Chapter 1118: Chapter 270: Ninth Master’s Seven Pots of Tea (Part 1) [10,000 Words]_2

Dongfang Sansan sighed deeply and said: "On the surface, it truly seems so."

"Does Ninth Lord believe that the true power lies with Wei Wo?"

"Indeed."

Dongfang Sansan looked at the teacup in his hand, gazed at the tea, and said softly: "This Cloud Peak Jade doesn’t grow on our side."

Then he said: "You only see the surface, which is because... it’s one-sided. And you’ve ignored human nature. Also, you’ve overlooked the resilience of the populace across the Continent."

"Or rather, it’s the ability to endure oppression."

Dongfang Sansan said: "Although I am very reluctant to say so, but looking fundamentally, it is indeed so."

"Today’s Guardian Continent seems united, but the real situation is like a bubble that bursts at a touch."

"Because within it, there are traits of human nature. This is the greatest hidden peril for us Guardians, and also our actual vulnerability. It is also what I have feared the most over the years."

"That is, if the Guardians were to disappear now, and Wei Wo Zheng Sect occupied the Continent, then the masses would still accept the rule and the new order to continue surviving."

Dongfang Sansan said softly: "Do you know how many people are on the Continent now?"

"How many?"

"Close to ninety billion people, just in Guardian Continent."

Dongfang Sansan revealed a number that shocked Fang Che.

"So many?"

"Do you know, among these ninety billion, excluding the Outer World Mountain Sect, how many Martial Artists are eligible to become Guardians?"

"How many?"

"More than fifty billion."

"That’s quite a lot."

"Do you know how many Guardians there are now?"

"How many?"

"Fewer than one million! I mean those truly eligible as Guardians who have been fighting outside for years. I’m not talking about Guardians and logistical support."

"So few?!"

Fang Che widened his eyes.

"Do you know how many Guardians there are?" Dongfang Sansan continued to ask.

"Guardians..." Fang Che calculated.

Just in the Southeast seventeen states, plus some small cities, basically every city has a Guardian Hall.

Large Guardian Halls have three to five thousand people, ordinary ones over a thousand, smaller ones three to four hundred...

Calculating over and over, unable to figure out.

"Including logistics and others... less than fifty million."

Dongfang Sansan said.

"This is all our strength!"

Fang Che was shocked.

"So, while we are fighting bloodily and sacrificing, forty billion eligible for the battlefield are watching us die."

"The other populace without martial power doesn’t count."

"In other words, if we are defeated, they will accept the failure of us Guardians, thus accepting the rule of Wei Wo Zheng Sect. If we win, everyone will continue to live like this."

"Of course, while we fight, these people will also support us with some money and resources. This is merit, cannot be erased."

Dongfang Sansan was smiling.

The smile was bitter, helpless: "This is what I fear most. You feel the power is on our side because we have been winning. We win, but the fundamental is harmed; though Wei Wo seems to lose every battle, they are not essentially harmed."

"We cannot lose, losing will make people’s minds unsettled."

Fang Che remained silently speechless.

Didn’t know what to say.

Because he couldn’t even voice criticism, he would say: I just want to live well, I am just a commoner, I don’t want to go to war, am I wrong?

Dongfang Sansan said: "Latest intelligence, Sun Wutian, has awakened. Although by chance, with your help, we eliminated Yemo Sect, Heavenly God Sect, even Dream Demon, and Nightmare Guards..."

"It seems we have won great victories, inspiring people."

"But Sun Wutian’s awakening is enough to obliterate all these victories!"

"Even more so."

"And Sun Wutian, was even a dead man whom we sacrificed many to kill years ago!"

"This is truly, while we diminish, they flourish!" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Fang Che said: "We have these issues of human hearts and human nature, but Wei Wo Zheng Sect also has them over there."

"No, it’s different. They don’t have them!"

Dongfang Sansan said sternly: "Over there, the loose cultivators do whatever they want, there is no organization, they don’t raise them, nor pay them, but when battle is needed, they directly conscript. If people don’t comply, they kill entire families, annihilate clans!"

Fang Che gasped: "How ruthless!"

Dongfang Sansan bitterly smiled.

Fang Che understood why he was bitterly smiling because such methods, no matter what, Guardians could never carry out!

Yet over there, people grew up in such an environment, became accustomed to it.

They’ve become used to it!

And this habit, under high pressure, is quite easily formed!

Dongfang Sansan sighed lightly.

Said: "Currently, the situation of us Guardians is one suppressing the true power. But the true power is not on our side."

"You feel the power is here because... we are suppressing the true power!"

Dongfang Sansan smiled softly.

"This situation is like a child, using a clever way to push a stone far exceeding his own load forward; although we suppress the true power, but can’t stop, and must avoid being countered."

"So we can only keep winning, once stopped, there will be counterpressure. The stone being pushed stops advancing and crushes back, we can’t bear it."

Dongfang Sansan softly said: "This is the current situation in the world."

"Ninth Lord is really too laborious."

Fang Che sighed.

In an unfavorable situation, suppressing the true power and continuing to move forward. Speaking of it, it’s quite thrilling, sounds satisfying.