Wei Xian was stunned.
It felt like the hunter becoming the hunted, and as she felt this man's raw, savage strength, her blood began to burn.
Wei Xian's eyes blazed with excitement and heat, and a smile of open admiration curved her lips.
'You're incredibly strong; our Tribe needs seed like you!'
'But you'd better understand one thing—here, I am master!'
'I'm the one on top. Got it?'
Her voice rang with threat and iron command.
Wu Liang didn't care in the least. He leaned halfway down to her ear.
'Chief, it's not you enjoying me—it's me conquering you.'
His voice was low, yet carried an unshakable force that slammed into Wei Xian's heart.
Wei Xian's competitive fire roared; instinctively she tried to wrench free of Wu Liang's grip.
But Wu Liang gave her no chance. With a twist he pinned her to the hide-covered bed.
The loud commotion made Eliza outside the tent blush and her heart race; she glanced once and hurried away.
Inside the tent, attacker and defender swapped roles; the flame of the beast-oil lamp flickered uneasily.
It stretched two silhouettes long against the hide, like a pair of beasts locked in combat.
Wei Xian lost every shred of calm.
The man's strength was savage, far beyond anything she had imagined.
Every struggle of hers drew fiercer suppression.
'Let… let go of me…'
Wei Xian twisted, fighting wildly.
She was Chief of the Black Rock Tribe, the mightiest who had led her people through the brutal wilderness!
How could she be treated like this by a man?
He was her prey—how could he turn the tables?
'Let you go?'
Wu Liang laughed mockingly:
'Didn't you say I'm strong and could last a long time? Already begging for mercy?'
'I… I'm the Chief! You can't—'
'Chief, isn't this exactly what you wanted?'
Wu Liang cut her off and used actions to show who truly ruled here.
Wei Xian's mind went blank.
The dignity of a tribal Chief was ground to dust at that moment.
A strange, unfamiliar sensation welled up from the deepest part of her heart.
Fear, humiliation—and a trace of excitement and pleasure?
Time trickled away amid fierce struggle.
Wei Xian went from fierce resistance to feeble struggle, and finally to utter surrender.
She was like a fish out of water, mouth opening uselessly, subject to his every whim.
Under the man's relentless onslaught, her strength was drained to the last drop.
[Ding! Target 'Wei Xian' mental defenses collapsed; submission +30%!]
[Ding! Submission +10%!]
[Ding! Submission at 50%! Target beginning to develop dependence!]
System notifications echoed in his mind.
Wu Liang smiled in satisfaction.
For a woman who worshipped strength, the best way was to shatter her pride with even greater force.
Let her understand who the real powerhouse was.
Who knew how long passed before the commotion inside the tent finally quieted.
Wei Xian lay limp on the hides, every ounce of strength sucked away.
Auburn hair clung in sweaty strands to cheeks and neck; her eyes had lost all spark.
She had lost—utterly.
[Ding! Wei Xian submission 100%! Overwhelming shock achieved!]
Wu Liang pushed himself up, exhaled, heart brimming with the thrill of conquest.
A patch of red bloomed starkly on the cloth.
Her first time?
Wu Liang smiled and leaned down, meeting Wei Xian's eyes.
'Chief, who do you think should rule now?'
His voice brimmed with seduction and dominance:
'From this day on, you are Wu Liang's woman.'
Wei Xian's gaze was complicated; her lips moved, but no sound came.
Wu Liang?
She etched the man's name deep into memory.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host: first-stage mission complete—tribal Chief Wei Xian thoroughly conquered in one go!]
[Ding! First blood-link with high-potential target 'Wei Xian' detected—triggering 'Conquest Rebate' reward!]
[Mission rating: Perfect!]
[Distributing rewards…]
[Reward 1: double return of Stamina already spent!]
[Reward 1: Wei Xian's level-power double return—Level 20!]
[Reward 2: Wei Xian's strength and 'Beast Blood Burning' talent double return—Level 20! Host all attributes (Strength, Speed, Constitution) +120% for 12 minutes, no side-effects afterward. (Note: Host bloodline far exceeds target; negative effects auto-removed.)]
[Reward 3: unlock basic Industrial Tech Tree modules (ore survey, basic smelting, forging)!]
Holy hell!
Wu Liang's eyes lit up.
These rewards were flat-out heaven-defying!
The next instant, a torrent far vaster and purer than the newbie gift-pack flooded his limbs and bones.
Muscles, bones, organs all strengthened and reshaped at an impossible speed.
A body already at peak boxing-champion level broke through limits once more!
Wu Liang could even hear his bones crack, feel muscle fibers grow tougher, packed with explosive force.
Sweet!
So damn good!
If before he could punch a cow to death, now he felt he could grind ten bulls into the dirt!
He'd just finished high-intensity 'exercise' and had been drained.
But as the rewards arrived, massive energy flooded him; fatigue vanished.
He felt better than before the fight—full HP and MP in peak condition!
More importantly, the Industrial Tech Tree was unlocked!
Ore survey, basic smelting, forging!
It meant he could leap this Stone-Age Tribe straight into the Bronze—or even Iron—Age!
Stone axes against iron blades?
Wooden spears against iron spears?
That was dimension-level crushing!
'System, open my status panel.'
Wu Liang spoke silently.
A blue screen only he could see appeared.
[Host: Wu Liang]
[Race: Human]
[Level: 20]
[Talent: Bloodline Infinite Breeding MAX (passive)]
[Skill: Beast Blood Burning LV20 (active)]
[Tech Tree: Industrial Tech Tree (basic modules unlocked)]
Surveying his stats, Wu Liang nodded in satisfaction.
'Chief, let's keep going.'
…Time unknown; beside him Wei Xian had long since fallen into exhausted sleep, soft snores escaping.
Wu Liang's mouth curved.
And this was only the first.
'Next up—Eliza…'
Daybreak, the sky just beginning to pale.
Wu Liang peeled the octopus-like Wei Xian off him, rose, and stepped outside.
He breathed the crisp air, refreshed.
'You—you walked out on your own?'
Outside, High Priestess Eliza was just approaching.
Seeing Wu Liang so bright and energetic, she froze.
She glanced instinctively at the sky: the east already showed fish-belly white.
A whole night… an entire night!
And this man… had actually walked out by himself?
And from the look of him, not a trace of weariness!
Recalling the sounds from the tent that had raged then quieted… an absurd thought flashed through Eliza's mind.
She dared not dwell on it; she hurried into the tent—and stood transfixed.
Their mighty, proud, undefeated Chief now lay curled amid tangled hides.
Sleeping like a baby, a trace of… satisfaction? on her face.