133: Chapter 133 A stunningly beautiful woman! An interesting little fellow~

As an invisible melody began to play, Moye Miaoyan moved.

Moye Miaoyan's waist swayed gently with the melody like a water snake. Every movement carried the ultimate temptation, yet it did not appear vulgar; instead, it possessed a wild and mysterious beauty unique to the Demon Race.

Her black veil fluttered gently with her movements, and her fair skin was faintly visible under the warm light. Her long, straight jade-like ankles tapped lightly on the ground, and the bells on her ankles emitted a soft, tinkling sound that perfectly matched her movements.

Her gaze remained fixed on Zhou Liangan from beginning to end. In those beautiful eyes, tenderness, charm, and temptation were intertwined, like an invisible net, as if to ensnare him completely.

At times she raised her wrists and lowered her brows, at others she extended her cloud-like hands gracefully. Her dance was as light as a butterfly in flight, and as intense as a wildfire when passionate. Every movement landed precisely on the heartstrings, making one's heart itch.

Zhou Liangan leaned against the warm couch, watching the Demon Race beauty dancing in the center of the room without blinking. His originally calm breathing could not help but gradually become a bit chaotic.

He had seen many stunning beauties and many women with exquisite dancing skills, but never had anyone been able to engrave temptation and charm into their bones like Moye Miaoyan. Every smile, every movement, carried a soul-stirring charm that left him feeling restless.

The dance ended.

The melody slowly faded, leaving only the sound of Moye Miaoyan's slightly rapid breathing in the cabin, along with the final lingering echo of the bells on her ankles.

Moye Miaoyan stopped moving, her cheeks flushed with an alluring red, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and her chest heaving gently with her breathing. The whole person carried a lazy and sexy charm from having just finished dancing.

She looked at Zhou Liangan on the warm couch, let out a charming laugh, walked over with light steps, and threw herself directly into his arms.

Her soft, warm body pressed against him, carrying her unique cold fragrance and a faint scent of sweat, instantly filling all of Zhou Liangan's senses.

Moye Miaoyan's flawless, snow-white jade arms gently hooked around his neck. She nestled in his arms, raised her head, and looked at him with her beautiful eyes full of tenderness, her gaze flowing with natural charm.

She leaned into Zhou Liangan's ear, her warm breath spilling onto his auricle. Her voice was soft enough to melt, carrying a hint of coquettishness as she whispered: "Husband, did you like my dance?"

Zhou Liangan raised his hand, taking the opportunity to gently wrap his arm around Moye Miaoyan's slender yet curvaceous willow waist. His palm could clearly feel the soft curve of her waist. A playful glint flashed in his eyes, and a faint smile played on his lips as he spoke in a doting tone: "Beautiful, it was naturally extremely beautiful."

Upon hearing this, Moye Miaoyan laughed until she trembled, her shoulders shaking slightly. Her lively, beautiful eyes looked straight at Zhou Liangan, filled with coyness and tenderness, and her voice was soft and sweet with a hint of playful reproach: "Really? As long as Husband likes it."

As her voice fell, she raised her snow-white, slender hand, her fingertips gently stroking Zhou Liangan's chest. Her movements were soft and lingering, her jade-like eyes full of affection as she stared at the person before her, her voice trailing off softly as she called out: "Husband~"

This call made Zhou Liangan's heart soften. He raised his hand to gently pinch Moye Miaoyan's snow-white, delicate cheek, his fingertips rubbing against her tender skin. The smile in his eyes deepened, and without another word, he lowered his head and accurately captured her soft, delicate lips.

Moye Miaoyan's body softened slightly, and her flawless jade-like arms tightened around Zhou Liangan's neck, her entire body snuggled into his embrace, her brows and eyes filled with lingering tenderness...

Half a month was spent almost entirely in the twisted space of the wormhole.

Even with the protection of Moye Miaoyan's top-tier Demon Race starship, the continuous turbulence caused by the wormhole took Zhou Liangan, who had just left Earth, several days to barely adapt.

Outside the porthole, there was always chaotic and twisted light and shadow, sometimes looking like a shattered galaxy, and sometimes like a bottomless black hole. Except for Moye Miaoyan, who was always smiling and accompanying him, there were no other reference points.

In the past half month, Zhou Liangan had not been idle.

Besides consolidating his cultivation at the Ninth Rank of the Ningshen Realm and grinding the barrier of the Enlightenment Realm thinner and thinner, he spent his time pestering Moye Miaoyan, asking about the survival rules of this vast Universe.

From the standards of the interstellar common language to the taboos of various races, and then to the basic Laws of the Universe Alliance, he was like a sponge, frantically absorbing information that completely overturned his past cognition.

Before him lay the boundless Universe, civilizations that spanned tens or hundreds of light-years, and powerful beings who could destroy a planet with a wave of their hands. If he were not careful, let alone protecting Earth, even he himself could fall into this sea of stars at any moment.

On the day he had memorized the interstellar rules Moye Miaoyan told him, the starship suddenly trembled slightly. The chaotic and twisted view outside the porthole was instantly filled with dazzling, brilliant galactic light.

"Husband, we have exited the wormhole."

Moye Miaoyan's soft voice sounded in his ear. She leaned into Zhou Liangan's arms, her slender fingers tapping on the porthole's control panel, instantly magnifying the scene outside the window.

Zhou Liangan looked up, and he instantly froze in place, his eyes filled with intense astonishment. He even subconsciously rubbed his eyes, somewhat unable to believe what he was seeing.

This was no ordinary Star Domain; it was clearly a super transit station built in the sea of stars!

Countless starships of various shapes were shuttling in an orderly manner along designated star lanes. The small ones were only the size of single-person mechas, flexible as fish in the sea of stars; the large ones were comparable to an entire asteroid, their hulls covered with ferocious gun ports and energy shields, looking at them alone gave a suffocating sense of oppression.

The technological level of these ships far exceeded the existing technological limits of Earth. Some did not even show conventional engine nozzles, relying solely on space folding technology to slide silently through the sea of stars without leaking a trace of energy fluctuations.

And in the very center of this Star Domain was a super space station that spanned three astronomical units.

Constructed entirely of an unknown alloy glowing with cold light, it was densely packed with starport berths, trade zones, residential areas, and even visible ecological circulation circles—lush forests and blue oceans protected securely within the space station by transparent energy shields. In the pitch-black sea of stars, it looked like a diamond embedded in black velvet.

What shocked Zhou Liangan even more was the scene inside the space station.

After the starship slowly drove into its exclusive berth and entered the space station through the docking tunnel, the scene before his eyes completely refreshed his cognition.

On the main street, wide enough for ten hovercars to drive side-by-side, the architectural styles on both sides were strange and varied: some were ancient-style pavilions with flying eaves and carved beams, filled with Immortal Qi; some were minimalist modern glass curtain walls, clean and sharp; others were covered in neon tubes and holographic projections, typical cyberpunk style, with colorful advertising light screens floating in the air, and electronic sounds and peddling cries rising one after another.

The people walking on the street were even more varied, completely breaking his inherent cognition of "intelligent life."

Ancient-style Cultivators wearing wide robes and large sleeves, filled with Immortal Qi, stepped on Flying Swords, with wine gourds hanging from their waists, flying slowly over the street.

Cybernetic beings wearing tight combat suits and various mechanical prosthetics, with data light streams flashing in their eyes, leaned against the walls trading unknown chips with others.

There were also business people wearing modern suits with capable temperaments, holding holographic tablets, making interstellar calls while walking.

There were even races with appearances completely different from humans—the Forest Race with pointed elf ears, the Water Race covered in flowing scales, and the Star Spirit Race in semi-energy form, all communicating fluently with the help of universal translators.

Ancient, modern, cyberpunk, and even exotic styles that completely exceeded his cognition were strangely fused in this transit space station without any sense of disharmony.

The bustling crowd, the sounds of trade, laughter, and the humming of aircraft intertwined, forming a unique atmosphere of interstellar prosperity that left Zhou Liangan dumbfounded.

He had seen the most prosperous international metropolises on Earth before, but compared to this transit space station spanning the sea of stars, it was like a small puddle compared to the vast ocean, not on the same order of magnitude at all.

"Stunned?" Moye Miaoyan leaned close to him with a smile, extended her snow-white, slender fingers, and poked his cheek. Her large, watery eyes curved into crescents, her gaze full of coyness, "This is the Heiyan Transit Star Region, a transportation hub connecting dozens of star sectors. Whether it is the official fleets of the top hundred races, merchant fleets running interstellar trade, or lone adventurers, they all stop here for supplies, so it is naturally very lively."

As she spoke, she reached out to Hold on(link) Zhou Liangan's arm, her body leaning gently against him, her tone becoming a bit more serious: "However, Husband, you do not have an official identity certified by the Universe Alliance yet, so it will be difficult to move an inch here. In this Universe, if you do not have proper identity registration, no matter where you go, you will be treated as an interstellar pirate by the interstellar patrol, resulting in detention and deportation at best, or direct execution on the spot at worst, which will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble."

Zhou Liangan came back to his senses upon hearing this and nodded slightly.

In the past half month, Moye Miaoyan had emphasized the importance of interstellar identity to him more than once—the Universe Alliance identity code was equivalent to a pass for this sea of stars. Without this thing, let alone staying in hotels, trading, or taking interstellar ships, even walking on the street could lead to being arrested by the patrol at any time.

"Then what should I do? I can't remain an undocumented person forever, right?" Zhou Liangan looked down at Moye Miaoyan beside him, but he didn't feel much panic in his heart. He knew that since this woman had brought up this matter, she already had an arrangement in mind.

Sure enough, Moye Miaoyan blinked, smiling like a cunning little fox: "Don't worry, it's all been arranged for Husband. Follow me to the exclusive Demon Realm reception room to register you as a Demon Race Guest Elder first. With the endorsement of our Demon Race's identity, the Universe Alliance will recognize it directly. Not only will no one look for trouble with you, but in this Transit Star Region, you will be able to travel freely in most places."

As she spoke, she took Zhou Liangan's hand and walked toward the depths of the street.

Many people along the way saw Moye Miaoyan and their eyes went straight. She was already extremely beautiful, and her close-fitting long dress with the unique dark patterns of the Demon Race set off her skin, which was whiter than snow. Her brows and eyes held both the coyness of a young girl and the unique charm of the Demon Race. Walking in the crowd, she was like a spotlight, and the rate of turning heads was directly maxed out.

And Zhou Liangan beside her, in simple casual clothes, with a calm temperament and sharp eyes, holding Moye Miaoyan's hand tightly, looking like a protector, naturally attracted a lot of attention as well.

There were those who were amazed, those who were envious, and many who carried covetous and unkind intentions. However, upon sensing the aura of an Enlightenment Realm expert inadvertently leaking from Moye Miaoyan, no one dared to provoke them easily and could only watch from afar.

Zhou Liangan naturally sensed these gazes. He calmly pulled Moye Miaoyan closer to his side and swept a cold glance over those with unkind intentions. Those people instantly withdrew their gazes, not daring to look again.

Soon, the two arrived in front of a building that was pitch-black and carved with unique Demon Race patterns.

Two Demon Race guards in black heavy armor stood at the door. Upon seeing Moye Miaoyan, their expressions changed drastically, and they immediately knelt on one knee and saluted respectfully: "Greetings, Your Highness!"

This call of "Your Highness" caused the people passing by to change their expressions instantly. The looks they directed at Moye Miaoyan were filled with deep dread and awe. Those who had just been looking with covetous eyes shrank their necks and slipped away without a trace.

Zhou Liangan raised his eyebrows and looked down at Moye Miaoyan beside him.

He had known that this woman's identity was not simple, but he hadn't expected her to be a legitimate Highness of the Demon Race.

Moye Miaoyan, however, did not care at all. She simply waved her hand at the guards and pulled Zhou Liangan inside: "Get up. I am bringing my Husband here to register as a Guest Elder, the kind with the highest authority."

"Yes! Your Highness!" The guards did not dare to be the slightest bit negligent and immediately stood up to lead the way.

The interior of the Demon Realm reception room was completely different from the bustling street outside. It was quiet and solemn, with complex magic patterns carved everywhere, emitting faint energy fluctuations.

The Demon Race official responsible for registration was extremely respectful upon seeing Moye Miaoyan, not daring to delay for even a moment. He immediately produced a highest-Rank identity crystal card and recorded Zhou Liangan's genetic sequence, Divine Soul aura, and the Guest Elder authority personally granted by Moye Miaoyan.

In less than ten minutes, an identity crystal card glowing with dark gold light was presented to Zhou Liangan with both hands.

"Husband, take this. From now on, in this sea of stars, as long as it is within the Demon Race's sphere of influence, no one will dare to touch you." Moye Miaoyan shoved the crystal card into Zhou Liangan's hand, her eyes curving into crescents with a smile, looking incredibly proud on his behalf.

Zhou Liangan gripped the crystal card in his hand, feeling a slight sense of relief and a touch of fortune.

It was fortunate that Moye Miaoyan was by his side; otherwise, as a "black-listed person" who had just emerged from Earth, let alone establishing a foothold in this Transit Star Region, he would likely have been apprehended by a patrol team as soon as he stepped off the spaceship. This woman not only stayed by his side but also genuinely helped him solve the most thorny of troubles.

After completing the identity registration, the two first strolled around the space station to familiarize themselves with the environment, then found an interstellar hotel located on the top floor of the space station that overlooked the entire sea of stars and checked in.

The hotel suite was a top-tier presidential configuration. Outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows lay the brilliant, swirling galaxy. The living room was covered with soft animal-hide rugs, and all kinds of facilities were available, including a dedicated Cultivation room where the Spiritual Qi concentration could be adjusted freely.

Upon entering the room, Moye Miaoyan casually kicked off her high heels and stepped barefoot onto the rug. She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to gaze at the sea of stars outside, then turned around. Her beautiful eyes fixed steadily on Zhou Liangan as she spoke seriously: "Husband, there is something I must discuss with you properly."

Zhou Liangan walked to her side, reached out to wrap his arm around her slender yet curvaceous waist, and looked down at her: "What is it? Tell me."

"If you want to rapidly improve your strength and establish a firm foothold in this sea of stars, the best choice is to join the Human Council." Moye Miaoyan reached out to stroke his chest, her tone exceptionally serious. "The resources that people within the Council can obtain are simply terrifying to an immeasurable degree."

Hearing this, a flash of curiosity crossed Zhou Liangan's eyes, and he raised an eyebrow: "Human Council? What kind of organization is that? I heard you mention it a few times before, but I didn't ask in detail."

He had heard Moye Miaoyan mention the name once in the wormhole but hadn't had the chance to understand it in detail. Now that he heard he could obtain vast amounts of Cultivation resources, he naturally became interested.

Moye Miaoyan leaned into his embrace, parted her red lips slightly, and began to explain slowly: "This Human Council is an organization formed by the joint efforts of all the powerful Human Race experts in our sector of the Universe. Husband, you must know that in the vast Universe, there are trillions of races. Just those capable of interstellar travel number in the tens of millions. The Top Hundred Races are the absolute best among those tens of millions, each possessing territories spanning dozens or hundreds of star sectors, capable of destroying a galaxy with a wave of their hand."

"Although our Human Race is one of the Top Hundred Races, with vast territories and generations of powerful experts, there are still countless formidable races eyeing us covetously. They crave the Human Race's territories and resources, constantly thinking about turning the Human Race into their vassal race, or even livestock to be kept for food." Moye Miaoyan's tone deepened. "Take the nearby Zerg, Machine Race, and Crystal Race, for instance—which of them isn't staring at the Human Race's territory, just waiting for us to show a flaw so they can pounce?"

"The Human Council was established precisely to counter these external threats and integrate the strength of the entire Human Race. Its core duty is to protect Human Race territory, Cultivate Human Race Geniuses, and resist foreign enemies." She looked up at Zhou Liangan and continued: "The core standard for the Council to recruit members is whether one's own strength is sufficient. Of course, talent and potential are also equally important. Like you, Husband—under thirty years old and already capable of reaching the ninth stage of the Ningshen Realm, with real strength that even surpasses ordinary Enlightenment Realm experts—you are the top-tier Genius throughout the entire Human Race, fully qualified to run for a Human Council member."

Zhou Liangan listened very attentively, and upon hearing this, he couldn't help but ask: "Besides resources, are there any other benefits to becoming a Human Council member?"

"There are so many." Moye Miaoyan smiled and extended her slender fingers, counting them off for him one by one: "First, as long as you become a member, you can obtain the core authority of the Human Council and access the Council's Cultivation resources. Top-tier Cultivation Techniques, Heaven And Earth Treasure, Enlightenment Stones, and even exotic items that can enhance the Divine Soul—as long as you can complete the Council's missions, you can trade for them. Treasures that are priceless on the outside can be exchanged freely within the Council, as long as you have enough contribution points."

"Secondly, Human Council members possess extremely high authority throughout the entire Human Race territory. Regardless of which planet the Human Race faction is on, they must give the member Face and even obey their orders. More importantly..." Moye Miaoyan paused, looking into Zhou Liangan's eyes, and said word by word, "If you can become a member, Husband, you could even buy Earth in advance from the Human Race's Universal Alliance and place it under the protection of the Human Council. That way, you would never have to worry about Earth being occupied by other higher civilizations or being dismantled as a resource planet."

This sentence instantly struck the chord of what Zhou Liangan cared about most.

The reason he left Earth and stepped into this unknown sea of stars, besides improving his own strength, was primarily to protect Earth.

That was his root; it held the people he cared about and all the traces of his growth. He absolutely could not stand by and watch Earth be treated like meat on a chopping block, slaughtered at will by those higher civilizations.

Zhou Liangan's gaze instantly became resolute, and he nodded thoughtfully: "I see. Then let me ask you, what about your Demon Race? What is the relationship between your Demon Race and the Human Race? If I join the Human Council, will I end up standing on the opposite side from you?"

He cared deeply about this point. Moye Miaoyan was a member of the Demon Race; if the Human Race and the Demon Race were hostile, joining the Human Council would inevitably create a rift between them.

Hearing this, Moye Miaoyan couldn't help but burst into laughter. She reached out to pinch his cheek and scolded playfully: "What are you thinking, Husband? How could the Demon Race be hostile to the Human Race? Come to think of it, the Demon Race is considered a branch of the Human Race. Of course, the current Heavenly Demon Race has developed into an independent and powerful race, and the same goes for the God Race. These races are actually descendants of the ancient era, where powerful Human Race experts cultivated different Laws, resulting in genetic and Divine Soul mutations. They broke away from the Human Race and, after hundreds of millions of years of development, became independent races, now all ranking among the Top Hundred Races."

"We and the Human Race share the same origin and ancestry, belonging to a friendly Alliance. Although there are occasional minor frictions, when facing external enemies like the Zerg or the Machine Race, we are on a united front. Even if you join the Human Council, Husband, it will not affect us being together at all. On the contrary, people in the Council will even give you some Face because of my status." Moye Miaoyan blinked, smiling with a smug expression.

Zhou Liangan was now completely relieved. He nodded and asked again: "Then how can I join the Human Council and become a member?"

"That is very simple." Moye Miaoyan explained: "First, you must go to the Human Race expert reception center on this planet to register and obtain eligibility for the competition. Then, enter the Virtual Universe built by the Human Council to participate in the galaxy-wide Human Council member selection tournament. This tournament is open to all Human Race Geniuses under the age of one hundred. The number of participants each time is in the trillions. As long as you can win a place in the top one hundred in the selection tournament, you can officially become a Human Council member and enjoy all the authority and resources of the Council."

Trillions of participants, and only the top one hundred are selected.

Zhou Liangan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow; the intensity of the competition could be imagined. Yet, far from feeling any trepidation, a strong fighting spirit ignited in his heart.

The more challenging it is, the more interesting it becomes.

He turned his head to look at Moye Miaoyan and said with a smile: "That is perfect. The two of us will go together to participate in this Human Council member selection tournament. With husband and wife working together, we can cut through metal; wouldn't it be a wonderful thing if we both made the top one hundred?"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Moye Miaoyan gave a bitter smile and shook her head helplessly: "Husband, I am not qualified to participate in the Human Council member selection tournament. To become a member, talent and potential are the most important evaluation criteria, so the tournament has a hard rule: the participant's age must be under one hundred. Although I look young, my actual age has long exceeded three hundred. I am already past the age for participation; I cannot even obtain registration eligibility."

Zhou Liangan was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

He had forgotten that the lifespan of the Demon Race is far longer than that of ordinary humans. Moye Miaoyan looked like she was only in her early twenties, but her actual age was already over three hundred.

"I see." Zhou Liangan reached out to ruffle her hair and said with a light smile: "I didn't expect there to be so many convoluted rules to becoming a Human Council member."

"That is natural." Moye Miaoyan leaned into his embrace and said calmly: "Human Council members are candidates for Human Race commanders, with the future opportunity to command trillions of the Human Race and preside over a star sector. Naturally, the Human Council considers many factors when screening members, so having many rules is normal. However, if you can become a member, the benefits are self-evident. Compared to the effort, these rules are nothing at all."

Zhou Liangan nodded slightly, the determination in his eyes growing stronger.

Whether for the vast amount of Cultivation resources, to protect Earth, or to possess enough strength in this vast sea of stars to protect the people he cares about, he must win this Human Council member position.

He looked down at Moye Miaoyan in his arms, a confident smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "If that's the case, then I think I understand. I am quite interested in this member position. Let's go. We'll go to the reception center now and register for the tournament."

"Husband is so confident?" Moye Miaoyan's eyes lit up. She smiled, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the cheek: "I knew my husband was the best! Let's go, I'll accompany you to register!"

As she spoke, she took Zhou Liangan's hand and walked excitedly toward the door.

The two left the hotel, boarded a hovercar, and before long, arrived at the Human Race reception center located in the core area of the space station.

Unlike the dark style of the Demon Realm reception room, the Human Race reception center was a magnificent and solemn building, entirely white. At the entrance stood two massive statues of Human Race warriors, holding long swords with resolute gazes, exuding an awe-inspiring upright aura.

The plaza in front of the building was bustling with people, all of them young Geniuses who had come to register for the tournament. Everyone emitted a not-weak aura; Ningshen Realm Cultivators were visible everywhere, and there were even many young experts who had already stepped into the Enlightenment Realm. Each one was high-spirited, their eyes full of determination to win the selection tournament.

It was evident what an astonishing level of attraction this Human Council member selection tournament held.

Moye Miaoyan was holding Zhou Liangan's arm, about to accompany him into the gate of the reception center, when Zhou Liangan suddenly paused his steps and subconsciously looked toward the other side of the plaza.

He saw a bewitching and stunning figure standing in the distance by the white jade railing at the edge of the plaza.

The woman was wearing a fiery red form-fitting long dress that outlined her exquisite and curvaceous figure. Her long, seaweed-like curly hair hung over her shoulders, her skin was as white as snow, and her red lips were like fire.

She was leaning obliquely against the railing, one hand toying with the loose hair by her ear. Her captivating peach-blossom eyes stared straight at Zhou Liangan with a smile that wasn't quite a smile. Her beautiful eyes flickered with a hint of playfulness, and a touch of indescribable scrutiny, as if she had noticed him long ago.

The moment their eyes met, the woman suddenly raised the wine glass in her hand toward Zhou Liangan from afar, her red lips curling into a soul-captivating smile...