when Lin Feng had already broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm.

The difference is like heaven and earth; one is in the sky and the other is on the ground. There's no comparison at all.

Only now did they truly understand what it meant to have a world of difference in talent.

Lin Feng moved his feet, and his flying sword shot into the sky with a "whoosh," speeding towards the direction of the Enforcement Hall.

The flying sword was extremely fast, the wind whistled in its ears, and the mountains and trees beneath its feet rushed past.

The wind was so strong that Wei Zhaoan and the other two couldn't open their eyes, so they could only lower their heads and hold tightly to the blade of the flying sword.

Wherever it went, all the disciples of the Cangxuan Sect looked up and saw this scene.

"What did I just see? Is that Senior Brother Lin Feng standing on the flying sword?"

One of the outer disciples rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.