But for the person actually doing this kind of thing, the difficulties are practically unimaginable.

"It’s not necessarily hard work."

Dongfang Sansan smiled: "Have some tea."

"So now the Ninth lord’s plan is to use the situation to suppress the Wei Wo Zheng Sect? How long will this continue?"

Dongfang Sansan frowned and said: "First, using the traditional situation, which is the moral standards of tens of thousands of years, to suppress the situation of declining Tao and rising demon; second, using the rise and fall of national fortune to suppress the Heavenly Formation; third, through various planning, forcing their Sect Leader to fight against the heavens, thus leading to the Heavenly Dao’s backlash and retiring from the world; fourth is utilizing high-level combat power to suppress the upper echelon of Wei Wo Zheng Sect, gripping them tightly! Fifth is to deploy the whole continent strategically. Sixth is anticipating the enemy’s movements and arranging an immediate strike. This way, bit by bit, we will push the opponent back. After that, a myriad of details are required."

"Simply put, if Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s overall strength is two hundred, and ours is one hundred twenty, the gap is clear. But whenever Wei Wo Zheng Sect acts in a certain area with twenty units of strength, we often counter with forty units of strength there."

"In the case of every instance being like this, it will create a wonderful reaction and the situation we desire."

Dongfang Sansan laughed heartily and said: "These things are not worth mentioning. I’ve analyzed the personality of each upper echelon of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect thousands of times, and handling them based on their personalities is basic and effortless, not much effort is required."

Fang Che found himself speechless, unable even to offer a comment.

Everyone’s personality has been thoroughly studied and targeted... still, he casually says it’s not worth mentioning.

Fang Che discovered that when it comes to acting impressive, he really can’t compete with the Ninth lord.

Moreover, what he says is actually true, not just boasting.

This makes one’s mind completely blank.

Dongfang Sansan raised his cup to invite him, his face full of smiles.

Although he just spoke about their weakness, he didn’t seem to feel any pressure, after all, he had lived through days like these for over ten thousand years, and previously, the pressure was far greater than now.

"The Ninth lord looks a lot better in spirit compared to last time."

Fang Che was a little relieved and happy for Dongfang Sansan.

Moreover, he deeply knew one thing, that is... if Dongfang Sansan’s spirit improved, it would be much better for the Guardians.

This was beyond doubt.

Unexpectedly, Dongfang Sansan laughed and said: "Speaking of this, I must thank you; the True Soul Yin Yang Root you brought back, Xue Fuxiao forced me to consume more than two hundred pounds. The medicinal power ran its course, not just the spirit, but even the depleted Origin and Divine Soul are fully replenished. Speaking of it, I’m really benefiting from you."

Fang Che was overjoyed and said: "There’s such a thing, I’m truly happy. Rarely do I get to do something for the Ninth lord, to lighten the pressure a bit."

"You indeed do a lot, and what you can do, others cannot."

Dongfang Sansan said with feeling: "This time, half of the resources you brought out, I hid, and the remaining half, in name, I divided half for Dongyun Yu. Because you brought out so much, if Yan Nan knew how much, he might inevitably have opinions and views about you."

"Yes, this is also what I have been considering, unexpected that the Ninth lord has already handled it."

Fang Che suddenly felt cleared, his heart becoming light.

Indeed, with the Ninth lord helping to clean up the mess, doing things is just refreshing. Because whether you think of it or not, he’s already cleaned up for you...

The first pot of tea has already passed three brews.

Although the fragrance isn’t diminished and the medicinal effect remains, it’s very faint. Drinking next is really just drinking tea.

So, Dongfang Sansan cleaned the teapot, heating it with clear water, and said: "Let me clean it up first, next will be the second pot of tea, relating to the issues of the first pot, if there is anything you still don’t understand, you can ask during this time."

Fang Che smiled and said: "Why did the Ninth lord think of using this method for differentiation?"

Cleaning the crystal-clear teapot, Dongfang Sansan said meaningfully: "Separated like this, you’ll be more organized, and your memory will be deeper."

He looked at Fang Che with deep meaning and said: "Explaining step by step from shallow to deep, when you work in the future, follow this sequence. It will be more secure."

Fang Che frowned and said: "It seems like many of my previous methods have made the Ninth lord dissatisfied. So, you specifically remind me?"

Dongfang Sansan lightly smiled and said: "Just now reminded you of the first problem, that is not to be overly optimistic about the situation."

Fang Che touched his nose, understood.

Clearly, the Ninth lord purely came to reprimand me this time.

Rarely could it be spoken in such a subtle way, talking about inviting me to drink seven pots of tea as a welfare... indeed cunning, the Ninth lord.

Fang Che immediately got prepared, estimating what’s welcoming him afterwards would be far more serious than this ’optimism’.

The Ninth lord’s scolding is not like others’. A frown, a light sentence from him is enough to weigh down your heart like a mountain... it’s akin to a conscientious person committing an unpardonable crime feeling guilty.

Finally, the teapot and teacup were cleaned.

Dongfang Sansan took out the second packet of tea leaves, smiling and said: "No more questions regarding the first situation?"