In the traditions of the demi-human tribes, only by completing the Bloodline Awakening can one truly step into the realm of the extraordinary. This awakening not only grants immense power but also profoundly alters one's lifespan, fertility, and even the potential of their descendants.

  If both parents have completed the Bloodline Awakening, the likelihood of their children awakening in the future increases significantly. For the entire tribe, this is almost like an intangible inheritance of capital.

  It may sound harsh, but that is the reality. Take those two wolf girls, for example—even though they still stay by Bran's side now, Angelica and Katia, who are close to Rurik, are destined not to accompany them until the end.

  Bran clearly understood this long ago. When the leader mentioned this matter, there was no sadness or pity on his face; instead, he eagerly discussed with Draven the various advantages of the Black Tiger tribe and the female warriors of the Leopard clan.

  He even seriously analyzed which race was more suitable for reproduction and which had a gentler temperament.

  Leaning against the wall, Draven pressed down on the dull soreness still lingering in his waist, trying hard to ignore this foolish kid. That pain felt like a chunk of flesh was being fiercely pinched by pliers and twisted back and forth.

  Those two fingers of Martha were like weapons—was Bran blind or just pretending?

  He cursed silently, then without hesitation gave Bran a swift kick out the door, followed by three slaps sending him away. That bastard really needed to cool off.

  Originally, Draven planned to go back and rest, but after taking only a few steps out, for some reason, his body seemed to be pulled back and he actually stepped into that stone cave again.

  Martha was like she had taken a challenge against the exercise equipment. Not only did she upgrade all the original training facilities in the room, but she also came up with a bunch of new ideas that left Draven speechless.

  The two of them were busy inside the cave, full of energy, as if they were about to invent some groundbreaking training method.

  Meanwhile, in the chief's house of Village 3, Elira of the Leopard clan was nestled with her daughter Thalia, whispering softly.

  Actually, most of the time it was Thalia doing the talking. The girl's eyes sparkled as she eagerly recounted everything she had seen during the day in Black Flag Territory to her mother.

  Including the inspiring plans and promises made by the wolf leader, as well as the grand vision for the future.

  Elira listened silently, surprise flickering in her eyes from time to time. Although she was older and experienced, even she was shaken by the revolutionary methods of Black Flag Territory.

  "Perhaps we have truly found a strong backing," she finally said, her tone filled with sincere admiration.

  Though this was originally a commendation aimed at Draven, to Thalia's ears it sounded like a cup of honey water in spring, making her cheeks quietly flush.

  Speaking of honey water, suddenly inspired, she sat up straight from her mother's arms, pulled out a small pouch from her waist, and presented a thumb-sized ceramic jar.

  "Mom, look, this is honey from Black Flag Territory. When dissolved in water, it tastes especially sweet."

  "Our tribe's little ones drink some every day. It's said to even enhance their awakening potential."

  Elira took the jar, opened the lid, and gently sniffed. The honey carried a faint wildflower fragrance that was calming.

  She didn't say much, but pulled her daughter close and whispered:

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  "Thalia, if you truly believe Black Flag Territory is the future, then we must…"

  She didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning was clear.

  Thalia lowered her head, blushing deeply but said nothing in protest. She understood her mother was right. For the sake of their tribe, they really needed to build a closer connection with the wolf leader.

  Though it sounded somewhat shameful, it was also part of the reality.

  Thalia stole a glance at her mother, emotions welling up inside her: a mix of shyness and an inexplicable sense of anticipation.

  At this very moment, Draven heavily collapsed onto his bed. He was the proud leader of Black Flag Territory with high-level combat strength, yet he hadn't even managed to land a single counterattack against Martha?

  That was simply unacceptable.

  Frowning, he stared at the ceiling, doubting whether that blood elf secret technique Gareth left behind was a complete sham.

  Martha looked so spirited, hardly appearing oppressed at all. Even with the help of the training equipment, she shouldn't be this strong!

  Maybe it was time to try the wolf form? Just as he was thinking this, a sudden flash of insight hit him and he abruptly sat up.

  Martha was calmly closing her eyes to meditate but was startled by his sudden movement. They weren't truly Draven's opponents—it was just a group of women conspiring in advance, putting on a show.

  That arrogant leader always mocked them after these encounters, which was infuriating. So they had conspired to teach him a lesson, even if only on a psychological level.

  Of course, Draven was still in the dark. He suddenly shuddered because a name flashed through his mind: Ronan.

  He remembered that name appeared once in Gareth's final letter!

  Blood Elf Gareth mentioned in his will that he had a remarkably gifted male descendant.

  He also specifically instructed that if anyone found the will, they must return the Blood Beast egg to the heir named Ronan.

  Draven hadn't thought much of it before, but now it seemed that this mysterious Blood Elf demigod might actually be that unlucky Gareth's descendant?

  ...It should just be a coincidence.

  He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, unable to draw any conclusion from the chaotic thoughts, and could only shake his head.

  Not wanting to think too much, he slowly lay back down. His earlier vigorous movement still caused a sharp pain in his waist, as if he'd been struck by a wooden stick.

  Icehawk had already left the village; even if that really was Ronan, he would have to wait until next time to deal with it.

  Draven's mind circled back, deciding to mention this to Sylvia when he replied, asking her to try to gather more information about this demigod from the Elven Kingdom.

  If it really was the same person, then this matter would get quite interesting. He even felt a bit excited.

  Lost in thought, his gaze accidentally fell on Martha beside him. The deer girl's face was flushed, her breathing slightly rapid, strands of sweat-damp hair sticking to her cheek. She looked clearly weak but still forced a calm expression.

  Draven reached out and pulled her beneath him:"Tell me, what exactly are you all up to?"

  At first, Martha tried to grit her teeth and endure, but how could she resist this fierce werewolf? After being stabbed countless times back and forth, she finally broke down, crying as she betrayed her sisters.

  "It was Viola who started it... we... just wanted to scare you..."

  She sobbed as she spoke, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

  Draven sneered, though inside he was thrilled. He had guessed right. The most obedient and docile one was often the biggest troublemaker.

  "So you all teamed up to mess with me?"

  A wicked smile curved on his lips, his eyes resembling a beast triumphant in a hunt. Martha couldn't help but shiver.

  That night, Draven interrogated her harshly, venting thoroughly as if reclaiming lost dignity.

  When the morning sunlight streamed through the cracks, he lazily got up and opened the door, dispersing the aftermath smell from the room.

  Behind him, Martha seemed like a different person— gentle and obedient, she quietly helped him straighten his clothes without a single complaint.

  Draven proudly patted her head:"Be good, I'll take good care of you~"

  Martha rolled her eyes at him, laughing and crying at the same time. She really hurt— today she absolutely didn't want to leave the house.

  "You better not say I told you this…" she whispered, clinging to his arm and shaking it gently, blinking her big watery eyes like a little beast begging for candy.

  Draven grinned and pointed to his cheek.

  Martha leaned in and kissed it. Only then did he shrug with satisfaction, wearing a smug look:"That depends on how you behave from now on~"

  Martha stomped her foot angrily, about to say something, when suddenly a sharp pain hit her, making her frown and collapse into Draven's arms.

  "You're bad, you really are bad!"

  Her small fists softly hit him twice; Draven looked completely pleased.

  He carried her back to the bed, gently patted her back to soothe her, and after she closed her eyes, he turned and left. He still had serious matters to attend to today.

  It wasn't only Martha. Yesterday, even Rhinoceros Man Griffin came to see him, saying their tribe leader Sethric wanted to invite him as a guest.

  Obviously, after hearing that Draven planned to extend his influence into the northern War God Hills, Sethric had started to take an interest.

  It seemed it was time to have a real negotiation with the Rhinoceros Man and the Monkey Tribe.

  With his confidence restored, Draven felt completely renewed, radiating ambition and power.