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

Guan Xin took the jade slip and probed it with her divine sense. After reading only a few lines, her eyes widened: "Young Master, this cultivation technique... is too profound!"

Lin Feng interrupted her: "Take your time, there's no rush."

You should practice first, and ask me if you don't understand anything.

This skill cannot be mastered overnight; it requires consistent, gradual accumulation.

"Yes, young master." Guan Xin nodded solemnly.

As for Wei Zhaoyi and Gu Yu, Lin Feng did not teach them any cultivation techniques—their spiritual roots were too poor, and even if he taught them, they would not be able to cultivate them, which would only cause them more trouble.

After resting for a night at Cangling Peak, Lin Feng left Cangxuan Sect and headed towards Diyuan Sect.

His goal was simple: to see if he could find a fellow Daoist—no, to find a bargain.

With the White Jade Token incident causing such a stir and attracting various forces, there might be an opportunity to take advantage of the chaos.

Lin Feng hurried along, and two days later, he finally arrived near the Diyuan Sect.

From afar, the gate of the Diyuan Sect was completely surrounded by a sea of ​​people.

There were thousands of people, including various independent cultivators, disciples of various sects, and hidden Golden Core cultivators.

More than a dozen flying boats hovered in the air, each bearing the flags of a different sect.

The five major sects—Qingmu Sect, Yulan Palace, Cangxuan Sect, Chiyang Sect, and Diyuan Sect, which was surrounded in the middle—gathered together once again.

Unlike the previous trial in the Cloud Origin Secret Realm, which was just a minor skirmish among Qi Refining stage disciples, today's event is practically a "grand gathering" for Golden Core stage cultivators.

Looking around, there are at least thirty Golden Core Realm elders on the surface.

Who knows how many more are hidden in secret.

Lin Feng hid in the shadows, releasing his divine sense to quietly scan the surroundings.

He was utterly astonished by what he saw.

Even heretical sects like the Hehuan Sect and the Ghost Head Sect have come.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect were dressed provocatively, men and women embracing each other, their laughter wanton;

The members of the Ghost Head Sect were shrouded in black mist, exuding a sinister aura, and were clearly not benevolent.

However, at this moment there was no distinction between good and evil; everyone's eyes were fixed on the Diyuan Sect.

At this moment, the Diyuan Sect had already activated its mountain-protecting formation. A brown shield enveloped the entire Diyuan Sect, resembling an inverted bowl, shimmering with spiritual light, and was indestructible.

The disciples of the Diyuan Sect were all on high alert inside the formation. Some were channeling spiritual energy into the formation's core, while others were maintaining its operation at its nodes. The atmosphere was extremely tense.

Outside the barrier, the leader was none other than Meng Shentong, the sect leader of the Qingmu Sect.

He stood at the front of the flying boat, his robes fluttering, his face ashen, his gaze cold as he looked at the gate of the Diyuan Sect.

Seeing that more and more people were gathering, Meng Shentong snorted coldly, his voice spreading through his spiritual power, clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"Li Xuanyang, hand over Li Xuanhu, or don't blame me for being unethical!"

Li Xuanyang, the leader of the Diyuan Sect, stood inside the mountain-protecting formation, his face ashen.

He responded from behind the barrier:

"Sect Leader Meng, as I've already said, Elder Li has never returned since he took the Xuanling Serpent out."

Besides, what evidence do you have that Elder Li killed your grandson?

Meng Shentong snorted coldly: "No proof is needed!"

All you need to do is hand over Li Xuanhu.

The evidence will be found on him.

At this moment, Lan Ruoyin, the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect, spoke with a smile, her voice charming and alluring:

"What Sect Leader Meng says is true."

Since Li Xuanhu didn't kill Sect Leader Meng's grandson, let him come out and confront them. Hiding inside and refusing to come out shows he's guilty.

Li Xuanyang's face darkened, and he angrily said, "What business is this of your Hehuan Sect?"

Get lost!

Lan Ruoyin not only didn't shut up, but laughed even harder, swaying her hips with a charming smile: "Sect Leader Li, you're so hot-tempered! Would you like me to cool you down?"

"You vixen, shut up!" Li Xuanyang was so angry that his face turned red.

Lan Ruoyin covered her mouth and chuckled softly, then fell silent.

Li Xuanyang's expression grew increasingly grim as he looked at the restless crowd outside the barrier.

He never imagined that one day the Diyuan Sect would be besieged by everyone.

Although he knew that Li Xuanhu was indeed not in the sect, he could not open the barrier.

Once the protective mountain formation is activated and these people rush in, the Diyuan Sect will be finished.

Meng Shentong couldn't wait any longer and said in a deep voice, "Attack!"

"It's the sect leader."

Mu Lian was the first to launch an attack.

Even with the combined attack of the five Golden Core elders of the Green Wood Sect, they could not shake the mountain-protecting formation in the slightest.

Meng Shentong said, "Everyone, let's work together and break the formation first."

Seeing this, the other independent cultivators also prepared to take action.

Just then, everyone's expression changed, as they felt a suffocating pressure coming towards them.

Looking back, I saw an unbelievable scene.

In the sky, a giant sword formed from spiritual energy came from the west to the east at an extremely fast speed, covering a distance of ten thousand meters in the blink of an eye.

The greatsword exuded a terrifying, suffocating aura.

Wherever it passed, it left a long white trail in the sky, as if it had been sliced ​​open by a sharp blade.

The giant sword, carrying a world-destroying momentum, crashed straight into the Earth Origin Sect's protective mountain formation.

One sword shatters the heavenly gate.

With a deafening roar, the Earth Origin Sect's protective mountain formation shattered into pieces like an eggshell in an instant.

Fragments of spiritual energy flew everywhere, turning into specks of starlight and dissipating in the air.

The sect leader Li Xuanyang, along with the elders and all the disciples within the formation, were all blasted to the ground by the terrifying shockwave, coughing up blood and turning ashen-faced.

The entire room fell silent.

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

How can a single sword strike shatter the protective array of a sect?

What kind of strength is this?

The Golden Core Realm cultivator absolutely cannot do that!

Even a full-force strike from a peak Golden Core cultivator could at most create a dent in the shield; it would be impossible for them to shatter the entire formation with a single sword strike.

Only cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage can possess such power!

For a moment, no one dared to move.

Those rogue cultivators who were just moments ago eager to make a move now didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

The sect leaders and elders of each sect also stared solemnly at the figure in the sky, their throats dry.

The next instant, a streak of light flashed, and a white figure appeared in everyone's sight.

It was a woman.

Dressed in white as snow, holding a snow-white longsword, with a white veil covering her face, revealing only a pair of clear, watery eyes.

She floated in the air, her clothes fluttering, her long hair flying, exuding a cool and otherworldly aura, like a snow lotus blooming in the heavens.

That beautiful back view made everyone take her seriously.

The Golden Core cultivators all concealed their auras, lowered their heads, and dared not look directly at each other.

When Lin Feng saw that figure from behind, he felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity.

That figure, that aura, that sword—he felt like he'd seen them somewhere before.

But without seeing her face clearly, he couldn't be sure.

The woman spoke slowly, her voice as cold as ice, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly:

"Hand over the White Jade Token."

Holy crap, it's her.

Hearing that familiar voice, Lin Feng couldn't help but smile.