I Have A Dual World Seal

"A month of dust storms..."

"In completely windless conditions, the smaller the particles, the harder it is for them to settle."

"Tsk tsk... If Koreans knew it was their loose lips that led to the entire Seoul Metropolitan Area being covered in dust for a month, who knows what their reaction would be."

"What reaction could there be?"

"Of course, they’d blame Hua Country!"

"Hahaha!"

"Well then, this time at least we aren’t being wrongly accused."

"They brought it upon themselves, dying with no regrets."

"Think about it, is there anything we can leverage?"

"How fresh, the dust haze has lingered for a whole month, showing how much Korea’s environment has deteriorated."

"Don’t forget, Korea is a major Christian country, the whole metropolitan area is filled with smog and completely windless for a month. How many strange things could happen?"

"Tsk tsk, divine punishment?"

"Should we bring up the Los Angeles mass spontaneous combustion incident?"

"It would be hard to connect them unless we ask Lu Zheng and others to step in."

"Anyway, let’s send the intelligence to various departments first. No need to ask about the specific reasons, just tell them the conclusion and let them use whatever means they have."

"Alright."

...

The clear North China Zone contrasts sharply with the dust-covered Seoul region.

The first day...

The sky over Seoul turned an eerie yellow-black, with hazy sunlight filtering through, and even the horizon emitted a strange red hue.

The second day...

The entire Great Seoul Metropolitan Area was completely still with no wind, engulfed in dust, leaving everyone feeling stifled.

The third day...

Everyone donned N95 masks, and just stepping out, upon returning there was a thin layer of dust on their clothes, hair, and masks.

The fourth day...

Larger dust particles had begun to settle, but the remaining dust still floated in the air, hanging over everyone’s heads.

The fifth day...

The good news was the sky wasn’t red anymore, the bad news was the grey sky showed no improvement, weighing heavily on everyone’s hearts.

The sixth day...

No wind, no rain, air conditioners, air purifiers, and even vacuums were turned on, repairmen had gone crazy recently, as many appliances were clogged by dust and got damaged.

The seventh day...

An entire week passed with no improvement in the smog; Koreans were too tired to blame Hua Country, numbed.

As the second week arrived, the outskirts of the Seoul Metropolitan Area started experiencing wind and rain and became clear...

Only the central region remained neither windy nor rainy, just covered by the haze, which was too bizarre.

Apart from meteorologists providing interpretations, various gods and spirits started to emerge.

It’s known that Korea is a country rampant with evil cults, no less than the Lighthouse Country, saying it’s a parade of demons might be exaggerated, but a hundred ghosts walking at night certainly felt apt.

Near the end of the first week, a sect organized a grand ceremony, thousands gathered in a plaza, chanting the Bible and praying for blessings.

Following that, another sect held a march, denouncing the authorities’ perverse actions that offended God, demanding the president apologize and resign to make amends.

The most extreme was a sect called Spirit Worship Sect; under the leadership of the contemporary sect leader, they organized three thousand people at a plaza in the Eastern part of the city, held a spirit worship assembly, removed their masks, and took deep breaths of smog because they believed God was punishing them, and they must accept it. Once they inhaled all the smog, everything would pass.

When Lin Wan relayed these details to Lu Zheng through Interpol, Lu Zheng was stunned.

To be fair, this Spirit Worship Sect did have some sense; their idea wasn’t wrong, except they misunderstood the entity imposing the punishment.

But then again, if they really inhaled all the smog, Lu Zheng would naturally lift the restriction on the Seoul Metropolitan Area, and the natural winds would no longer eerily bypass them.

Yet this maneuver by Lu Zheng amazed the Ancient Culture Research and Analysis Archival Room once more.

Controlling wind and rain, igniting thousands, carving mountains and rivers were all techniques performed in situ; they hadn’t expected such a scale of restraint over tens of thousands of square kilometers, leaving it windless and rainless, only inhaling smog.

"Just a minor warning, to let them know loose talk comes at a cost." Lu Zheng waved his hand, "Hua Country isn’t Korea’s parent; speaking recklessly demands a price."

Lin Wan nodded, "Indeed, the price is painful. The Lighthouse Country’s military based in Korea has gone frantic, tightening security, collaborating closely with the authorities to inspect various ports."

Lu Zheng crossed his legs, "Conveniently done, so, is it effective?"

Lin Wan nodded, "Of course it is; knowing the operation status of the equipment on the other side makes it easier to bypass them."

Earlier, as Lu Zheng released smog around the metropolitan area, it happened to encircle the military base of the Lighthouse Country stationed in Korea, and while everyone was indoors avoiding the dust storm, he appropriated an anti-missile command vehicle and fire control radar.

Stopping by Beidu on his way back, he casually dropped it in the courtyard of the Ancient Culture Research and Analysis Archival Room.

Thus, without needing to say anything, the people in the archival room knew for sure it was Lu Zheng who intervened in Korea’s situation.

As a result, after some deliberation, the archival room strangely hoped more countries would falsely accuse or harshly criticize them, the harsher the better.

Luckily, their dark thoughts were unknown to fellow departments, otherwise out of contempt, they would actively impersonate netizens, transferring comments from external networks to recommend them to Lu Zheng and others.

...

After spending a memorable night together, Lu Zheng crossed over with Liu Qingyan, sending her to Renxin Hall, where they coincidentally ran into Du Yueyao arriving at work.

"Has the Primordial Saint Sect not gotten on track yet?" Liu Qingyan noticed Du Yueyao’s barely concealed fatigue, feeling pained, if not for her successful cultivation, she might have fallen ill from exhaustion.

"Almost, almost." Du Yueyao nodded repeatedly, "Already established in Pingtan County, and almost done with the busywork."

"That’s good; as the sect leader of the Primordial Saint Sect, you can’t personally oversee everything while letting others rest." Lu Zheng said, "How’s their learning of the ’Barefoot Doctor’s Manual’?"

"Two individuals show considerable talent, while others can manage common illnesses, but struggle with anything slightly more complex," Du Yueyao replied.

Lu Zheng nodded and said, "Having two is already good; Pingtan County is only this big, other clinics should also have room to operate."

"Exactly," Du Yueyao replied, "Oh, one more thing, the Jade Sun Temple in Yizhou Prefecture will hold this year’s Dao Discussion Assembly in three days, inviting Primordial Saint Sect to attend as guests. Will you and Brother Lu be going?"