All Tribe members, regardless of which Tribe they originally came from, would henceforth have only one identity.
Members of the Black Rock Tribe.
This decision initially caused a minor stir, as every Tribe had its own traditions and sense of belonging.
But soon, these voices disappeared.
This was because Wu Liang did not deprive anyone of their interests; instead, through more rational departmental division and resource integration, he improved everyone's life.
The entire Great Desolate Mountain truly united, becoming a powerful entity with common beliefs and goals.
With the unification and stabilization of the Tribe, various mineral resources were continuously explored and developed.
Under Suina's leadership, the Military Workshop's smelting technology rapidly advanced, leading to an increasing supply of ironware and various metal products.
These products not only equipped the army but also began to spread into all aspects of production and daily life.
The entire Great Desolate Mountain presented a bustling, thriving, and prosperous scene.
However, new troubles followed.
This trouble originated from Wu Liang's back garden.
As the number of women grew, the issue of how to distribute his favor equally became a headache for Wu Liang.
Wei Xian, as the woman who followed him earliest and the former Great Chief of Black Rock, held a transcendent status, and naturally, no one dared to compete with her.
Eliza was also carrying twins and was exceptionally well cared for.
Alesha was gentle and unassuming, always offering Wu Liang the softest comfort when he was most exhausted.
Florgloria was mature, steady, and understanding.
She not only managed the Tribe's logistics flawlessly but often acted as a mediator, resolving various minor conflicts in the inner court.
Lolia and Sa Lan, as new additions, were lovable in their own ways—one delicate and clingy, the other straightforward and bold.
Suina spent all day in the Military Workshop, sweating profusely.
The ones who gave Wu Liang the biggest headache were Akomann and Ignis.
Akomann had a fierce and direct personality; it was one thing when it was just Wei Xian and Eliza.
Now that so many women had suddenly appeared to share Wu Liang, she was naturally a hundred times displeased.
Ignis, having just been conquered like a wild horse, had tasted the marrow and was now in her most clingy phase.
She transformed her admiration and love for Wu Liang into inseparable companionship and possessive dominance.
Thus, a battle for possession played out daily at Wu Liang's residence.
"Wu Liang is mine tonight! None of you dare try to steal him!"
Akomann stood with her hands on her hips, like a lioness asserting her sovereignty.
"Why should he be?"
Ignis retorted without showing any weakness.
She was still wearing her training clothes, her hands also on her hips.
"I trained all day and need the Chief's comfort tonight! Didn't you already get him yesterday…"
"Yesterday was yesterday, and today is today! I don't care, he must stay with me tonight!"
"Dream on! If you have the guts, let's fight. Whoever wins gets him!"
"A fight it is! Do you think I'm scared of you?"
The two women started fighting "ding ding dang dang" in the courtyard at the slightest disagreement.
One brandished a battle axe, the other wielded a spear, battling gleefully.
The surrounding guards watched dumbfounded, yet dared not step forward to intervene.
Wu Liang sat in the room, listening to the commotion outside, rubbing his temples in frustration.
"Sigh…"
He sighed helplessly.
Having too many people is sometimes a burden.
He stood up, pushed open the door, and said resignedly:
"That's enough fighting, get inside!"
The sounds of fighting in the courtyard ceased abruptly.
Akomann and Ignis exchanged glances, both sporting smug smiles.
Then they both snorted at each other and turned their heads away.
Wu Liang looked at them and could only shake his head again in exasperation.
It was truly difficult to keep the peace.
With the complete internal unification and integration of the Great Desolate Mountain, the Tribe's strength grew day by day.
The previous battle against the Roland Empire not only established their prestige but also yielded a large number of warhorses, excellent armor and weapons, and hundreds of captured Roland Soldiers.
How to handle these captives became a new problem.
If treated as slaves, they would certainly be put to work.
However, Wu Liang had a new idea.
These Roland Soldiers were young, strong men who had undergone rigorous training.
After the Tribe expanded, many people needed to be appeased.
With so many people, it was impossible for Wu Liang alone to complete the population expansion plan.
Even if Superman came, he would end up with shaky legs and foaming at the mouth.
Therefore, Wu Liang planned to turn these Roland captives into members of the Black Rock Tribe as well.
The most direct and effective way was to let them marry the Tribe's women and bear offspring with the Tribe's bloodline.
In this way, they would be completely integrated within two generations.
Furthermore, the large number of women in the Tribe, combined with the long-term imbalance of too many monks and too little gruel, was a destabilizing factor and severely hampered population growth.
Wu Liang presented his idea at a high-level meeting.
"…So, I have decided to allocate these Roland captives to the unmarried women in the Tribe."
"As long as they are willing, they can choose a man they find pleasing as their partner," Wu Liang announced.
Wu Liang announced.
However, the moment his voice fell, he was met with unexpected and fierce opposition.
And the first person to stand up against him was none other than Old Ula, the Artisan from the Military Workshop.
"Chief! I disagree!"
Old Ula stepped out. Her dark face was full of wrinkles, but her eyes were exceptionally firm.
"The children born to the women of our Black Rock Tribe must have your blood flowing through their veins! We are only willing to bear children for you!"
Her words were like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.
"That's right! Big Sister Wula is right!"
"We don't want those Roland barbarians!"
"Our bodies and bloodlines belong only to the Chief!"
All the female Tribe representatives in the meeting room expressed their opposition with fervent emotion.
The way they looked at Wu Liang was filled with fanaticism and devotion.
In their eyes, Wu Liang was the Tribe's god.
To bear offspring for a god was their supreme honor.
What right did those defeated enemies, those foreign men, have to possess them?
Wu Liang was stunned.
He looked at these agitated women, feeling like he had one head and two bodies.
"Ahem! Old Ula, stop stirring up trouble."
Wu Liang cleared his throat, trying to explain.
"Everyone listen to me, my energy is limited… The Tribe's population growth requires everyone's collective effort…"
"We're not afraid! We can wait!"
Old Ula craned her neck and shouted.
"Chief, your body is so strong, you can definitely satisfy all of us! We are willing to line up!"
"Yes! We are willing to line up!"
"…"
Wu Liang was completely speechless.
Line up?
Are you kidding me!
There were thousands of single women in the Tribe!
Even if he were a diamond super alloy pestle, working twenty-four hours a day without rest, he would still be ground down to a needle.
Besides, how long would that line take to get through?
Moreover, he wasn't an emotionless breeding machine.
Wei Xian, Eliza, and his other women watched him with expressions of both amusement and distress.
They were proud that Wu Liang was so popular among the Tribe members, but also helpless regarding the uncontrolled situation before them.
"Alright, alright, quiet down everyone!"