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

"That's Senior Brother Lin! No, we should call him Uncle Lin now."

"I recognize him!" another disciple shouted excitedly.

"Only those at the Foundation Establishment stage can control flying swords... Could it be...?"

"Uncle-Master Lin Feng has broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm! He's definitely broken through!"

"My God! Wasn't he only at the mid-stage of Qi Refining before entering the secret realm?"

He's already reached Foundation Establishment in just over a month?

This cultivation speed is terrifying!

"I heard he has a Yang spiritual root. People with Yang spiritual roots can cultivate ten or even a hundred times faster than ordinary people, but this is too fast..."

At this moment, everyone was still in the square, watching Lin Feng's back.

In an instant, the entire Cangxuan Sect was in an uproar, with exclamations rising and falling like waves echoing between the mountain gates.

This is even more shocking than Lin Feng taking first place.

Whether they were disciples practicing martial arts or janitors cleaning, everyone stopped what they were doing.

Looking up at the figure riding a flying sword across the sky, his eyes were filled with shock, envy, and a hint of inexplicable awe.

When someone surpasses you by a great deal, there is no longer any jealousy, only awe for the strong.

"Lin Feng has broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm!"

The news spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the Cangxuan Sect at an incredible speed.

Soon, even the elders of each peak received the news.

The elder of the Pill Hall was refining pills when he heard the news. His hand trembled, and a batch of valuable pills was almost ruined.

The elder of the Weapon Hall was forging a magical artifact when he almost smashed the hammer into his own hand.

No one could believe that a disciple who had been a disciple for less than a year had broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm after spending only a month in the secret realm.

The entire sect was abuzz with discussion, the voices rising like a thunderclap.

Sect Leader He Yuanyue was drinking spiritual tea in a small bamboo house on the back mountain.

The bamboo house is quiet and secluded, with lush bamboo forests outside the windows, exuding a spiritual atmosphere, making it a perfect place for quiet contemplation.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and suddenly heard a noisy commotion outside, causing him to frown.

"Who's making a fuss?" He Yuanyue put down his teacup, his tone tinged with displeasure.

As the head of a sect, he has always preferred tranquility.

He extended his divine sense to see what was happening outside.

When his divine sense swept over a figure riding a flying sword and speeding past, the teacup in He Yuanyue's hand fell to the ground with a "crack," shattering into several pieces, and the spiritual tea was splashed all over the ground.

"Foundation Establishment Realm?" He Yuanyue's eyes widened like copper bells, his mouth slightly agape, and he stood frozen in place.

He certainly recognized that figure—it was his last disciple, Lin Feng.

"This good disciple has given this old man a wonderful surprise!"

He Yuanyue stroked his beard, his shock slowly turning into ecstasy, and then into a near-manic triumph.

"The Yang Spiritual Root is truly terrifying, truly terrifying!"

He paced back and forth a few steps, as excited as an old man who had found a treasure, muttering to himself:

"How long has it been? It's only been about three months from Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment."

My judgment is indeed unparalleled!

As he was laughing, He Yuanyue suddenly frowned.

He discovered that Lin Feng flew towards neither Cangling Peak nor his own cave dwelling, but towards the Law Enforcement Hall.

"What's that kid doing at the Enforcement Hall?"

He Yuanyue was somewhat puzzled, but continued to track with his divine sense. Soon he saw Fang Boli and Xiao Yuanzhen standing at the entrance of the Law Enforcement Hall, as well as the undisguised gloomy expression on Lin Feng's face.

He Yuanyue's smile slowly faded, and his brows furrowed into a knot.

"Is this kid going to cause trouble?"

Meanwhile, outside the Hall of Law Enforcement, Xiao Yuanzhen and Fang Boli were waiting anxiously.

Suddenly, a sword light streaked across the sky at an astonishing speed.

The two looked up and saw Lin Feng riding a flying sword, his robes fluttering in the wind, with three servant disciples standing behind him, flying menacingly toward the Hall of Law Enforcement.

Fang Boli's eyes widened instantly, he gasped, and his lips trembled: "Foundation...Foundation Realm?! He broke through to the Foundation Establishment Realm?"

Xiao Yuanzhen was also so shocked that he took a step back, his face showing an expression as if he had seen a ghost:

"Impossible! He was only at the mid-stage of Qi Refining before entering the secret realm!"

"It's only been a little over a month! Even if you took a magic pill, you wouldn't grow this fast!"

But the facts are right in front of us: the person standing on the flying sword is clearly a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, emanating spiritual energy fluctuations from his entire body.

Moreover, it's not the superficiality of someone just entering the Foundation Establishment stage; it's the peak of Foundation Establishment with a solid foundation and abundant spiritual power!

Fang Boli and Xiao Yuanzhen exchanged a glance, both seeing the same word in each other's eyes—tricky.

Originally, it was thought that Lin Feng was still in the mid-stage of Qi Refining, but unexpectedly, he is now a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator. With such heaven-defying talent, he must be valued even more by the sect leader.

If someone like that really causes trouble, the entire sect will tremble.

No one can stop them now.

Fang Boli swallowed hard, his voice a little dry: "This kid... how did he cultivate like that? A monster, right?"

Xiao Yuanzhen didn't speak, but his expression said it all—this matter probably wouldn't end so easily.

The flying sword landed steadily in front of the Hall of Law Enforcement.

Lin Feng dismounted his flying sword expressionlessly, followed by Wei Zhaoan and the other two.

He glanced at the heavy vermilion gate of the Hall of Law Enforcement.

The door was covered with runes, shimmering with spiritual light and emanating a faint aura of power.

This is a superior magical artifact, which has withstood a century of wind and rain and is extremely sturdy.

Lin Feng took a deep breath and lifted his right foot.

Fang Boli seemed to realize something. Fearing that Lin Feng would get hurt, he hurriedly called out, "Junior Brother Lin, be careful of the rebound—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Lin Feng kicked it out.

This kick did not use any true energy; it was purely physical strength.

But this pure physical strength, upon contact with the door, produced a deafening roar—"BOOM!!!"

The Taoist robes on Fang Boli and Xiao Yuanzhen fluttered in the air currents, and their cheeks stung from the strong wind, making it difficult for them to open their eyes.

They instinctively took a few steps back and covered their faces with their hands.

When the storm subsided, the two men lowered their hands, and the scene before them left them completely stunned.

The once indestructible, top-grade magical artifact door, covered in runes, was now reduced to rubble.

Broken wood, broken iron, and shattered runes were scattered across the ground within a radius of several feet.

The door frame hung crookedly on the wall, with wisps of smoke rising from it.

Fang Boli's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.

You should know that although this door is not a top-level defensive magic artifact, it is still a high-grade magic artifact!

It can withstand the attacks of cultivators who have reached the peak of Foundation Establishment.

But Lin Feng's kick didn't use any true essence; it was purely physical strength!

Can a high-grade magic weapon be shattered with a single kick using only physical strength?

Fang Boli and Xiao Yuanzhen exchanged a glance and simultaneously shivered.

Just what kind of monster is this Lin Feng?

Lin Feng slowly withdrew his foot, patting off non-existent dust from his boots. "Where is he?"

Fang Boli snapped out of his daze and quickly pointed inside: "In...in the dungeon."

Junior Brother Lin, come with me.

Lin Feng nodded, stepped over the pile of broken wood and debris, and strode into the Hall of Enforcement.

Behind them, Wei Zhaoan and the other two looked at each other in disbelief, their eyes filled with shock and admiration. Feng Ge's kick was so damn cool!

Awesome.