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

Zhao Erniu honestly shook his head: "I don't know, but seeing how fiercely you're fighting over it, it must be a treasure."

"A treasure?" Gu Yu couldn't help but shake his head with a smile. "Let me put it this way, even if we sacrificed the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in and around Yongguan County, it wouldn't be worth as much as this token."

"What?" Zhao Erniu looked up in shock, his eyes wide as copper bells, his face full of disbelief.

Is a plaque more valuable than hundreds of thousands of lives?

This was completely beyond his comprehension.

"I'm saying all this just to tell you," Gu Yu said, looking at him intently, "that the price your friend paid to save you in the chaos of war may be far beyond your imagination."

"If it were me, I would never have thrown that token in that situation."

Zhao Erniu was struck dumb, standing there as if by lightning.

So the things that Lin Feng and his brother threw out were actually so precious?

My throat tightened, and I was deeply moved.

Seeing Zhao Erniu's moved yet remorseful expression, Gu Yu stopped asking questions.

She had some doubts before, wondering why this Tuoba City Lord suddenly attacked Fuhu Mountain.

Now I understand, it was all for this white jade token, perhaps because Zhao Erniu destroyed the Huang family martial arts school.

But now that the White Jade Token is in her hands, she is still very happy.

She turned around, picked up a heavy, coarse cloth bundle from the corner, and handed it to Zhao Erniu: "Alright, stop being so self-satisfied."

Here is all the gold, silver, and valuables left in the stronghold; take them and distribute them to the surviving brothers.

Let everyone have some money to travel on, and let each of you find your own way to make a living.

Furthermore, the reason I told you about the value of the White Jade Token was to help you understand why everyone was asked to leave Fuhu Mountain.

The news of Bai Yuling can't be kept secret any longer. At that point, Fuhu Mountain will be the most dangerous place; even I wouldn't dare stay here.

Zhao Erniu took the bundle, felt its weight, and knew it was quite heavy. He solemnly replied, "Yes, Chief."

He turned to leave, but Gu Yu's voice floated up from behind him again: "Oh, right."

This parting may mean we never see each other again.

I really like the 'white jade salt' you brought last time, and these 'candles' that shine brightly and produce very little smoke.

Where did you buy it?

If I happen to be passing by, I can buy some more.

Zhao Erniu, without suspecting anything, blurted out, "I bought it from Brother Lin Feng. He seems to have some connections."

"Lin Feng?" Gu Yu repeated the name in a low voice.

"What kind of person is Lin Feng? What's so special about him?"

"He's quite handsome, but his hair is very short. However, he's very amiable and fair in business." Zhao Erniu scratched his head, trying his best to describe him.

Gu Yu raised the corner of her mouth, a faint hint of understanding flashing in her eyes, then waved her hand, "I know, Er Niu, go and divide the silver."

"Alright, boss."

Zhao Erniu carried his bundle and strode out.

Silence returned to the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.

Gu Yu toyed with the white cloud token in her hand, a meaningful smile slowly curving up at the corner of her lips.

"Lin Feng?"

She was almost certain that the one who threw out the token amidst the chaos of battle and stirred up the whole situation was the Lin Feng brother that Zhao Erniu had mentioned.

And the person who ambushed and shot Tuoba Ku was definitely Lin Feng.

However, what puzzled her was that Lin Feng was willing to throw away such a precious treasure as the White Cloud Token in order to save Zhao Erniu and his group of strangers, who could even be described as "bandits".

This is simply unbelievable.

In this chaotic world where human life is cheap and profit is paramount, there are still people who value loyalty and righteousness more than treasures that could cause bloodshed in the martial arts world and upheaval in the imperial court.

Or perhaps Lin Feng's purpose was to lure out Tuoba Ku and then kill him?

That doesn't make sense either. A mere Tuoba Ku isn't worth it at all. If you just let out a little rumor, Tuoba Ku would be dead hundreds of times over.

"It's really hard to understand," Gu Yu whispered.

This also made her somewhat curious about Lin Feng.

A moment later, Zhao Erniu came out carrying a heavy bundle.

Following the instructions of the rain, he distributed the money fairly among all the survivors, including those brothers who were seriously wounded.

Each person received over a hundred taels of silver, enough for them to leave Liangzhou and find a remote place to start over.

The men who received the money silently knelt down facing the direction of the Hall of Righteousness, kowtowed three times, then buried the other corpses and left the stronghold.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the once bustling Fuhu Mountain stronghold was left with only Gu Yu.

At the edge of the cliff, Gu Yu glanced at the mountain village one last time, exhaled very softly, and her eyes returned to their usual calm and still state.

In the next instant, several leaping figures vanished from their spot without a trace.

For her, the chapter at Fuhu Mountain was now completely over.

Two days later, Lin Feng finally arrived in Yongguan County.

After tidying up briefly, I followed the sparse crowd and walked into Yongguan County.

When he entered, the city guards recognized Lin Feng, nodded, and let him in without charging him any entrance fee.

After entering the city, Lin Feng first returned to the secluded little courtyard he rented in the west of the city.

The courtyard gate was locked, everything was as before, and there were no signs of outsiders breaking in.

Boiling water thoroughly washes away all the fatigue, making me feel much more comfortable.

After resting for about half an hour, Lin Feng went out into the street to inquire about the situation of the city lord, Tuoba Ku.

On the street, Lin Feng seemed to be strolling around casually, but his ears were perked up, catching every word of the gossip.

Sure enough, throughout the streets and alleys of Yongguan County, almost everyone was talking about the death of the city lord Tuoba Ku, whether they were having tea or dinner.

"Lord Tuoba was suppressing bandits at Fuhu Mountain when he was killed by the bandit leader. It is said that he was shot through the throat with an arrow."

"I've not only heard about it, but the city lord's mansion has even hung up white banners. Tsk, heaven is truly smiling upon us."

"Keep your voice down, though. This news is really great."

That Tuoba fellow and his henchmen have exploited us ruthlessly over the years; they deserved this day long ago.

"Shh! But speaking of which, with the city lord dead, does that mean we can get rid of this year's population tax?"

"Dream on. If we replace the city lord, he might be even more ruthless."

Most ordinary people in the city applauded the death of Tuoba Ku.

After all, everyone knows perfectly well who is good and who is bad, and who is exploiting others.

Tuoba Ku and his cronies had long been resented for their extortion and tyranny in Yongguan County, and for their tolerance of the martial arts schools' bullying and monopolistic practices. However, no one dared to speak out openly about it.

Lin Feng listened carefully, but his main focus was on the whereabouts of Tuoba Ku's body.

Soon, he gleaned crucial information: Tuoba Ku's body had not yet been buried.

That's fine.

Although Tuoba Ku's cultivation level was not as high as Yang Laowu's or Gu Yu's, he was still a strong cultivator who had acquired his cultivation level later in life.

Lin Feng still needs it.

It has been less than three days since his death, and the seven-day mourning period has not yet passed.

Nowadays, Lin Feng can do whatever he wants in Yongguan County without any problems, so naturally he has nothing to worry about.

However, we can't do it openly; we'll have to talk about it tonight.