Seeing their father speak, the children finally relaxed.
They had been terrified that their father might have just passed away.
The Prime Minister raised his hand and pushed against the fifth-floor ceiling, trying to pull himself out.
"Rumble—!"
A large section of the ceiling collapsed, and the Prime Minister fell onto the fifth-floor.
The children quickly ran back up the stairs to the fifth floor.
"Father... what is this..." the children asked cautiously, looking at the dazed Prime Minister standing on the floor.
"I don't know what's happening," the Prime Minister replied, still a bit dizzy. "I just woke up feeling like I had inexhaustible strength."
"I just casually stood on my tiptoes, and I don't know how I flew out," the Prime Minister walked to a pillar and punched it. "And I feel a tingling sensation all over, I just want to move around..."
"Bang!"
"Crash!"
The pillar, as thick as a person, broke on the spot.
Coincidentally, this pillar was directly connected to the large hole in the ceiling.
With the pillar broken, another large section of the roof caved in.
The Prime Minister raised his right hand and shattered the falling tiles into dust.
"Father..."
The children were completely dumbfounded.
Before, they were solely worried about their father, so they hadn't thought much.
Now, they finally realized.
Their father's current state was clearly not that of an ordinary person!
He looked exactly like a cultivator!
But their father had no spiritual roots, and it was impossible to cultivate to this level from being an ordinary person in just one night!
Who can tell me what is going on?
The Prime Minister was also bewildered.
He hadn't known what was happening just now; that punch was purely instinctual.
Recalling the various events after waking up, a big question appeared in his mind.
Am I no longer an ordinary person?
What has happened to me?
How did someone who was on the verge of death become so powerful?
Suddenly, a spark of inspiration!
Could it be those two divine doctors?
Although he felt that his physical changes had far surpassed the capabilities of physicians, he couldn't think of any other possibility.
It must be related to those two divine doctors!
And now that his body was so robust, his previous illness must have been completely cured!
He didn't have to die anymore.
With the great stone lifted from his heart, the Prime Minister excitedly began to study his new body.
He strolled over to another pillar and punched it.
"Bang!"
"Crash!"
Another large section of the roof collapsed.
The Prime Minister then went to another pillar and punched it again.
Punch after punch, he was having a great time.
By this time, the children had already fled.
They were ordinary mortals, and they wouldn't be able to withstand such impacts.
Soon, the inn was reduced to only four floors.
Fortunately, the guests had already fled when he broke through the roof earlier, otherwise, some might have been crushed by now.
"Right, my wife is still downstairs," the Prime Minister finally remembered his wife and hurried downstairs.
However, he didn't use the stairs; he jumped down through the layers of holes he had created.
"Where is Madam?" he asked when he didn't see his wife in the room.
"My Lord, Madam fainted earlier, but she is alright now," the head guard replied honestly. "She is sleeping in the next room."
"Why would Madam faint for no reason?" the Prime Minister asked, displeased.
Are you all incompetent?
The guard almost choked.
Didn't you just scare her?
And you're asking me?
Never mind.
You are the Prime Minister, and you are always right.
"Is she really alright?" the Prime Minister asked again, still worried.
"I checked just now. The fright was secondary; the main reason was that she didn't sleep well last night," the guard quickly replied.
The Prime Minister was finally relieved.
This guard was the most accomplished cultivator in his mansion, so if he said she was alright, she must be alright.
"By the way, can you check my body and tell me what's happening?" the Prime Minister gestured. "I feel like I've become similar to you cultivators, but I can't feel the 'qi' you talk about."
The guard placed his hand on the Prime Minister's wrist and channeled some qi to carefully examine him.
After a few minutes.
"Prime Minister, there is no qi in your body," the guard said, withdrawing his hand, looking confused. "However, your physical condition is clearly far beyond that of an ordinary person, almost comparable to a disciple at the first level of Qi Condensation."
"You mean I'm still an ordinary person, but my physical condition is unprecedentedly good?" the Prime Minister continued to inquire.
"Exactly," the guard cupped his hands and congratulated him. "Your current physical condition is several times better than in your youth, and you will basically never get sick again! I congratulate you, Prime Minister."
"It's all thanks to those two divine doctors!" the Prime Minister stroked his beard and said with a smile. "Right, I feel a tingling and itching all over my body, and I keep wanting to move around. But it doesn't seem appropriate to keep demolishing houses."
"That's easy," the head guard said with a smile. "When we return to the mansion, I'll get you some practice wooden posts that Qi Condensation disciples use, so you can move to your heart's content."
"I can't wait," the Prime Minister said, scratching his arms. "It's too uncomfortable! Don't cultivators have some kind of spatial rings? Do you have anything sturdy in your ring that I can hit?"
The guard looked a bit troubled.
He hadn't used those things in a long time, and there was nothing in his ring.
"Prime Minister, how about this," the guard stood up straight. "You can just hit me."
"Wouldn't that be inappropriate?" the Prime Minister looked hesitant. "What if I hurt you..."
The guard chuckled.
He had seen the Prime Minister break through the roof and demolish the fifth floor earlier.
It was just that he was busy taking care of Madam at the time and didn't go over.
Indeed, the Prime Minister's performance was 'superhuman' for an ordinary mortal, but it was nothing compared to a cultivator like himself.
Let alone himself, even a disciple at the Qi Condensation level could do the same.
And more easily and efficiently than the Prime Minister!
In short.
The Prime Minister was now just a mortal with slightly better physical condition, but still within the realm of mortals.
To put it bluntly, even if the Prime Minister were to punch him with all his might, he wouldn't be able to hurt a single hair on his body.
"Prime Minister, please exert yourself," the head guard replied with a smile. "There will be absolutely no problem."
"Alright, it seems this is the only way now," the Prime Minister said, shaking his fist.
Didn't the guard just say that he was just a mortal with good physical condition?
No matter how good a mortal's physical condition is, they are still a mortal. It's not like he could injure a cultivator, right?
Since that's the case, I have nothing to worry about.
The Prime Minister's right fist, accompanied by a whistling sound, swung towards the guard's chest.
While talking, the itching and tingling sensation on his body had intensified, so he threw his full force into this punch.
Anyway, he was just an ordinary person, and the other party wouldn't be able to do anything to him, right?
"Bang—!"