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

Wu Jian and Bi Taisong exchanged a glance and rushed forward as well.

The three men gave the three menial disciples a brutal beating, each punch landing with a visceral, bone-chilling sound.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, the three of them acted with complete impunity.

No one dared to step forward to stop them, because Lin Feng stood right next to them, hands behind his back, watching coldly.

His very existence is the best deterrent.

Lin Feng's gaze swept across the crowd, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"Jiang Lutang, Sun Daoxi—get out here!"

The disciples watching all turned their gazes to the two people in the crowd.

Both of them were inner disciples, wearing the distinctive blue Daoist robes of the inner sect, with jade tokens representing their identities hanging from their waists.

Jiang Lutang and Sun Daoxi looked flustered.

The two looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes.

They all stepped back simultaneously, trying to slip away in the chaos.

But with hundreds of eyes watching them from the square, where could they possibly retreat to?

Before they could take three steps, a blurry figure appeared in front of them.

Lin Feng's speed was unbelievable; he covered a distance of several dozen feet in the blink of an eye.

Lin Feng stretched out his hands, one in each hand, and grabbed the two men by the neck, lifting them up like chicks.

The two men were off the ground, their faces flushed, and they desperately pounded on Lin Feng's arm with both hands, but his hand was like an iron clamp, not moving an inch.

Jiang Lutang and Sun Daoxi were both at the peak of Qi Refining. They had previously secluded themselves at Cangling Peak in order to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

But in front of Lin Feng, they didn't even have the right to resist. The huge gap in strength filled them with despair.

Lin Feng carried the two men back to the center of the square and slammed them heavily in front of the three servant disciples.

Then he raised his right foot and, with two precise kicks, snapped both of their legs.

Two crisp cracking sounds of bones breaking, followed by two heart-wrenching screams, rang out simultaneously.

Jiang Lutang and Sun Daoxi knelt on the ground, their legs bent at an odd angle, sweating profusely from the pain, their faces as white as paper.

Gasps of astonishment filled the air.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, looking at the scene in disbelief.

Lin Feng actually dared to attack an inner disciple!

And they attacked an inner disciple in front of the entire sect! This isn't just arrogance, it's madness!

"Jiang Lutang, Sun Daoxi," Lin Feng looked down at them, his tone like he was interrogating criminals, "Did anyone instruct you? Speak."

Jiang Lutang endured the excruciating pain, raised his head, and glared angrily at Lin Feng, his eyes bloodshot.

No! I just hold a grudge against you!

Why do you have all the rights to Cangling Peak by yourself?

Why did you become the sect leader's closed-door disciple the moment you arrived?

Why should you get everything without doing anything?

Sun Daoxi gritted his teeth and said, "That's right! I was about to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage. Cangling Peak has the richest spiritual energy. What right do you have to drive us away?"

Isn't it just because they're favored by the sect leader?

Lin Feng listened, but instead of getting angry, he laughed.

The smile was faint. "In this world, connections matter."

Because my master is the sect leader.

Is that enough?

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

Yes, he is the sect leader's last disciple.

If the sect leader wants to clear out his own mountain for his closed-door disciples to live in, who would dare to say no?

Who does Sun Daoxi of Jianglutang think he is? Your master is just an elder; how can he compare to the sect leader?

There is no room for rebuttal to this reason.

Lin Feng's smile faded. "Since you dared to cripple my people, you should have expected this day to come."

I'm the kind of person who holds grudges; I always seek revenge and never let things fester overnight.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng raised his right foot and aimed it at Jiang Lutang's dantian.

"stop!"

Just then, a hurried voice came from behind the crowd, filled with anxiety and anger.

Upon hearing this voice, Jiang Lutang grasped at it like a lifeline and desperately shouted, "Father! Save me! Father—!"

The crowd parted automatically, and a middle-aged man of about forty years old strode out.

He was wearing a blue robe, the color of a pill furnace, embroidered on the chest of a pill hall steward. His face was anxious, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

Lin Feng heard Fang Boli's voice transmission: "Junior Brother Lin, this person is Jiang Lutang's father, Jiang Fuhai, a steward of the Pill Hall, whose cultivation is at the peak of Foundation Establishment. He should not be underestimated."

He's highly skilled in alchemy and has extensive connections within the sect. Be careful.

Lin Feng listened without changing his expression, merely glancing at Jiang Fuhai indifferently.

Jiang Fuhai strode forward and looked at his son, who was kneeling on the ground with broken legs and in a miserable state. His heartache and anger were almost overflowing.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Lin Feng, and tried to speak in a calm tone:

"Nephew Lin Feng, this matter was my son's fault. I apologize to you and your friends on his behalf."

Let's just drop this matter, shall we?

"I, Jiang Fuhai, have been in the Pill Hall for many years and have some influence. If you ever need any pills in the future, feel free to come to me."

Jiang Fuhai's plan was shrewd: first offer courtesy, then resort to force, giving Lin Feng a way out.

He believed that Lin Feng wouldn't go so far as to disrespect the Dan Hall steward.

Moreover, he was at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, and he believed he was no less capable than Lin Feng in a real fight.

But Lin Feng only glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Then, without hesitation, he raised his right foot and kicked Jiang Lutang hard in the dantian.

"No--!"

Jiang Fuhai's eyes widened in fury. He immediately summoned his talisman sword, and a green-glowing flying sword shot straight at Lin Feng's chest with the speed of a shooting star.

He said he would let it go, but his sword was faster than anyone else's.

Lin Feng swayed and easily dodged the sword.

The sword energy grazed past the hem of his clothes, carving a deep trench in the ground.

At the same time, Lin Feng's right foot landed on Jiang Lutang's dantian.

"Bang!"

The spiritual energy exploded, and Jiang Lutang's dantian shattered on the spot.

He let out a scream that was not human, his whole body curled up like a shrimp, blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, his eyes rolled back, and he was about to faint.

That wasn't all. In front of Jiang Fuhai, Lin Feng lifted his foot and stomped down again.

— "Crack!" Jiang Lutang's limbs shattered one by one, the sound particularly clear in the quiet square, each sound like a blow to Jiang Fuhai's heart.

"You beast!" Jiang Fuhai's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman. "I'll kill you!"

He formed hand seals, and two flying swords flew out from his sleeves at the same time, one to the left and one to the right, weaving together in the air to form a sword net, which was the Qiankun Yin-Yang Sword Formation.

He had practiced this sword formation for over a hundred years, and it was now at its most refined and extremely powerful.

The two flying swords, like two silver snakes, hurtled straight towards Lin Feng with a sharp whooshing sound.

But before his sword formation could be fully deployed, Lin Feng had already moved.

Lin Feng's figure vanished from the spot and appeared in front of Jiang Fuhai the next second, right next to him.

The speed was so fast that Jiang Fuhai didn't even have time to react; he only saw a cold, stern face loom large in front of him.

Lin Feng raised his right foot and kicked out.

This kick was exactly the same as the one that kicked the door earlier; there was no fluctuation of spiritual energy, it was purely physical strength.

Jiang Fuhai dared not resist directly and instinctively summoned his defensive magic weapon.

A golden shield emerged from his chest, firmly protecting his upper body.

This was his trump card, a high-grade defensive magic weapon capable of blocking an attack from a cultivator in the early Golden Core stage.

But Lin Feng sneered, and with a thought, the Xuanling Sword flew out silently from his sleeve, transforming into a silver-white stream of light, arriving first despite being behind.

"puff--"

The Xuanling Sword pierced the golden shield as easily as if it were a sheet of paper.

The shield shattered with a crisp sound, turning into specks of golden light that dissipated into the air.

The Xuanling Sword, its momentum undiminished, headed straight for Jiang Fuhai's dantian.

"No--"

Before Jiang Fuhai's scream could even finish, the Xuanling Sword had already pierced through his dantian.

Spiritual energy surged out of his body like a flood bursting its banks. In just a few breaths, his cultivation level plummeted from the peak of Foundation Establishment to Qi Refining, and then from Qi Refining back to the mortal realm.