Chapter 59: First Volume, Chapter 59: Physical Method

First Volume, Chapter 59: Physical Method

Although Qin Feng was not a mathematician, nor even remotely connected to physics, as a civil engineering graduate with a high-level education, how could he not understand a principle even these ancient ministers grasped?

A single wooden pole alone could not pry up the tripod, but Qin Feng immediately ordered the Imperial Guard to extend the pole, reinforcing the connection with Grab Nails and Rope; in the end, the entire Lever was over ten meters long, its far end nearly protruding beyond the Ji Wang Fu's wall.

Qin Feng fetched a Ladder, climbed onto the wall, sat astride one end of the wood, relaxed his legs, exerted no force whatsoever, and simply relied on his own weight to press the lever down—simultaneously, the tripod on the other end lifted into the air.

The scene fell utterly silent.

The Ministry of Works officials understood the Lever Principle, but had never imagined Qin Feng would go this far—making the Lever so absurdly long!

Qin Tianhu's grim expression softened, and he exhaled a breath of profound relief.

The Liang Emperor chuckled lightly: "This brat really knows how to make things interesting."

The Hubei Party officials wore uncertain, shifting expressions.

Qin Feng sat astride the lever, arms crossed, grinning wickedly at Ning Hu: "Little Marquis, I don't even need to use my hands to beat you."

Qin Feng could have sat there indefinitely, but found it too boring—he jumped off after One Cup of Tea Time, and the thousand-jin tripod crashed to the ground with a Boom—.

Silence blanketed the scene, as if only Qin Feng's boastful voice remained: "Well? Isn't this a lifting contest? Isn't it about who holds it longest? Do you admit defeat? Or should I let you use both hands and feet, and still beat you with just one finger?"

Watching Qin Feng shake his shoulders, smirking insolently, Ning Hu flew into a rage and shouted: "Is this even valid?! Qin Feng, are you mocking me?!"

Ning Qingquan could no longer sit still—he rose quickly and petitioned the Liang Emperor: "Your Majesty, Qin Feng is no longer merely employing Odd Skills and Tricks—he is blatantly deceiving the throne. If this counts as a valid result, then anyone could lift the tripod."

Before the Emperor could decide, Qin Feng already planted his hands on his hips and shouted first: "Can't take losing, can you?"

"You're either a Marquis or a high official—ganging up on a child?" Qin Feng had just moments ago worn the face of a seasoned elder, but now he twisted into the pout of a wronged boy—his rapid transformation left the crowd stunned.

Qin Feng pouted: "You only said 'lift the tripod'—you never said how! Besides, this is the Physical Method, universally accepted in the mortal world—why is it suddenly called Odd Skills and Tricks when you use it? Then by your logic, isn't the Ministry of Works itself an Odd Skill? And whether this counts as deceiving the throne? That's for the Emperor's ImperialJustice to decide—when did it become your place to advise the Emperor?"

"Unless…?" Qin Feng deliberately stretched his tone, studying them with deliberate meaning: "Are you teaching the Emperor how to rule?"

At these words, Ning Qingquan, who had been furious moments before, instantly wilted like a plant struck by frost.

To presume to decide for the Emperor? Ning Qingquan wouldn't dare admit it even with a hundred lifetimes of courage.

A chill ran down Ning Qingquan's spine—he muttered inwardly: "This is unnatural—is Qin Feng really a Wastrel? How is he more ruthless than seasoned court officials? He says nothing—and then strikes straight to the heart. He's like a veteran Corruption who's spent decades maneuvering in the Imperial Court!"

Watching the Yong'an Marquis and his son rendered speechless, Qin Tianhu's eyes gleamed with growing intensity—his view of Qin Feng had undergone a complete transformation.

"Is this still my own unruly son? This speed of thought, this meticulous reasoning—he's clearly a veteran of the Imperial Court!"

The Liang Emperor, observing the entire scene, understood Qin Feng had taken a shortcut—but it clearly didn't matter.

The Liang Emperor did not rush to decide; instead, he turned to Ning Hu and said casually: "Ning's Little Marquis is a promising martial talent—he will surely bring glory to Shedynasty in the future."

At these words, the Ning family's gloomy eyes instantly brightened.

Qin Tianhu's heart sank—he tensed inwardly: "Could the Emperor be ruling in Ning's favor?"

At that moment, the Liang Emperor abruptly shifted tone, his gaze turning to Qin Feng, his eyes brimming with unhidden favor: "It is easier to conquer Heaven than to hold it. Governing the realm demands wisdom and intellect. Qin Feng may lack martial prowess, but he excels in quick thinking—using four taels to move a thousand is indeed a talent. Heroes emerge from youth—victory rests only on results."

"I declare Qin Feng the winner of this contest."

The atmosphere turned subtle—Ning Hu and his father's faces darkened, but they swallowed their Hatred. The Hubei Party, sensing the wind, held back—today's main actors were the Nings; they had no reason to become the Chuhuoniao.

Seeing the Vice Minister of Revenue stir, the Minister of Revenue raised a hand, signaling calm: "Qin Feng wanders the streets, full of scheming tricks and unpredictable methods. Court tactics won't work on him. Say too much, and before the Emperor, you'll burn yourself."

With the Minister of Revenue saying this, the Vice Minister could only sulk back.

Officials who had been watching now changed their stance entirely—rising one by one to bow and congratulate Qin Tianhu.

"Lord Qin, a tiger father has no Quan Lang!"

"Though Qin's young master is a scholar, he defeated the Little Marquis with wisdom alone—truly, Heroes Emerge from Youth."

"This Qin scion's future is boundless!"

Qin Tianhu, who had moments ago wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground, now heard praise from all sides—his emotions turned complex.

In contrast, Qin Feng stood with hands on hips, vibrating with triumph.

Back in school, he'd cursed his textbooks countless times—thinking of giants like Archimedes and Newton—now his liver trembled. But before the Ning family, he had the guts to roar:

"Give me a fulcrum, and I'll pry up the whole Earth."