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

Lin Feng had a different idea from the Lord of Yongguan City and Yang Laowu.

Lin Feng didn't care much about the white jade token that had attracted so much covetousness and fighting among various parties.

It's just a token. Even if it might be associated with some treasure, heritage, or huge secret, it's still just an external object.

In his eyes, the mysterious and unpredictable "Black Lotus" within his body, capable of devouring and feeding back, is his greatest reliance and foundation for establishing himself in both worlds.

The growth brought by the Black Lotus is real and completely controlled, which is much more substantial than chasing a vague token that could even lead to one's death.

Since these people are so eager to obtain the white jade token, even at the cost of stirring up bloodshed, Lin Feng doesn't mind doing them a favor and finding a way to "give" this hot potato to them.

Of course, how to send it, when to send it, and to whom to send it all need to be carefully planned. The goal is to get rid of trouble, and ideally, to gain some benefits, or at least to watch a good show of dogs fighting each other.

Lin Feng wouldn't mind promoting whoever snatched the White Jade Token.

Lin Feng would prefer to see his own people overwhelmed with their own problems.

Right now, Lin Feng is most interested in the unassuming Yang Laowu.

This guy infiltrated the charity, pretending to be a dying corpse collector, but in reality he was a ruthless and highly skilled cunning old fox.

Yang Laowu's precise and extreme killing technique with that unassuming little knife left a deep impression on Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was particularly impressed by his acupoint striking skills.

Lin Feng was itching to see it.

The Black Lotus devoured so many corpses, and the feedback was mostly blood, internal energy, and memories, but no one knew how to use acupoint striking.

I used to think that acupressure was a common skill when I watched martial arts dramas, but after coming here I realized that ordinary martial artists don't have the opportunity to learn about acupressure points, or they don't have the ability to practice it.

Most of them still rely on brute force and techniques.

Perhaps only by breaking through the acquired level can one master acupressure.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, the morning mist had not yet dissipated.

Lin Feng changed into an inconspicuous gray cloth outfit and quietly left the city again, heading straight for the Tian family ancestral graves.

His primary objective on this trip was to find the corpses of the Tian family martial arts school disciples.

Even the smallest mosquito leg is still meat.

Lin Feng first dug up more than a dozen corpses, and the black lotus quietly devoured them.

However, the feedback from Black Lotus disappointed him somewhat.

His internal strength showed no improvement.

There seemed to be a very slight improvement in physical condition, but the change was so small that it could be ignored.

The corpse's power was not as great as Lin Feng's own Black Lotus Devouring, and it did not provide any feedback. Just like when it devoured ordinary people like the scholar, it did not provide any energy feedback, only memories and skills.

It's not that 1+1=2, but rather that they are infinitely stacked.

To improve, the corpse needs to be stronger than oneself; the Black Lotus absorbs 99 energy, and he gains 1.

If you want to improve yourself, these ordinary martial artists are completely useless and utterly worthless.

Lin Feng decisively abandoned his plan to continue devouring other corpses.

Instead of wasting time on this, you should think about something else.

Meanwhile, inside the charity hall.

Jiang Hu, the master of the Black Tiger Martial Arts School, stood respectfully behind Yang Laowu, his face showing puzzlement: "Old Yang, are you also going to Fuhu Mountain to suppress bandits?"

With his hands behind his back, Yang Laowu's hunched back seemed to straighten a little. His cloudy old eyes gazed at the gray sky outside the window, and his voice was calm but carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Yes, this time, I absolutely have to go."

There are some things I must retrieve myself.

Jiang Hu was even more puzzled: "Old Yang, what exactly is so important?"

If you trust me, I can do it for you.

Yang Laowu slowly shook his head, a deep, unfathomable look flashing in his eyes: "You can't help with this."

Outsiders shouldn't interfere.

You just need to do as I say.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hu immediately lowered his head and respectfully replied, "Yes, Elder Yang, rest assured, I will do as you say and there will be no mistakes."

"very good."

Yang Laowu nodded slightly. "After the matter is settled, I will naturally treat you well. You've lived in your charity hall for so long, your strength should have improved by now."

Jiang Hu showed gratitude and bowed again: "Thank you for your guidance, Elder Yang."

"Then I will go and make the necessary arrangements now."

Yang Laowu waved his hand and said no more.

Leaving the charity hall and walking down the street, Jiang Hu frowned, his doubts still unresolved.

Why did Yang Laowu suddenly become so enthusiastic about suppressing bandits?

This is quite different from his usual indifferent attitude.

Jiang Hu still can't figure out where this Yang Laowu came from.

However, having witnessed Yang Laowu's skills before, and with that air of mystery surrounding him, Jiang Hu always held a sense of awe and dared not ask any further questions.

In the afternoon, the atmosphere in the entire Yongguan County suddenly became tense, like a fully drawn bowstring.

The city gates were closed, and the number of soldiers guarding them was tripled, all clad in armor and armed with weapons, their expressions stern.

The notice clearly states: Entry is permitted, but exit is not.

Anyone attempting to force their way in or argue will be apprehended on the spot.

Rumors spread like wildfire throughout the city, and people were filled with anxiety.

The vendors packed up their stalls early, and the people closed their doors tightly. The streets quickly became deserted, filled with a sense of impending doom.

Ordinary people didn't know what had happened, but the fear of the Tian family martial arts school being wiped out haunted their hearts. They felt that a great disaster was about to befall them, but dared not discuss it openly.

People only breathed a sigh of relief when the city lord posted a proclamation of bandit suppression bearing the official seal.

The notice vehemently denounced the various crimes of the bandits of Fuhu Mountain and explained that closing the city gates was to prevent bandits' spies from leaking information to the outside world, ensuring that the bandit suppression operation would be carried out unexpectedly and successfully.

The uninformed people, upon seeing the notice, clapped and cheered, praising the city lord for his wisdom and bravery in ridding the people of this scourge.

The tense atmosphere was replaced by a blind optimism and anticipation.

Only those who know the inside story, like Lin Feng, understand that the city lord Tuoba Ku's strict guarding was not to prevent messages from being sent.

He was clearly afraid that the news about the white jade token, which concerned his life and future, would be leaked, or that someone would take the opportunity to take it out of the city.

Suppressing bandits is a pretense; seizing treasure is the real purpose.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Nearly three hundred people had gathered at the West City Military Parade Ground.

Black Tiger Martial Arts School dispatched 20 people.

To Lin Feng's slight surprise, the museum owner, Jiang Hu, adjusted the list before leaving.

The senior disciple Yuan Chun, who was originally supposed to go, was left behind and replaced by the mysterious Yang Laowu.

This change caused quite a stir and confusion among the disciples of the Black Tiger Martial Arts School.

They stared wide-eyed at the frail old man who usually dealt with corpses in the charity hall, who actually wanted to go with them to suppress bandits.

This completely overturned their understanding.

First, there was Lin Feng, a person of unknown origin and receiving special treatment; now, there's a corpse-sewing mortician.

Black Tiger Martial Arts School is getting more and more insane.