Upon hearing this, Feng Wuxi was immediately speechless.

As Sheng Luofei said, although the things in the Divine Treasury are now ownerless, they also belong to the dead gods.

So, it's definitely something from dead people.

"Speechless now."

Senior Sister Jin scoffed sarcastically, "Pretentious hypocrite, Xiaoyu, don't mind him. Although your senior brothers are a bit unethical, even if they don't take it, others will. It's the same."

"Um…"

Although she knew that Senior Sister Jin was trying to comfort her, for some reason, Mo Lingyu couldn't feel happy listening to her; something felt off.

"arrive."

Feng Wuxi was the only one among them who was disliked. He was almost constantly teased the whole way. Just when he was about to give up, he finally arrived at the village.

In order to keep Yi Mianjue and the others awake, the group waited outside the village overnight before going in the next day.

"Oh!"

The villagers were conducting their daily business when they were startled to see Yi Mianjue and his son, and then their eyes widened in surprise.

If I'm not mistaken, they came in from the village entrance!

That means Yi Mianjue and his son returned from outside the village!

Does this mean they're able to leave the village?!

When Yi Mianjue and the others left the village, they were unsure whether they could truly save Wang Ziye and were afraid of disappointing the villagers, so they chose to leave secretly.

Therefore, the villagers were unaware that they had left.

"I just walked around the perimeter of the village."

Seeing everyone's expressions, Yi Mianjue remained calm and explained with a smile, "I was thinking about whether I could find a way to leave. Everyone, please disperse."

"oh…"

Upon hearing this, the villagers' eyes showed disappointment, but they quickly recovered, bowed, and went back to doing their own things.

Why not tell them the truth?

The group continued flying towards the palace. Mo Lingyu asked, puzzled, "They'll be so happy when they find out."

Just now, she clearly saw the excitement and anticipation in the villagers' eyes, and how they turned gray and lost all light after learning the truth.

"Now is not the time."

Yi Mianjue treated Mo Lingyu, the little girl who was considered the benefactor of the entire clan, with great kindness and patiently explained, "As you can see, everyone wants to return to normal, some even to the point of being obsessed. But there is only one drop of blood. If we were to say it outright, it might cause a huge riot."

"That's true, I was just assuming it."

After hearing this, Mo Lingyu immediately felt a little embarrassed. Her thoughts were indeed too straightforward and simplistic.

"You are wholeheartedly devoted to the villagers; your heart is truly good."

Yi Mianjue didn't say much, just smiled and said something before leading everyone back to the palace.

Next, the first thing to do was to find the person in charge of household registration and investigate the exact number of people in the village now.

After understanding the situation, an additional budget of one thousand people was added before the blood dilution process began, and people from the palace were summoned to help with bottling.

Although there were many people, there were also quite a few villagers, and by the time they finished, the city lights were already on.

"Alright, now we just have to wait for tomorrow."

When the last bottle of blood was filled, Yi Mianjue's eyes were slightly red with excitement as he carefully put it into his storage ring.