I Have A Dual World Seal

"You came back and didn’t even... talk to me..."

...

Autumn air runs cool, reunion feelings run deep.

Phoenix strings ring bright, music and dance like rainbow robes.

Don’t get the wrong idea, Lu Zheng really was playing the zither, sitting cross‑legged under the old peach tree, Phoenix Cry placed on the desk before him, playing a newly composed tune, "Xiangjian Huan," as a welcome for Si Lingxi.

Si Lingxi, on the other hand, was playing chess with Shen Ying, chatting as they played.

"These high‑yield crops are even more popular than I imagined," Si Lingxi said. "I didn’t expect it to turn into such a grand event either. Meng Ye suggested holding a harvest festival, so that delayed us a bit more."

"This time, the biggest beneficiary should be Lianshan Sect," Shen Ying said.

Si Lingxi nodded. Lianshan Sect was the number one sect in the Southern Border. Although they hadn’t occupied many famed mountains and rivers, their territory was the largest, the population under their command was also the greatest, and their mid‑ and lower‑tier strength was among the top as well.

What’s more, not long ago they had waged a great battle against the assorted monsters and ghosts around the Great Abyss Marsh, sweeping all of Divine Monarch Xuan Ruo’s accumulated foundation into their own pockets.

Of course, Si Lingxi got a generous share as well; just this morning, when Liu Qingyan returned to Tonglin County, she took a box of excellent medicinal herbs with her.

And with a harvest festival held on Phoenix Mountain itself, with Lianshan Sect personally acting as the supporting act, Si Lingxi’s prestige in the Southern Border soared. Some of the surrounding small and medium powers, having benefited from Phoenix Mountain, all readily agreed to get along amicably with the tribes, cities, and stockades under Phoenix Mountain’s banner.

One must know, no matter how many experts Phoenix Mountain had, no matter how great Si Lingxi’s prestige was, it still could not directly touch the most ordinary, most mundane mountain folk. Life in the Hundred Thousand Mountains of the Southern Border was hard, conflicts between tribes never ceased. Now that they had high‑yield crops, those conflicts could be eased to some extent.

...

As for the matter of Dark Sun Crossing Void True Emperor Demon Venerable and Primordial Fang Dog Demon Venerable, Si Lingxi had already learned of it that morning, and had even tried probing with the Cloud Palace Treasure Mirror. The conclusion she finally obtained was that Primordial Fang Dog Demon Venerable was not in the vicinity of Lingbei Dao.

"I’ll find time to check the other Daos," Si Lingxi said again as she placed another piece.

Lu Zheng nodded, his expression turning solemn. "We’ve already gotten a drop of demon blood; that Demon Venerable can’t escape now. This time we must make the Court send enough manpower—we can’t let them drag us down again. If they hadn’t collapsed on us in Pingdong Dao, by rights Dark Sun Demon Venerable should at least have been gravely wounded if not killed!"

Si Lingxi couldn’t help shaking her head with a smile, but she didn’t object. After all, having listened to Lu Zheng recount the details of that battle in Pingdong Dao, she didn’t think she could have taken down that Dark Sun Demon Venerable on her own either.

If this Primordial Fang Dog Demon Venerable’s strength was similar to Dark Sun Demon Venerable’s, she indeed needed to call in reinforcements.

The Fallen Celestial Demons were not only a threat to this world; to Si Lingxi and Lu Zheng, they were also time bombs.

After all, the Heartless True Desire Demon Ancestor knew Si Lingxi’s secret of being able to traverse the two realms; it was best to send all the Celestial Demons back as soon as possible.

Moreover, the commotion Dark Sun Demon Venerable caused this time was anything but small. After more than a month of brewing, the events over in Pingdong Dao had already spread to Lingbei.

A two‑hundred‑li Demon Realm forbidden zone, five hundred thousand commoners relocated—the Court’s unified propaganda was that they had slain demons and that the corpses of those demons polluted the environment after death.

On the one hand, they publicized how terrifying demons were; on the other, they trumpeted the might of the Court.

The blurred details also created fertile soil for all kinds of gossip and legends. In just over a month, several hundred legends and stories had already sprung up in Pingdong Dao and the surrounding Daos.

One said that the Great Demon was a thousand zhang tall, breathing out clouds, treading upon mountains and rivers, with eyes as large as city towers, and that finally the Court dispatched an army of a hundred thousand, loosed ten thousand arrows in unison, and at last slew it.

Another said that the Great Demon’s body was like a towering mountain, that it was a Netherworld Ghost King which emerged from underground wanting to seize the heavens and earth of the mortal world, only to be subdued by masters of the Buddhist Path and Daoist path.

Yet another said that the Great Demon wanted to refine the entire Lianzhou Prefecture, killing a hundred thousand people, and was ultimately slain by experts dispatched by the Court—but before it died, it released a body full of deadly poison, drenching a hundred‑li radius in toxins so that no one could ever live there again.

Before Si Lingxi returned, while accompanying the Tushan Celestial Fox around town to stroll and listen to storytellers, Lu Zheng had already heard several such tales at Leping Building.

Although Tu Yuchen and the others didn’t know Lu Zheng had taken part in that battle, they still marveled at how formidable that Demon was, and also marveled at the strength of the Da Jing Court.

"But we’re in no rush either. That Demon has been down in the mortal world for a dozen or even several dozen years, hiding and lying low without revealing a trace—he’s not in a hurry over one or two more days."

Lu Zheng said, "The Tushan Celestial Fox came to play for over a month not long ago, and Qingyan and Ying’Er have been keeping her company the whole time. Let’s rest for half a month before we talk about anything else."

Xiaocui, who was attending them at the side, was speechless. At least in her eyes, Lu Zheng seemed to have never done any proper work at all. All day long he either listened to storytelling and watched plays, or went out strolling to enjoy the scenery, or else stayed in the master bedroom with his own Fairy, living shameless nights and days.

And even so, he still wanted to rest another half month?

"Exactly, exactly!"

As Xiaocui thought this, she poured tea for the three of them. "The Fairy accompanied the Tushan guests to rehearse two plays in the manor, and Young Master also personally cooked several times. It was very exhausting!"

"Oh? What plays?"

Si Lingxi knew the Tushan Celestial Fox had stayed for a month and only just left, but she didn’t know the details, much less that they had put on two plays.

"One was Chinese Paladin, and the other was The Legend of the White Snake," Shen Ying said.

"The Legend of the White Snake?" Si Lingxi’s brows arched; she suddenly lifted her head.

"It’s a modified version," Shen Ying said with a smile, then took a thread‑bound book out of her bracelet and handed it to Si Lingxi.

The Legend of the White Snake still hadn’t been printed in Modern Blue Star; instead they had taken the designed sample copy to printing houses in various places. Since it was a commercial venture, this felt more grounded.

Si Lingxi took the book and saw the three large characters "The Legend of the White Snake" on the cover. There was also a simple illustration on the cover, depicting a man, a woman, and an old Monk.

She opened the book and skimmed, ten lines at a glance, quickly noticing how the content had changed.

First was the setting: from ancient Hangzhou in Hua Country to Dingyuan Dao near the Western Buddha Country, specifically Qiao State at the very border of Dingyuan Dao, the place most deeply intertwined with the Western Buddha Country.

Then the characters: Xu Xian’s character setting was unchanged, and so was Bai Suzhen’s, but Fa Hai was no longer the Host of Jinshan Temple; instead, he became part of the branch of Brahma Heaven Temple established in Qiao State—Anqiao Temple.

Finally, the plot: based on the original story, they had changed quite a bit, but the core and overall pattern remained. Monks, Daoists, Martial Artists, and Sword Immortals from the Central Plains all appeared to lend the couple a hand.

In the end, a Great Power from Fahua Temple, who was traveling and happened to arrive there, took action. Engaging Fa Hai in a contest of the Buddhist Path through Magical Combat, he suppressed him, rescued Bai Suzhen from the Brahma Heaven Tower, and let the lovers finally become husband and wife.

A faint curve tugged at the corner of Si Lingxi’s mouth. "The Great Brahma Heaven Temple’s reputation is going to reek."

Shen Ying planted her fists on her hips. "Serves them right for wanting to take me and Qingyan back to ’convert’ us!"

Xiaocui nodded repeatedly. "Exactly, exactly. Best if Young Master Lu swindles all the Monks of the Great Brahma Heaven Temple. Find a chance to have them perish together with the Outer Heaven Evil Demons!"

Lu Zheng: "..."

Si Lingxi and Shen Ying both laughed at that, but then Shen Ying suddenly paused.

"What is it?"

"The Netherworld is in great upheaval again."

Shen Ying’s old peach tree was connected to the Netherworld and could sense its disturbances, so where Si Lingxi and Lu Zheng felt nothing, Shen Ying picked up a reaction.

"Such a powerful disturbance—there’s a top‑tier expert engaged in Magical Combat in the Netherworld nearby!"

Shen Ying’s eyes narrowed. "Besides Yin Qi scattering everywhere, there’s also Demonic Qi rampaging—it’s... Dark Sun Crossing Void True Emperor Demon Venerable!"