72: Chapter 72 The Savage Emperor's Night! The Victor's Carnival!

Gulu's massive and crude tent had been thoroughly cleaned.

The filthy blood and bone fragments on the ground were cleared away, replaced with the softest, thickest, snow-white animal pelts selected from the spoils of war.

The foul, choking stench was banished, replaced by the strange, fragrant smoke from wood burning in the corner.

On the walls hung the enormous skulls of unknown ferocious beasts, their savage fangs gleaming with a cold, menacing light under the flickering fire.

The entire tent was filled with a peculiar kind of luxury—primitive, barbaric, and brimming with the aura of a conqueror.

Qin Yu, his powerful upper body bare, leaned casually against the crude 'throne' carved from a single massive beast's vertebrae.

His near-perfect muscular definition, like a sculpture from ancient Greece, exuded a sense of explosive power in every inch.

A few streaks of an enemy's blood, not yet fully dried, still stained his bronze skin.

Illuminated by the firelight, he radiated a terrifying, oppressive presence akin to a primordial deity or demon.

At his feet, Su Qingyao and Lin Waner knelt on the soft animal skin rug.

One was clad in a pristine white priestess robe, the other in practical, form-fitting leather armor.

Yet now, both resembled the most docile maidservants, carefully wiping the bloodstains from Qin Yu's body with warm, damp cloths.

Their movements were gentle, their eyes filled with worship, reverence, and a trace of... barely perceptible wariness toward other women.

For on the other side of the tent stood two other women, equally at a loss.

They were the ones Qin Yu had summoned by name: the curvaceous Latina woman and the petite Japanese girl with a pitifully delicate face.

One was named Sophia, the other Misaki.

They had now changed into the clean leather skirts and bandeaus uniformly issued by the Dragon God Tribe.

Though simple, the garments perfectly outlined the alluring, well-maintained curves they had cultivated in civilized society.

Barefoot, they stood nervously in the corner of the tent.

Their hands fidgeted with the hems of their clothes, heads bowed, not daring to even breathe heavily.

They did not know what this demon-god-like man wanted with them by calling them in.

But they understood clearly that whatever he intended, they had no room for resistance, nor dared to have any.

The atmosphere inside the tent was eerily quiet.

Only the crackling of burning wood and the faint sound of cloth against skin could be heard.

As she wiped Qin Yu's chest, Su Qingyao raised her beautiful eyes to steal a glance at the two new women in the corner.

Her heart was a tumult of mixed emotions.

As the first woman to follow Qin Yu and the 'Holy Priestess' whose status in the Dragon God Tribe was second only to his, she enjoyed the respect of all the girls.

She had always believed she was the most special, the most irreplaceable presence by Qin Yu's side.

But now, as the Tribe expanded, more and more women were appearing around Qin Yu.

Especially these two survivors before her, whose looks and figures were in no way inferior to campus belles like themselves.

An unprecedented emotion named 'crisis' quietly took root in her heart.

She was afraid.

Afraid that one day, she would no longer be 'special.'

Afraid that she would be replaced by these younger, more beautiful newcomers.

Qin Yu seemed to sense her emotional turmoil.

He looked down at Su Qingyao's exquisitely beautiful face, now etched with anxiety, and a playful smile curved the corner of his mouth.

He reached out, gently pinched her snow-white chin, and lifted her face.

"What are you thinking?"

His voice was low and magnetic.

"N-nothing, Chieftain."

Su Qingyao's heart fluttered under his gaze, two blushes instantly coloring her cheeks as she somewhat flusteredly avoided his eyes.

"I just think... it's wonderful that the Tribe is growing stronger."

"Is that so?"

Qin Yu chuckled softly, his fingers gently stroking her smooth chin.

"The Tribe will only grow stronger."

"And you,"

His gaze swept over Su Qingyao and Lin Waner.

"As my first followers, as long as you remain forever loyal, your positions cannot be shaken by anyone."

"You will always be the highest-ranking mistresses of this Tribe."

His words were like a stabilizing pill, instantly dispelling all unease from Su Qingyao and Lin Waner's hearts.

In its place was boundless emotion and ecstatic joy!

"Yes! Chieftain!"

"We pledge our undying loyalty to you!"

The two women responded in unison with the most devout tone.

Qin Yu nodded in satisfaction.

Discipline and reassurance.

The art of an emperor's mind, he had mastered it innately.

Having resolved the potential 'harem' issue, Qin Yu's gaze finally settled on the two new 'spoils of war' in the corner, trembling like lambs for slaughter.

"You, come here."

His voice was not loud, but it made Sophia and Misaki's bodies shudder violently.

The two exchanged a glance, seeing profound fear mirrored in each other's eyes.

But they dared not disobey.

They could only take small, trembling steps, inching their way to stand before Qin Yu.

Then, following the example of Su Qingyao and Lin Waner, they knelt down in terror.

"Look up."

Qin Yu commanded again.

Sophia and Misaki could only slowly raise their heads.

Tear stains still marked their faces, their eyes evasive, filled with fear and anxiety.

Under the firelight, the Latina woman's passionate allure and the Japanese girl's petite submissiveness formed a stark contrast, each possessing her own charm.

It had to be said, they were both first-class beauties.

Qin Yu's gaze swept over them brazenly, back and forth.

That aggressive look, as if appraising his private property, made the two girls' bodies tense rigidly, their faces burning with shame and indignation, wishing for death.

But behind the shame and indignation lay even more the despair of being unable to resist.

"From today onward, your lives are mine."

Qin Yu slowly began to speak.

"Your bodies, everything about you, belongs to me."

"Do you understand?"

"...Yes."

"...I understand."

Sophia and Misaki responded in voices as faint as mosquitoes, humiliated.

Qin Yu was quite satisfied with their attitude.

He reached out, pulled the most curvaceous Sophia up from the ground, and placed her directly on his lap.

"Ah!"

Sophia let out a gasp, her body instantly turning rigid.

She could clearly feel the man's scalding, branding-iron-like skin and his steel-hard muscles.

An overwhelming wave of raw, primal masculine pheromones instantly enveloped her!

Causing her face to flush crimson all the way to her ears.

Her heart pounded like a drum!

"Afraid of me?"

Qin Yu lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

Warm breath sprayed against Sophia's sensitive earlobe, raising goosebumps all over her body.

"N-no... not afraid..."

Sophia's voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Good."

A cruel smile tugged at the corner of Qin Yu's mouth.

He pinched Sophia's chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Then prove it to me with your performance."

"Please me. Satisfy me."

"Only then can you live better within this Tribe."

The night deepened.

Outside the tent, occasional wails came from the Slave camp, whipped by the Valkyries on night watch.

Along with the uniform footsteps of distant patrols.

But inside the tent was a different scene entirely, one of conquest and submission, filled with sensual allure.

Qin Yu leaned back on the throne, eyes closed, enjoying all that was due to a victor.

He savored this power, this supreme thrill of holding everything in his grasp.

But his thoughts had already drifted to distant places.

With a slight turn of his hand.

The faintly glowing blue [primary energy crystal] retrieved from the chieftain's tent of the Bloodfang Tribe appeared in his palm.

Its cool touch and the vast energy contained within sharpened his mind further.

[Option One: Upgrade the 'Totem Eye.']

[Option Two: Unlock a new special tribal structure.]

Two choices circled in his mind.

"Upgrading the Totem Eye would allow me to discover more, more promising talents."

"While unlocking a new structure, like the 'war workshop,' would directly enhance the Tribe's hard power."

Qin Yu calculated silently in his heart.

"No rush."

"Tomorrow, we return to our own Tribe."

"I'll decide after we get back."

He murmured to himself.

This conquest was only a beginning.

The embryo of a vast and savage, primordial empire was slowly taking shape in his hands.

And he would be the one and only King of this empire.