"Have Wen Zhaozhen go there directly?" The Demon God looked at Xuan Yuanjun with a hint of inquiry.
"Our investigation of the formations here has reached a stopping point for now, so I'll go and collect it," Xuan Yuanjun said. "Isn't Wen Zhaozhen in seclusion right now? We just disturbed him. Let him cultivate properly for now. It won't be too late to give him this essence blood once he comes out."
The Demon God stared thoughtfully at Xuan Yuanjun.
"Does anyone object to my keeping the Divine Beast Clan's essence blood for now?" Xuan Yuanjun asked everyone.
Most of them still looked toward the Demon God.
"Very well." The Demon God nodded. "Its safety will be assured with you. Unless the Longevity Daoist acts in person, it's unlikely anyone could seize this essence blood."
With that, the Demon God swept his gaze over the old fellows around him.
Everyone's heart tightened.
They knew the Demon God was addressing those old fellows who had sided with the Longevity Daoist.
Since even the Demon God had said so, no one else would object.
Although the quantity of essence blood was enormous, they did not particularly covet it.
The main reason was that they were nowhere near as proficient as Wen Zhaozhen at making use of essence blood.
"I'm not interested in knowing how those divine weapons ended up in your hands. As long as they're on our side, that's enough." The Demon God stared at Xuan Yuanjun again. "Don't let the Longevity Daoist seize them. We need them, and I imagine his eyes will turn green at the sight of them too."
"Actually, we already crossed hands while fighting over the Seven Treasures. Fortunately, we discovered it in time, or the puppets under his control would have stolen those supreme treasures,"