The bound leaders of the beastmen tribes were clearly tempted, each with a thoughtful expression on their faces.
The Lion Tribe leader, still not fully trusting You Rong, boomed, "Your words sound beautiful, but how can we be sure you're telling the truth? What if we all agree to join the alliance, and you're just tricking us into working for you?!"
You Rong, seemingly prepared for their skepticism and having a ready response, was about to persuade them further. At this moment, Lin Qinghe's eyes twinkled, and she playfully leaned closer, "Lion Tribe leader, do you remember me?"
The Lion Tribe leader looked at Lin Qinghe, "You... you are the Ancestor of the Blood Clan! Aren't you also with You Rong?"
"I am with You Rong, but you should know that I have an excellent solution to the problem you're worried about. Don't you want to know?"
The Lion Tribe leader, half-believing, asked, "What solution do you have?"
Meng Bei, seeing Lin Qinghe suddenly interject, felt a bit uneasy and was about to say something. You Rong, however, gave him a look, and Meng Bei swallowed his words, obediently waiting on the side.
You Rong hadn't anticipated Lin Qinghe's intentions, but he trusted that she wouldn't do anything detrimental to him.
Lin Qinghe curved her lips into a smile and said, "Has the Ancestor leader ever heard of the Blood Pact passed down in the Blood Clan? As long as a Blood Pact is signed under the guidance of the Blood Clan, the party that violates it will suffer a backlash and die."
The Lion Tribe leader's expression shifted slightly, clearly having heard of the Blood Pact.
"What are you trying to say?" the Lion Tribe leader asked.
Lin Qinghe replied, "It's very simple. You and You Rong will agree on the conditions for joining the alliance, and I will establish a Blood Pact for you. If either party violates it, they will suffer the backlash and die. With life and death as the stakes, I believe neither of you will have to worry about the other playing dirty, after all... no one enjoys a long life to that extent."
The Cat Tribe leader, upon hearing this, clearly agreed with Lin Qinghe, "Exactly! With a Blood Pact in place, we can join the Beastmen Alliance without any lingering worries! After all, our beastmen tribes have survived for tens of thousands of years and passed down to this day. No one wishes for a sudden disappearance. Forming a Beastmen Alliance, where everyone helps each other, why wouldn't we? Don't you agree?!"
The other beastmen tribe leaders nodded in succession, "Yes, hearing what the Werewolf Tribe leader said, this Beastmen Alliance sounds quite good. I plan to join!"
"Yes, I plan to join too. There's a saying among humans... when people stick together, they can keep warm. We no longer have to worry about being exterminated or invaded by other races!"
"Indeed, I want to join too!"
Seeing that the others were loosening up, and with Lin Qinghe's assurance, the Lion Tribe leader also seemed to be swayed. He grumbled, "Alright, as we discussed, as long as you, You Rong, can fulfill everything you've said, I'm willing to join the formation of the Beastmen Alliance!"
You Rong declared resolutely, "Please rest assured, everyone! What I, You Rong, say will be the absolute truth! I will never deceive you!"
The Lion Tribe leader snorted, "That's more like it... Since everything is settled! Then why are you still tying us up! Untie us quickly! So we can discuss the Blood Pact!"
You Rong gave Meng Bei a look. Meng Bei understood and immediately stepped forward, with a fawning smile, to untie the ropes binding the Lion Tribe leaders, "My apologies to you leaders, I'll untie you right away, truly sorry!"
After the ropes were removed, You Rong and the Lion Tribe leaders and other beastmen leaders sat down and discussed the details one by one. The Lion Tribe leader cupped his hands towards Lin Qinghe, "We have finished our discussion. Please, Ancestor of the Blood Clan, establish the Blood Pact for us!"
Lin Qinghe's eyes curved slightly, and she smiled faintly, "Alright, please wait a moment, Lion Tribe leader. I need to prepare a few things."
Lin Qinghe said this and walked out. You Rong intended to follow, but Lin Qinghe shook her head, signaling that she could go alone. You Rong had no choice but to stop and wait in the room.
After about five minutes, Lin Qinghe returned, with Chu Tianhao and Zhang Yi following behind her. Zhang Yi was holding a tray with several cups containing something that looked like water.
Lin Qinghe glanced slightly to the side at the tray in Zhang Yi's hand, "These contain specially made items from my Blood Clan. After you drink them, the Blood Pact will be officially formed. From now on, any party that violates the terms of the Blood Pact will suffer a backlash and die."
As Lin Qinghe finished speaking, Chu Tianhao couldn't control the upward curve of his lips and coughed a few times to suppress his laughter, fearing he might burst out laughing.
When everyone present looked at Chu Tianhao, Lin Qinghe also gave him a warning glance. Chu Tianhao then pursed his lips and chuckled dryly, "My apologies, my throat is a bit uncomfortable. I've been smoking too much. Please continue, continue... Don't mind me, haha, don't mind me..."
The beastmen leaders all believed him. The Lion Tribe leader, however, still cautiously asked, "Ancestor of the Blood Clan, will this Blood Pact truly never expire, no matter when?"
Lin Qinghe smiled and nodded, "Please rest assured, as long as I am alive! This Blood Pact will never expire!"
And as the Ancestor of the Blood Clan, Lin Qinghe was immortal, having lived for who knows how many thousands of years, which meant that the Blood Pact would never expire!
These beastmen leaders were immediately relieved. The Lion Tribe leader picked up one of the cups and said solemnly, "Good! I'll drink first. After establishing the Blood Pact and joining the Beastmen Alliance, we will all be like a family!"
The Lion Tribe leader tilted his head and drank the liquid in the cup. The others also reached out to take theirs. Lin Qinghe also casually picked up a cup and handed it to You Rong.
Everyone else drank the liquid. You Rong also drank from his cup.
You Rong frowned subtly.
The taste of this liquid... it was like ordinary pure water. Had something truly been added?
With the Blood Pact established, You Rong instructed Meng Bei to escort the Lion Tribe leaders and others to rest. Tomorrow, all the beastmen leaders would be summoned to discuss the detailed formation of the Beastmen Alliance.
As soon as Meng Bei and the others left, Chu Tianhao couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, tears nearly welling up in his eyes. Zhang Yi nudged him irritably with his elbow, "Patriarch Chu, that's enough! You almost couldn't hold back your laughter earlier, and nearly ruined the Ancestor's plan!"
"Haha... I couldn't help it, I..." Chu Tianhao finally stopped laughing and, meeting You Rong's gaze, began to explain on his own, "Young master, you don't know, but the so-called Blood Pact and everything... the Ancestor was just tricking them. Those cups earlier were just water with half a cup of lemon juice. Only your cup was pure water. It's a wonder they drank it without even flinching. I almost suffocated trying to hold back my laughter just now..."