I Have A Dual World Seal-Chapter 462: Reappearance of Primordial Saint Sect
The next day, Lu Zheng saw the news released by the Lighthouse Country’s Ministry of Defense, announcing that one of their reconnaissance aircraft had crashed due to a malfunction.
They didn’t sling mud at the mysterious Eastern Great Power, as they didn’t have the guts for that. It’s easy to bump into trouble, but to point fingers and falsely accuse would mean direct hot war conflict.
Especially in international waters.
So the masses were happy to watch the drama, while online summaries were being compiled of the Lighthouse Country’s military accidents over the past two years.
Meanwhile, the Lighthouse Country began urgently inspecting the engine systems on their aircraft.
Because, according to the information sent by the reconnaissance crew’s last message, as well as the plane’s own electronic records, it was evident that the aircraft’s four engines suddenly exploded.
And it was a chain explosion!
Thus, within a short time, reconnaissance flights over the Western Pacific were cleared out.
As for the instigator of this matter, he had already visited The Forbidden City Museum and was now having breakfast with Lin Wan.
...
Meanwhile, at The Forbidden City Museum, in the artifact donation acceptance office.
The museum director, a Beidu Police Station officer, the museum’s first employee to arrive in the morning, and several expert appraisers were gathered.
"How is it?" asked the director.
"It should be genuine," a grey-haired elder looked up and said.
"Should be? Can’t be certain?" the director frowned and asked.
The elder shook his head, "It’s hard. There are very few foreign artifacts in our country, our experience is limited, and there’s not much information, so it’s indeed difficult to conclude."
The director nodded understandingly.
The matter wasn’t small, as the director of the Beidu City Bureau had personally come, holding a simple A4 printout with gloves.
An assistant director shook his head, "Didn’t that Allen Company’s shady case last time involve our domestic organizations?"
"It could also be international friends," said the city bureau director, "Additionally, we can’t rule out that it was counterfeit, using us to draw attention."
"Why use us to draw attention? There are many institutions internationally that can draw attention."
"Just a thought and speculation, after all, it’s wise to be cautious," the city bureau director said calmly.
The A4 paper in his hand recorded the origins of these artifacts.
"The problem is these items were illegally smuggled in, and we don’t have a dedicated foreign artifact exhibit hall. What do we do with them?" the assistant director asked, "We can’t possibly return them."
"Nonsense, these things have been through so many hands, origins can’t be traced anymore. Return to whom? The robbers?"
The city bureau director pouted, "Since they’ve donated these to us, they are naturally ours now."
The director looked at the museum director, "We should report this situation, see if we should store them or you could open a separate exhibit hall."
The museum director nodded, but added, "But we must first verify the authenticity of the artifacts."
"Of course!"
...
"Have the items been delivered?"
"Yes."
"So fast!"
"Hmm?"
"I meant you’re quick."
"Hmm!?"
"I meant your flight speed is quick!"
"Hmm."
Lin Wan took a bite of her bun and glanced at Lu Zheng with mock annoyance.
Lu Zheng grinned while nibbling his bun, showing none of the fierceness of having destroyed a reconnaissance plane and flown back and forth thousands of miles, but appearing like a regular salaried worker, sitting in a breakfast shop, eating buns and sipping porridge.
Yesterday was Saturday, the two of them toured the Zhou Mountain Islands in the morning, caught a plane, and in the afternoon flew to the inland Zhejiang Province to enjoy the country’s beautiful scenery.
In the evening, Lu Zheng submitted his quota, and taking advantage of the night, went to Beidu again, even making it back in time to go downstairs for breakfast with Lin Wan in the morning.
But yesterday was too exciting, so today they just drove the car parked downstairs at the Wangjiang Pavilion home, and spent the whole day snuggled up watching TV dramas.
This subtle warmth...
Made Lu Zheng reminisce about discussing medical skills with Liu Qingyan in the study, and the feeling of walking hand in hand with Shen Ying in the Peach Blossom Forest...
"What are you thinking about?"
"Thinking about how Sister Celestial Immortal has been in the industry for twenty years, yet she can still act in idol dramas."
"She debuted at fifteen."
"Right, right!"
"I must say, Sister Celestial Immortal is truly beautiful."
"Bah, not as beautiful as you. If you joined the entertainment industry, you’d crush them all!"
"Go, stop talking nonsense!"
"No, I’m telling the truth. Don’t believe me? There are a few traditional style gowns in our wardrobe, right? Try one on and look in the mirror, see if I’m talking nonsense."
"You!?"
...
On TV, a recently popular period idol drama was playing.
Outside of the TV, an exquisitely shot ancient style action film was unfolding.
Real and surreal mingled, on and off screen.
...
It’s been nearly a month since the conference, and summer has arrived.
Lu Zheng continued running back and forth, continuing his cultivation, his progress soaring steadily.
Ever since stepping out of the Peach Blossom Grove, Shen Ying also loved to travel around. Yesterday, she had just attended a theater show with Liu Qingyan, and decided to stay in Tonglin County for the night.
This morning, Liu Qingyan went to Renxin Hall for consultations and treatment, while Shen Ying stayed, accompanying Lu Zheng in the courtyard, enjoying the coolness.
Clicking his tongue, Lu Zheng lay under the persimmon tree in the backyard, lying on a rocking chair that rocked back and forth, the sunlight filtering through the leaves, pleasantly shining on him.
"Lu Lang, it’s getting a bit hot, have some sour plum soup," Shen Ying handed over a cup of iced sour plum soup, took a sip, and laughed lightly, "As expected of a candy shop, they aren’t stingy with sugar in this sour plum soup."
"Research shows sweet food can increase happiness," Lu Zheng replied.
"Does that need research?" Shen Ying thought this was common sense, if sweet food couldn’t increase happiness, why would it be sold at such high prices?
Lu Zheng asked again, "But why does sweet food increase happiness?"
"Because it’s sweet?" Shen Ying found Lu Zheng’s question inexplicably odd.
Lu Zheng nodded, agreeing that Shen Ying made a valid point.
Taking a sip of the sour plum soup, a knock sounded at the door.
"Younger Brother Lu, are you home?"
"Brother Duan?" Lu Zheng’s brows raised, it was the voice of Duan Changzai from the Yizhou Town Anomaly Suppression Bureau.
"I’m here! Uncle Li, open the door quickly!" Lu Zheng stood up, holding a cup in one hand and carrying a copper pot in the other, heading towards the front hall.
Upon reaching the front hall, he saw Uncle Li bringing in Duan Changzai, who had just arrived.
"Fairy Shen is here too!" Duan Changzai hurriedly bowed to Shen Ying.
"Greetings, Lord Duan." Shen Ying bowed slightly.
"Brother Duan, please sit," Lu Zheng invited Duan Changzai to sit, grabbed another cup, and poured him sour plum soup, "It’s hot, have a cup to cool off."
"Thank you."
Duan Changzai didn’t stand on ceremony, took a sip of the sour plum soup, and then continued, "I have something else to do, I’ll leave after speaking."
"Go ahead."
"The Primordial Saint Sect’s wizard appeared again in Lingbei Dao’s Earth Realm, the Anomaly Bureau is investigating, Miss Liu has a full merit body, please be cautious."
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