Renting a warehouse late at night, filled with the supplies Lin Wanwan needed, truly proves the saying that money is almighty in a capitalist world.

The hotel driver waited in the car in the parking lot, while Ah Hao quietly guarded the outside of the warehouse.

Lin Wanwan went into the warehouse alone, looked around, first turned off the conspicuous cameras, and then let Ah Hao come in to check again.

After confirming there were no hidden devices, Lin Wanwan closed the warehouse door, letting Ah Hao wait outside for her.

A bodyguard and driver with a sufficiently high salary offer matching services; they won’t let excessive curiosity ruin their livelihood.

Lin Wanwan carried rice, meat, and vegetables back a thousand years, and led the fenced white piglets and lambs through the Space-Time Gate.

After these actions, the mayor’s house was instantly filled, and the rest of the young livestock frolicked right at the courtyard gate.

The "oinking" of pigs, accompanied by the "baaing" of sheep, filled the small yard with a sense of earthly life.

At dusk on the West Mountain, with the sky painted by sunset, children bitten by snakes gradually woke up, crying for their mothers.

But Lin Wanwan placated them each with a lollipop.

When everyone heard the commotion and came over, they saw three children laughing happily around a fairy.

After telling a fairy tale, Lin Wanwan raised her head to see the cramped villagers in the yard, waved her hand slightly, and smiled: "The children have recovered well, take them back, there’s no serious problem, the remaining poison is mostly cleared."

The villagers heard this and began to bow, continuously expressing words of gratitude.

The mayor’s house had been temporarily vacated for their village’s newly emerged "sacrificial spirit" of the Lin Family, and now all seven of them crammed into a relative’s house, with the grandson carried away from Lin Wanwan by the mayor’s daughter-in-law.

Once they were out of Lin Wanwan’s sight, the mayor’s daughter-in-law quietly sighed, couldn’t help but probe her son’s bulging chest, discovering it was stuffed with all sorts of strange things.

"What is this?"

"Candy, it’s all candy!" Said the little guy, whose eyelashes were still marked with dried tears, speaking ever more muffled with a lollipop in his mouth.

But the mayor’s daughter-in-law still understood her son’s words. Mothers have the ability to understand their children’s unclear speech.

So it was candy! So much candy! Even the candy wrappers appeared priceless!

Candy is a luxury; on the day she married her husband, she only drank a bowl of sugary water with a spoonful of real sugar.

On normal days when guests came over, it would just be a couple of grains to add some sweetness, to deceive the mouth.

The mayor’s daughter-in-law looked silently at the handful of candy, shocked, her thoughts swirling.

The resentment she held earlier for being forced to hurriedly vacate her home without receiving anything vanished.

Often hearing her husband boasting about their ancestor’s wealth back in their old country, she had never seen it, but now, the sacrificial spirit had given her hands full of candy.

Just a handful of candy might feed their family for a year at the dock, maybe even more.

Each of the three children had candy, which Lin Wanwan grabbed from the suite’s hallway candy dish on her way out.

Thinking that children over a thousand years ago probably had no chance to eat candy, she decided to bring it on a whim.

Sure enough, candy was excellent for placating children.

Even children fourteen hundred years later, whose parents worried about cavities, were not allowed the freedom of candy; thus, modern children were also easily placated by a few candies.

For a child, is there anything a candy can’t resolve? And if so, how about two?

The astonishment over the candy hadn’t fully settled in the village when nightfall just began.

The mayor’s house, hosting the sacrificial spirit, attracted all attention again.

Amid the twilight, the small wooden house of the mayor suddenly burst with dazzling light, immediately followed by a deafening explosion.

A multi-colored Fire Phoenix soared out, hovering above the village before vanishing in an instant, leaving the village, calm on the surface but turbulent underneath, in complete uproar.

Everyone came out of their houses, bowed their heads in worship, shouting long live the sacrificial spirit.

It turned out their sacrificial spirit was a phoenix.

What a beautiful misunderstanding, it was merely Lin Wanwan acting on a whim, similar to the candy, taking the New Year fireworks from the hotel suite before leaving.

The fireworks were prepared by the hotel for the VIP guests in the top suite for the New Year, the suite having a large terrace where fireworks could be set off.

The VIPs in the suite could choose to overlook the entire city’s fireworks display at midnight from the floor-to-ceiling windows or celebrate by igniting their own fireworks.

If uninterested, they could close the windows and draw the blackout curtains, with specially designed soundproof glass shielding them from all outside noise.

This is the happiness of the wealthy, and now Lin Wanwan shared this joy with her newly emerging followers and subjects from fourteen hundred years ago.

The loud display of fireworks, the earth-shaking sound, and the smoke-filled atmosphere made the villagers, who had never seen such, both delighted and terrified.

As night fully descended, the ten-minute fireworks display not only shook the entire village but also alarmed people within a hundred-mile radius.

This night was destined to be legendary for the humans on the island.

Countless legends spread throughout the small island at the fastest speed as the phoenix-shaped fireworks exploded in the night sky.

In the village closest to the Phoenix Fireworks, the villagers were even more astonished than people fourteen hundred years later hearing of someone landing on the moon.

After the fireworks dissipated, Lin Wanwan reopened the Space-Time Gate to return the fireworks base to the modern warehouse, then waved her sleeve carefreely, stepping out from the radiant small wooden house.

The spotlight on the ground behind cast beams on her, enveloping her with a halo.

Standing backlit on the threshold, Lin Wanwan’s face was deeply adorned in light and shadow, exuding a sacred aura.

No longer in her initial unisex attire, she now wore a flowing improved version of a wide-sleeved long dress, highlighting an air of immortality.

No one would believe she wasn’t an immortal now!

"Long live the sacrificial spirit!"

"Long live the sacrificial spirit!"

Like a tidal wave, the villagers gathered at the mayor’s house, bowing sincerely step by step.

"You are all my people; I will naturally protect you."

With an amplifier pinned on her, Lin Wanwan’s simple words spread far, making her "mana" seem profound and unfathomable.

She effortlessly beguiled the followers; the night perfectly suited her mystery-making ways.

The night held endless fantasies.

After forecasting a future full of hope, Lin Wanwan looked at the villagers kneeling with sincerity and excitement at the courtyard gate, waved her sleeve, and mysteriously said: "To relieve famine, I’ve expended a hundred years of mana to conjure enough grain for a year. Mayor Lu, Xiaoya, distribute it accordingly."

"Wow!"

"Distributing grain!"

"The sacrificial spirit is giving us grain!"

Cries of astonishment rose continuously from the crowd, with the designated Mayor Lu and Lu Zhengya stepping forth groggily, kneeling at Lin Wanwan’s feet, almost kissing her shoes in reverence.