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The Great Wilderness has always settled its affairs with force.

If you lose, you have to accept it.

Chen Fan didn't look at him again, turned around and leaped, landing steadily on the dilapidated stone chair above the platform.

He leaned casually against the back of his chair, his right foot resting on the stone table, his dark, bright eyes scanning the entire room from above.

As far as the eye could see, dozens of leaders avoided eye contact with fear, barely able to breathe.

In the center of the hall, the boy's voice rang out lazily, his tone calm, yet like a giant blade hanging overhead, ready to fall at any moment:

"I'll ask you the same question again."

"From this day forward, the position of Alliance Leader the Black Wasteland Alliance shall be under the jurisdiction of my Fire Crow Tribe."

Chen Fan leaned forward slightly, a mischievous smile playing on his lips:

Who's in favor? Who's against?

You could hear a pin drop inside the main hall.

"The Fire Crow King's divine might is unparalleled!"

The first to react was the short, stout priest who was hiding in the back. He shivered and then howled in a hoarse voice, his fat face filled with flattery and fanaticism.

"Who else but the Lord of the Fire Crows deserves the position of Alliance Leader!"

That shout broke the deathly silence.

The Snow Fox Chief took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, gritted his teeth, took two steps forward, slightly bent his knees, and bowed in greeting.

"The entire Snow Fox Tribe... respectfully obeys the decree of the new Alliance Leader!"

With someone taking the lead, how could the other tribal leaders dare to hesitate even slightly?

The bloodied remains of the Blood Blade Tribe, severed at the waist, were still bleeding; the corpse of the Mad Bear Tribe leader was still embedded in the wall; and Wolfslaughter lay half-dead amidst the ruins.

Rebellion?

That's called courting death!

Thump!

Thump!

The dull thuds of knees hitting the ground echoed one after another as more than thirty tribal chiefs, who usually swaggered around their territories, knelt down on one knee in unison, heads bowed, their voices resounding in unison throughout the hall.

"Greetings, Alliance Leader!"

The roar was deafening, but it couldn't mask the trembling in everyone's voices.

Chen Fan watched this scene, a hint of bewilderment flashed deep in his eyes.

This is the rule of the wild and untamed world, naked yet pure and direct.

"Get up, all of you. It's hard to talk while kneeling."

Chen Fan waved his hand, his expression returning to composure.

The leaders stood up tremblingly, secretly relieved, thinking that this catastrophic disaster was finally over.

However, Chen Fan's next words plunged them into an icy abyss.

"Now that I've become the Alliance Leader, the rules of Black Wilderness must naturally be changed."

Chen Fan tapped the stone table with his finger, producing a crisp tapping sound.

"I didn't care how the Wolfslaughter took his share in the past. But under the Fire Crow Tribe's rules, if each tribe wants to keep its territory, it has to pay its share per capita."

Chen Fan held up three fingers and looked at everyone with a smile.

"Within three days, each tribe shall, according to its population, submit 30% of its spirit stones, 30% of its high-grade beast cores, and 30% of its Spirit Grain medicinal herbs to Blackstone Mountain, where my Fire Crow Tribe will arrange the delivery."

"What?!"

A burly, middle-aged leader suddenly looked up and exclaimed in surprise.

"Thirty percent?! Alliance Leader, even when Wolfslaughter Alliance Leader in charge, he only took one and a half percent! Thirty percent... this is going to drain our tribe dry!"

The faces of the leaders instantly turned even more grim than if they had eaten a bitter herb, their eyes filled with pain and resentment.

Thirty percent of their cultivation resources practically wiped out half of their annual income!

"What, you think it's too much?"

Chen Fan suppressed his smile and calmly focused his gaze on the middle-aged leader who had spoken.

The temperature inside the main hall plummeted.

The middle-aged leader was struck as if by a heavy blow. Beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead, his legs went weak, and he knelt down again. "Your subordinate... Your subordinate misspoke! Thirty percent... The Bluestone Tribe can afford it!"

Chen Fan then looked away and slowly stood up. "If you can afford it, then pay up honestly. If you don't see the goods within three days, I'll personally lead men to your village to take them. But let me make this clear beforehand: when I do take action, I'll take more than 30%."

This blatant threat sent a chill down the spines of all the leaders.

They stared at each other, their hearts bleeding and their teeth itching with hatred, but under the oppressive force of that terrifying and fierce aura, they could only grit their teeth, clasp their fists, and accept the order.

"We... will obey the Alliance Leader's command!"

"Shorty, come over here and do the bookkeeping. Let's sign Blood Contract." Chen Fan beckoned.

The short, stout priest scrambled forward, pulled out a pre-prepared animal Blood Contract from his robes, and grinned broadly as he ran to each of the tribal leaders to press his fingerprints on the pact.

Seeing the leaders of each tribe signing the contract with such grief and gritted teeth, Chen Fan chuckled inwardly.

With the nourishment of this vast amount of resources, the Fire Crow Tribe's strength will increase several times over in a short period of time, and the tribespeople and mothers in the old village will no longer need to risk their lives in the deep mountains for a single grain of Spirit Grain.

For the world to be truly precious, people must first be fed and clothed before the true meaning of continuous life can emerge.

On the morning of the third day after the Blood Contract was established, dust filled the air along the mountain roads throughout the Great Wilderness.

The leaders of more than thirty tribes dared not play any tricks. Cartloads of low-grade spirit stones, heavy high-grade beast cores, and bundles of fragrant medicinal herbs and Spirit Grains were continuously transported into Blackstone Mountain by the various Savage Ox Beast.

The sheer scale of this resource scheduling terrified the scattered small tribes along the way.

Chen Fan didn't linger in Sunset Gorge. He left the arduous task of inventorying and escorting the supplies to the short, stout priest, while he leisurely led the Fire Crow Cavalry, escorting the long supply wagon back to Fire Crow Old Stronghold.

As soon as I stepped through the wooden gate of the old village, the entire valley erupted in excitement.

The strong men of the tribe rushed forward shirtless to help push the cart, while the women stood on both sides of the stone path holding their children, their eyes filled with disbelief.

The Fire Crow Tribe had endured hardship in the Great Wilderness for over a hundred years; they had never seen such a mountain of cultivation supplies.

Stop just standing there drooling.

Chen Fan flipped off the wildebeest's back, casually grabbed a large bag of high-quality Blood-Nourishing Herb from the cart, and tossed it to the one-armed old hunter beside him.

"Uncle Lame, distribute these. Those who are injured should each take two jin, and the elderly should take three bags of Spirit Grain. When you're done, ask Fatty for more. Our Fire Crow Tribe won't lack this kind of food in the future."

The old hunter held the herbs, his withered hands trembling violently, tears welling in his cloudy eyes, and he was about to kneel down with a thud.

With lightning speed, Chen Fan hooked his toe around the old man's knee and lifted him up steadily.

"Alright, old bones, stop smashing things on the ground all the time, it'll shorten your lifespan."

Chen Fan grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his expression full of youthful exuberance and mischief.

Walking through the cheering crowd, Chen Fan headed straight for the small stone house deep inside the village.

The wooden door was half-open.

In front of the stove, the frail mother was stirring the coarse grain and wild deer soup in the earthenware pot with a stone ladle. The rising steam dampened the white hair at the woman's temples.

Hearing footsteps, the woman looked up abruptly, and the worry in her eyes turned into boundless relief the moment she saw that Chen Fan was unharmed.

"Xiao Fan, you're back?"