Chapter 1129: Chapter 272: Ninth Lord’s Seven Pots of Tea (Part 2) [Ten Thousand Words]

Dongfang San was very clear.

Once Yan Nan detected that Yemo had actually endured Dongfang San’s Qingxin Elixir, it would be all over.

And now Yan Nan appreciates Yemo very much, it’s really hard to say when they might meet, and this is not strange at all.

For example, the contact between Duan Xiyang and Fang Che was completely unexpected for Dongfang San.

After all, such coincidences are really difficult for even an immortal to predict.

And such a coincidence, if it had the Qingxin Elixir and allowed Yan Nan to encounter it once, then there would be no plan at all.

Yan Nan can afford to lose one Yemo, but Dongfang San cannot afford to lose one Fang Che!

These are two different things.

After three consecutive cups of tea, Fang Che only felt refreshed, no longer having that kind of forgetful anxiety, everything seemed to be etched clearly into his mind.

Ready to use at any time, able to recall easily, even remember Dongfang San’s every expression and gaze when saying each word.

Dongfang San looked at Fang Che’s expression and laughed warmly: "Remembered everything?"

"Remembered!"

Fang Che finally understood that since he started drinking tea today, Dongfang San had to ask each time after nearly every pot of tea: Do you remember everything?

"Since that’s the case, discuss your thoughts with the fifth pot of tea."

Dongfang San finally began to show his fangs towards Fang Che: "Do you think, if all goes well, how long would it take to destroy the Wei Wo Zheng Sect?"

Fang Che suddenly felt a burst of confusion.

Before these first four pots of tea, Fang Che had already tried to overestimate the Wei Wo Zheng Sect.

But still felt: just a gang, a sect, that’s all.

Although strong in power, formidable in martial force, but ultimately unpopular. And defying the heavens, while this side holds righteous forces and banner, wielding the power of the world to attack, shouldn’t we be slowly gaining the upper hand?

As long as I have control of Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s intelligence, then driving it back, pushing to a corner, and slowly eroding shouldn’t be hard, right?

But now, after four pots of tea, Fang Che finds himself no longer daring to think this way.

The Wei Wo Zheng Sect doesn’t have a grassroots base? Wrong! Very much so!

The populace on Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s side is also more than hundreds of billions, and people have become accustomed to life under high pressure.

If you don’t obey, you die, then I obey.

Just be obedient.

As long as you don’t die, fighting one’s way out leads to prosperity.

Perhaps under the long-term oppression, they instead have endless support for the Wei Wo Zheng Sect! — This is humanity!

Even... if one day the Wei Wo Zheng Sect comes over and conquers this side, the populace here will react the same...

Seeing Fang Che’s silence.

"Not daring to think? Even losing confidence?"

Dongfang San said flatly: "I now need to tell you, killing Wei Wo Zheng Sect is just the first goal, it’s merely the beginning, what do you think?"

Fang Che suddenly raised his head.

The eyes almost showing blood: "Ninth lord, what does this mean?"

"Celestial Worm God!"

Dongfang San deeply sighed and said: "I have read the Jun Lin biography you gave me. So I know very clearly, our real highest, final opponent is the Celestial Worm God."

"Originally, there was no Wei Wo Zheng Sect, but since Jun Lin eliminated that avatar, the Wei Wo Zheng Sect slowly emerged."

"If one day we truly manage to destroy Wei Wo Zheng Sect, then we must face the Divine’s avatar again. Or something like... another secret sect emerging."

"Once this is all cleared away, we will face the Divine head-on."

"And with current combat power, do you think we can win?"

He calmly smiled: "And I can now definitely tell you, there is not just one such God."

Fang Che’s face sank like water.

"Given the current pace, do you feel, ten to twenty years, is there a possibility of eliminating Wei Wo Zheng Sect?"

Dongfang San asked. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Absolutely not!"

Fang Che sighed deeply.

"One hundred years, two hundred years?"

Dongfang San continued to ask.

"...Also hoping not much."

Fang Che lowered his head.

Dongfang San faintly smiled, his gaze suddenly becoming sharp as a sword: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I..."

Fang Che froze.

"You’re too hasty."

Dongfang San softly said: "Some ways you handle things now make me feel you’re like a desperado, anxious to next moment embed yourself on a wall, on a tombstone as a martyr!"

"Ninth lord, I’m not afraid of death." Fang Che said heavily.

"I know you’re not afraid of death."

Dongfang San said: "If you were afraid of death, you wouldn’t do any of this now. But being unafraid of death and seeking death are two different things."

"You’re not afraid of death, but everyone fears your death. Wei Wo Zheng Sect can plant countless spies on our side."

"But we can only plant one spy on their side—you!"

"If you die, what do we do?"

"You’re not afraid of dying, are you afraid of patiently fighting?"

Dongfang San lamented like a parent dissatisfied with a child’s choices: "Even I’ve endured more than ten thousand years without hope, couldn’t you endure through your extremely hopeful time?"

Facing downward, Fang Che muttered: "Just sometimes can’t help but get a little impatient..."

Dongfang San said: "The Zhu Family of Heavenly Palace, Mr. Shang, and Dream Demon’s affairs, you were too impatient! Thanks to a good foundation and various coincidences and teamwork, during those times, you basically equaled death."

Fang Che showed an embarrassed look: "Yes."

"With Yin Shen Palace protecting you, backing you, you can still be stable for a time, but once it exceeds Yin Shen Palace’s capacity, the more upper layer you contact, the stranger it becomes, and because of strangeness, vigilance grows. The stronger the vigilance, the more suspicion; with more suspicion, a small mistake, just because of uncertainty, they can kill you."