Chapter 170: Prime Minister Zhang Can Cultivate (2/4)

"Ne... next Monday?!" The news struck everyone like a bolt from the blue, causing their brains to short-circuit once more.

"We thought it would update tomorrow, but Fang Qi says next Monday?!"

"Kid Fang! What did you say?!" Nalan Hongwu's eyes locked onto Fang Qi with a deadly glare; if looks could kill, Fang Qi would have been torn into ten thousand pieces by now!

"Boss! Isn't it updating tomorrow?!" Dong Qingli was also losing her cool at this point!

Yesterday's viewing led into today's update! How did today's viewing turn into next week's update?!

"Why are you all staring at me like that? Has none of you ever read a biographical novel?" Fang Qi stood up from his seat. "The 'Immortal Martial Arts' only releases one volume a month! What's wrong with a next-week update?"

"Their volumes have so much more content! Yours only has six episodes, Boss!" Dong Qingli countered vehemently.

"Which is exactly why I'm not updating next month," Fang Qi replied with impeccable logic.

Everyone: "..."

"If you dare update once a month, this young lady will hire people to beat you up the moment you step out the door!" Dong Qingli gritted her pearly white teeth, wishing she could strangle the seemingly harmless boss before her.

Fang Qi rolled his eyes at her. Putting aside the fact that such a thing wouldn't happen, even if it did, it wasn't certain who would be beating up whom...

Meanwhile, in the Wind and Moon Pavilion.

Xiang Qinghe instructed several servers to clear away the morning tea and pastries and replace them with lunch, sitting alone at a table: "What has been wrong with the eldest young lady lately...? She doesn't even drink her morning tea, rushes out the door at seven in the morning... and doesn't come back until midnight?!"

"She says she's going to that Origins Internet Cafe? Isn't that our arch-rival..." Connecting this to the fact that the recent boycott against that shop had been lifted, an ominous premonition rose in Xiang Qinghe's heart. "It couldn't... be, right?"

"Boss... can't it just update tomorrow?!" Fenghua and Yuexin looked at Fang Qi pitifully. At this moment, they had clearly realized how wonderful it was to have updates tomorrow!

Compared to waiting until next week...

Updating tomorrow was sheer bliss!

"It must update tomorrow!" Su Tianji sat right to Fang Qi's right, one hand gripping the armrest of his chair, her eyes boring into him like knives.

"Precisely, it must update tomorrow!" Sitting at Computer No. 1, Nalan Hongwu also slapped the desk and stood up.

"Does filming not cost money?! Does production not take time?! You expect an update just like that; why don't you just tell those biographical novel writers to finish their books instantly!" Fang Qi stood with his hands on his hips and shouted back.

Everyone: "..."

Everyone fell silent.

There was absolutely no room for rebuttal!

Could they really start a riot over this?

As for beating up the boss, Dong Qingli was just venting her anger; this wasn't a problem that could be solved by beating him up anyway.

Although they didn't understand what Fang Qi meant by filming costing money, they could comprehend that production took time.

"Forget it, forget it!" Su Tianji sighed deeply. Though she wished she could beat Fang Qi to death, she knew that lingering on the matter would yield no results. She waved her hand, "Let's have some snacks..."

"Master, the snacks are all gone...!" Yuexin reminded her.

"Haven't several new items come out over the past few days?" Su Tianji asked.

She then froze, looking at the empty instant noodle bowls, cola bottles, and Häagen-Dazs containers on the table...

Her face darkened. It seemed they really were all gone...?!

At first, she felt like the shop had added a lot of snacks... Was it an illusion?!

"We..." Next to her, Dong Qingli also froze. She looked back at the snacks on her table—instant noodles, cola, Häagen-Dazs, all accounted for. "It seems... we're out too?"

The Princess Royal, the two princes, and the disciples from various academies who had gathered around after watching the TV series also glanced at the tables: ...

"I feel like if this goes on, it won't be long before we don't even have the travel expenses to go back..." Luo Yun said with a mournful face.

"I feel the same way..." Xiao Lengyu said with a wave of indignation, "No more snacks in the future!"

"Yes!" Ying Zongxuan agreed, "We came here to cultivate!"

"Who's playing Diablo? Let's form a party!" the Fifth Prince shouted.

"Me!"

"I'm a level four Sorceress, I've learned Charged Bolt, it's super powerful!"

"Level three Assassin! I can one-shot a monster once my charges are full, invite me!"

Voices rose and fell in succession.

"Forget it, forget it! Since there's nothing to watch, let's go level up!"

"Boss, want to play Counter-Strike?" At this point, Su Tianji felt somewhat helpless too.

"Counter-Strike again?" Fang Qi said, "Fine, fine, fine, let's play a few rounds. Don't blame me if you get crushed."

Su Tianji: "..."

"Then what should we do?" Dong Qingli and Zhang Wanyu exchanged a glance.

"Let's play Legend of Sword and Fairy!"

"True, Legend of Sword and Fairy doesn't make us wait for the plot like this. Let's go play that! Humph!"

...

And at this moment, Chancellor Zhang.

Sitting beside him was a lean, sharp-eyed middle-aged man, clearly there specifically to protect him, possessing a formidable cultivation level.

The two sat before their computers. In front of them were an empty instant noodle box, an empty cola bottle, plus an empty Häagen-Dazs container—not a single one missing.

He stroked his beard, falling into deep thought: "Why is it that over the past two days of watching the TV series and playing games, this old man always feels a strange warmth circulating within his body?"

"Lord Zhang!" the lean middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"Guard Bian, is there a problem?" Chancellor Zhang asked. "Could it be that you have also noticed the anomaly of a warm current circulating within the body?"

"A warm current circulating?!" Bian Ying pondered for a moment. "Feeling a warm current within the body is a sensation that only occurs when the body's internal Qi mechanism is newly born. Could it be that within the Chancellor's body..."

"A newly born Qi mechanism?!" Chancellor Zhang was slightly dazed.

"Precisely!" Bian Ying replied, "If it were spiritual Qi, the Qi mechanism would be light and agile; if it were martial Qi, the Qi mechanism would be turbid and thick. I wonder which one the Chancellor feels?"

"It seems... to have a sense of heaviness!" Chancellor Zhang replied.

Immediately afterward, his entire body gave a sudden shiver: "Are you saying... this old man... can cultivate?!"

"Please extend your left hand, Chancellor." Bian Ying had also felt his own cultivation level improve, but one had to remember he was a highly powerful warrior! He was different from Chancellor Zhang, a ordinary person with zero talent!

However, practicing martial arts had no barrier to entry; it was just that having terrible talent made it not worth the effort. Therefore, since his own cultivation could grow, it was not impossible for the Chancellor to generate martial Qi.

He extended his hand and pressed his fingers against Chancellor Zhang's left wrist.

Instantly, he felt a pure stream of martial Qi within Chancellor Zhang's body—though faint, it was continuously throbbing deep within his dantian!

Bian Ying hastily spoke up, "Congratulations, Chancellor! What is inside your body is extremely pure martial Qi! Though the martial Qi generated is faint, there is indeed hope for you to become a warrior!"

But as for the rank... with Chancellor Zhang's physique, it was truly hard to classify him into the Body-Forging stage. Judging by martial Qi, it was hard to say whether such a faint stream could even count him as an official warrior.

Yet the hope of becoming a warrior was definitely there.

"This old man has zero talent for martial arts, and I haven't cultivated these past few days either," Chancellor Zhang said curiously. "How could..."

Bian Ying pointed at the computer and replied, "It is likely precisely the effect of this spiritual artifact!"

The silence stretched out, vast and empty.