I Have A Dual World Seal

"The Immortal’s chess game is truly extraordinary," Si Lingxi remarked lightly.

Wansong Daoist looked at Si Lingxi, then at Lu Zheng, and laughed, "If Chi Songzi knew there were figures like Lu Xiaoyou in the Mortal World, he might just bring the True Spirit down himself for a meeting."

Wansong Daoist was acquainted with Si Lingxi’s chess skills; previously, he was a notch above her. He hadn’t expected that after all his advancements, he was still only a notch higher.

It was obvious that the source of Si Lingxi’s progress lay with Lu Zheng.

"I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare," Lu Zheng waved his hands repeatedly, humbly declining.

"Indeed, you should," Si Lingxi chuckled as she helped Lu Zheng to her seat. "Even if Chi Songzi descended, he might not be a match for Lu Lang."

Wansong Daoist chuckled, but he had to admit that Lu Zheng’s chess skills were improving at an unprecedented pace.

"Please proceed, young friend!"

Lu Zheng was not overly modest and took the first move with the white pieces.

Facing Wansong Daoist, Lu Zheng dared not hold back, fearing that any leniency might indeed give Wansong the upper hand.

Si Lingxi watched quietly, while Song Kaichuan noticed that this game was vastly different from the previous one when it was revisited.

The black pieces were like a dragon, coiled together, continuing to be formidable both offensively and defensively, hiding steel under soft velvet.

The white pieces were like a tiger, seemingly using a similar strategy to when Si Lingxi previously held the pieces, but upon closer inspection, the details were entirely different.

The momentum was dragon-like, yet it showed signs of "even a dragon has regrets," intertwining and battling with the black dragon without losing any ground.

"Impressive!" Song Kaichuan nodded in admiration, recalling the time when Lu Zheng played chess with him in the cave; it felt like a lifetime ago.

In Si Lingxi’s eyes, a gleam shone brightly, as Lu Zheng’s current chess path clearly carried her style.

Although it appeared that Lu Zheng was playing with Wansong Daoist, it was as if Lu Zheng was simulating a game between Si Lingxi and him.

The enhanced version of Si Lingxi.

Wansong Daoist noticed this even earlier and stroked his beard with a laugh, "The two of you are of one mind, bullying an old pine tree like me."

Lu Zheng laughed heartily, without refuting, and placed another piece, "Elder Wansong’s chess skills are profound; with just myself, victory is hard to achieve."

Wansong Daoist chuckled, pondered for a moment, and then made his move, "Very well, through the chess paths of Sect Leader Si, one can glimpse a corner of your chess art; let this old pine tree see what your combined efforts yield."

...

Wansong Daoist truly had maxed out his talent in chess.

Since being stimulated by Lu Zheng, he made further advancements, having broken Chi Songzi’s endgame, he recalled everything from his dreams, and rapidly improved his chess skills with reference to the Immortal’s paths.

Even though Lu Zheng occasionally enhanced his chess skills with the Light of Fortune, he was still only barely leading Wansong Daoist by a step or two.

Of course, there was also the lack of stronger stimuli for Lu Zheng, but regardless, Wansong Daoist’s chess skills were already terrifying.

"By the way, since you broke the dream endgame, has Immortal Chi Songzi reached out to you?" Lu Zheng asked as he placed his pieces.

Wansong Daoist shook his head, "No, after I solved the endgame, Chi Songzi Immortal conveyed to me a part of the ’Red Pine Seed’s Left Caution Jade Water Pill Scripture,’ then left with a ’fated to meet again.’"

"Alright," Lu Zheng nodded.

Originally he wanted Wansong Daoist to inquire with Chi Songzi whether there were Immortals descending to solve this Demon Tribulation and to confirm once more Li Lingyu’s identity.

"Is there something you want to ask?" Wansong Daoist inquired.

"Just thinking about seeking assistance from the Upper Realm," Lu Zheng smiled but did not mention Li Lingyu, as there seemed to be no legend of him in Great Jing yet.

Wansong Daoist chuckled, "Such a small matter, the Immortals of the Upper Realm could easily discern it. If they have the heart, they would naturally descend."

Lu Zheng nodded to indicate his understanding, then casually placed a piece.

Wansong Daoist, about to place his black piece, suddenly paused and fell into deep thought.

When Song Kaichuan observed again, it seemed as if a white tiger had silently slipped into the heart of the black dragon’s territory, extending its sharp claws to tear open the armor of the black dragon’s chest.

Si Lingxi’s eyes brightened, and as she recalled Lu Zheng’s successive strategic plays, she couldn’t help but exclaim, "A good move!"

"Indeed, a marvelous play,"

Wansong Daoist fixed his gaze on the board, contemplated, and ultimately retreated a step.

With this piece, the offensive and defensive roles reversed, the white tiger’s momentum surged, launching a fierce assault, overwhelming in force. The black dragon had to switch to defense, awaiting an opportunity.

However, Lu Zheng gave Wansong Daoist no chance to turn defense into attack; taking advantage of the situation, he advanced ferociously, ultimately achieving victory.

"Elder, I’ve won graciously!"

"Hahaha!" Wansong Daoist set down his black piece and laughed heartily, immensely pleased.

"It’s always a pleasure to play with young friend," Wansong Daoist chuckled, "If Immortal Chi Songzi comes to me in another dream, I’ll be sure to introduce young friend to him."

...

That afternoon, Wansong Daoist, along with Song Kaichuan, arrived at Phoenix Mountain.

"Elder Wansong!"

Liu Qingyan, upon seeing Wansong Daoist, quickly went forward to pay her respects, "Lu Lang had told me we’d visit you after the New Year, but I didn’t expect he’d invite you here without letting me know."

Saying this, Liu Qingyan couldn’t help but cast a slightly reproachful glance at Lu Zheng, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Shen Ying, who knew Wansong Daoist, also greeted with Du Yueyao and the other ladies.

Wansong Daoist waved with a smile indicating everyone to rise, teasing, "Old Taoist originally didn’t plan on coming out, but it was Old Song who called me, and so out came the old Taoist."

Everyone laughed at these words.

That evening, Lu Zheng personally cooked a sumptuous feast of snake meat dishes and some light side dishes.

Not many were invited; Si Lingxi simply called for Kong Lan to join this family feast.

And during the banquet, seeing the equal exchange between Wansong Daoist and Lu Zheng, Kong Lan was stunned.

Kong Lan: (*°ω°*)ﾉ

What is going on, who exactly is this Lu Zheng?

Regarding the incident with the seed that day, Kong Lan’s view on Lu Zheng had slightly shifted, but she still didn’t think Lu Zheng was worthy of Si Lingxi.

Yet today, not only Si Lingxi, even Wansong Daoist considered Lu Zheng in a different light.

This couldn’t help but astonish Kong Lan.

Who was Wansong Daoist?

Though he seldom left the mountain and didn’t establish any factions, hence not widely famed, he was truly a top-tier Great Power, and by pure cultivation depth, perhaps even surpassing Si Lingxi.

If not for conflicting attributes, Si Lingxi might not surpass Wansong Daoist in a confrontation.

And it was this significant master who shared laughter with Lu Zheng, wasn’t that terrifying?

At least, Kong Lan felt she increasingly couldn’t understand Lu Zheng, but at the same time, she grew more understanding of the relationship between Si Lingxi and Lu Zheng.

...

In the following days, everyone engaged in activities around Phoenix Mountain.

Liu Qingyan sought guidance from Wansong Daoist on the ’Red Pine Seed’s Left Caution Jade Water Pill Scripture.’

Si Lingxi and Lu Zheng occasionally performed harmonious melodies with zither and flute, enchanting everyone like celestial music.

Lu Zheng and Wansong Daoist occasionally retreated to the back mountain for a match, battling fiercely as if the skies and earth were darkened.

Soon, the eve of the New Year arrived.