198: Chapter 198 A stunningly beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure! A deal...

Even on this frontline filled with slaughter and bloodshed, her appearance was like a ray of bright sunshine, instantly illuminating the entire command tower.

All the male staff inside the command tower involuntarily stopped their work, staring at her with infatuated gazes, completely stunned.

The woman ignored the surrounding gazes and walked straight to Old Ancestor Cang Xuan. She slightly curtsied, cupped her hands in a salute, and spoke in a crisp, melodious voice like a warbling oriole, "Junior Cang Meier pays respects to Old Ancestor!"

Upon seeing Cang Meier, the gloomy expression on Old Ancestor Cang Xuan's face instantly dissipated quite a bit, revealing a gentle smile.

He waved his hand and said, "Rise, Meier. No need for such formalities."

"Thank you, Old Ancestor!" Cang Meier straightened up, stood respectfully to the side, and lowered her head slightly, not daring to look directly into Old Ancestor Cang Xuan's eyes.

However, she stole a glance at Old Ancestor Ling Feng beside him from the corner of her eye, a flicker of hard-to-detect strangeness flashing in her eyes.

Old Ancestor Ling Feng looked at Cang Meier, a flash of astonishment in his eyes.

He had long heard that Old Ancestor Cang Xuan had a gifted great-granddaughter who was not only stunningly beautiful but also cultivated at an extremely fast speed; she was a Genius rarely seen in the Cang Xuan Clan in ten thousand years.

Seeing her today, it truly lived up to its reputation.

Old Ancestor Cang Xuan noticed Old Ancestor Ling Feng's gaze, chuckled, and said, "Meier, this is Old Ancestor Ling Feng; you have met him a few times."

Cang Meier hurriedly cupped her hands again and said respectfully to Old Ancestor Ling Feng, "Meier pays respects to Old Ancestor Ling Feng!"

Old Ancestor Ling Feng waved his hand and said with a smile, "No need for formalities. I have long heard that you, Brother Cang Xuan, have a precious granddaughter. Seeing her today, she is indeed a heroine who does not yield to men. To have such Cultivate Realm at such a young age, her future is limitless."

"Old Ancestor Ling Feng is too kind. Meier still has many shortcomings and needs to learn more from you Old Ancestors." Cang Meier said modestly, a shy smile appearing on her face, adding to her charm and cuteness.

Old Ancestor Cang Xuan looked at Cang Meier, his eyes filled with love and pride. He said, "Meier, what is the matter that brought you to see me this time?"

Cang Meier raised her head, looked at Old Ancestor Cang Xuan, and her expression became serious: "Reporting to Old Ancestor, an urgent report has come from the frontline. The Zerg army has begun to assemble again, and the scale this time is larger than any previous one. All three major Zerg war generals have been dispatched, and it looks like they intend to launch an all-out attack on us. The soldiers on the frontline are already prepared for battle and are just waiting for your orders, Old Ancestor."

Upon hearing this, Old Ancestor Cang Xuan's face instantly darkened.

He stood up and looked out the window at the blood-colored starry sky again, a trace of killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"It seems the Zerg cannot wait any longer," Old Ancestor Cang Xuan said coldly, "Very well, I will take this opportunity to teach these ignorant bugs a good lesson and let them know that my Human Race is not to be bullied."

"Old Ancestor Ling Feng, return immediately and assemble all the warriors of your Ling Feng Clan, and prepare for battle." Old Ancestor Cang Xuan turned his head and said to Old Ancestor Ling Feng, "I will notify the other races and have them send troops to support. This time, we must fight a beautiful victory and dampen the Zerg's arrogance."

"Good! I will go make the arrangements now!" Old Ancestor Ling Feng nodded, stood up, cupped his hands to Old Ancestor Cang Xuan, and then turned and strode out of the command tower.

After Old Ancestor Ling Feng left, only Old Ancestor Cang Xuan and Cang Meier remained in the command tower.

Old Ancestor Cang Xuan turned around, looked at Cang Meier, and his expression became serious: "Meier, I am entrusting you with a task."

Cang Meier hurriedly bowed and said, "Please instruct me, Old Ancestor. Meier will not refuse even at the cost of death!"

Old Ancestor Cang Xuan walked to Cang Meier's side, leaned down, and whispered a few words in her ear.

Cang Meier's face instantly turned pale. She jerked her head up to look at Old Ancestor Cang Xuan, her eyes filled with disbelief: "Old Ancestor, this... how can this be? Zhou Liangan is a person of the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation. If we touch him, the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation will definitely not let us off!"

Old Ancestor Cang Xuan said earnestly, "Meier, I know this matter is very dangerous. However, for the future of our Cang Xuan Clan, for the future of the entire Human Race, we must do this. As long as the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation is not eliminated, we will never have peace. You are the most outstanding Junior of our Cang Xuan Clan; only if you handle this matter will I be at ease."

"But..." Cang Meier wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Old Ancestor Cang Xuan.

"There are no buts." Old Ancestor Cang Xuan's tone was unquestionable, "This matter is settled. Go prepare immediately and leave tonight. Remember, you must do it cleanly and leave no traces. If the matter is exposed, you know what to do."

Cang Meier looked into Old Ancestor Cang Xuan's firm eyes and knew she had no room to refuse.

She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and nodded: "Yes, Old Ancestor! Meier guarantees to complete the task!"

After speaking, Cang Meier bowed deeply to Old Ancestor Cang Xuan, then turned and walked quickly out of the command tower.

Watching Cang Meier's departing figure, a sinister smile appeared on Old Ancestor Cang Xuan's face.

He turned around and looked out the window at the blood-colored starry sky again, his eyes filled with ambition and desire.

"Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation, Zhou Liangan... just you wait. This game has only just begun." Old Ancestor Cang Xuan murmured in a low voice, his voice icy and bone-chilling, echoing for a long time in the empty command tower.

Meanwhile.

The cold alloy bulkhead shimmered with a frigid silver-gray luster, cutting the starlight spilling in from the porthole into countless sharp-edged fragments.

The massive interstellar cruiser was traveling through the dark matter lane at superluminal speeds, the low hum of the engines passing through layers of shock-absorbing structures into the main control room like some eternal background noise, making this narrow space appear even quieter.

In the center of the main control room, on a chair made entirely of Xuan Iron, Ling Shuang was firmly restrained by light blue energy locks.

At her slender wrists and ankles, chains formed by energy currents shimmered with a cold halo. Every time she tried to mobilize the spirit power within her, a blinding electric arc would flash across the chains, shattering her spirit power.

Her long hair was draped somewhat messily over her shoulders, with a few strands sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead, yet it did not diminish her stunning beauty in the slightest.

On the contrary, those eyes that were usually as cold as a frozen pool were now burning with raging fury, staring fixedly at the man leaning against the main console, like a young beast that had been provoked but had nowhere to unleash its strength.

Zhou Liangan looked lazy and languid.

His gaze slowly swept over Ling Shuang, from her tightly pursed red lips to her chest, which was rising and falling slightly due to anger, and finally settled on her eyes that were almost spitting fire, a meaningful smile curling the corners of his mouth.

"Ling Shuang? No, that's not right. I should call you Ling Shuang." Zhou Liangan's voice carried a hint of playfulness, breaking the silence in the main control room.

He straightened up and walked towards Ling Shuang step by step. His leather shoes tapped on the smooth alloy floor, emitting crisp echoes that were exceptionally clear in this quiet space, "You hid yourself well. I really didn't notice before that you were actually a direct descendant of the Spirit Clan. No wonder your old, undying Master risked his life to protect you; so the root cause is here."

Ling Shuang jerked her head up, the hatred in her eyes intensifying: "What nonsense are you spouting! My surname is Ling, not Ling!"

"Stop pretending." Zhou Liangan stopped in front of her, bent down, and leaned close to her, the distance between them just a few inches.

He could clearly smell the faint fragrance on her body, like old trees in a forest after the rain; this was a unique aura of the Spirit Clan, which outsiders could not imitate at all, "People of the Spirit Clan are born with the aura of the Ancient Emperor's Tree. Did you think you could hide it from me?"

He straightened up, hands in his trouser pockets, his eyes becoming a bit more serious, "I know the Origins of the Spirit Clan much better than you do. Legend has it that the first founder of the Human Race, the first Human Emperor of the Primordial Era, planted an ancient tree when Chaos first opened. That ancient tree accompanied him in battles across the heavens, pacifying the myriad worlds, absorbing half a lifetime of his cultivation and the Luck of the Human Race, and was finally enlightened by him to take human form. Since then, the descendants of this ancient tree have taken 'Ling' as their surname, intermarrying with the Human Race's Bloodline for generations, which gave rise to the current Spirit Clan."

Zhou Liangan's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable power.

He looked at Ling Shuang's slightly changing expression and continued: "It is precisely because of this connection that the status of the Spirit Clan within the Human Race has never been comparable to other races. You are not vassals of the Human Race, but brothers born from the same source as the Human Race. Moreover, the Spirit Clan has passed down for so many epochs and has never produced a single piece of trash. Every member of the Spirit Clan is born with an almost perverted affinity for the Wood-type Dao, and their cultivation speed far exceeds that of ordinary people."

"The most critical point is that every generation of Spirit Clan Clan Chief can summon the projection of the ancient Ancient Emperor's Tree." Speaking of this, Zhou Liangan's eyes slightly narrowed, "Do not underestimate that projection. The Ancient Emperor's Tree itself possessed Emperor Realm cultivation, but it exhausted its Origin to protect the Human Race back then and fell into a deep slumber. However, the projection it left behind also possesses the real strength of a Half-Emperor. Moreover, because of their Bloodline, Spirit Clan Clan Chiefs have almost no Bottleneck and can break through to the Half-Emperor Realm without any obstacles."

He paused, his tone carrying a trace of emotion: "In other words, at any time, the Spirit Clan is equivalent to possessing two Half-Emperors simultaneously. And these two Half-Emperors both walk the most orthodox Dao, with terrifyingly solid Foundations. Whether it is the Spirit Clan Clan Chief or the projection of the Ancient Emperor's Tree, either one can rival the legendary Nine Emperors in single combat. When the alien races invaded back then, seven Half-Emperors joined forces to attack the Human Race's border, and it was Spirit Clan Clan Chief Old Ancestor Ling Feng who brought the Ancient Emperor's Tree projection and single-handedly held off three of them, dragging it out until reinforcements arrived. Based on this battle record alone, whoever sits in the Human Emperor's seat must give the Spirit Clan some face."

Ling Shuang was silent.

She did not expect Zhou Liangan to know the details of the Spirit Clan so clearly, even knowing the border war that very few people knew about back then.

Of course, Zhou Liangan did not know these things himself; it was only after the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation secretly transmitted the voice to Zhou Liangan that he came to know all of this.

She bit her lower lip and still braced herself to say: "Since you know how powerful the Spirit Clan is, let me go immediately! Otherwise, when my Old Ancestor finds this place, you will definitely have no good end!"

"Your Old Ancestor? That old thing Ling Feng?" Upon hearing this, Zhou Liangan chuckled.

He reached out and gently pinched Ling Shuang's pink and delicate cheek with his fingertips, the touch as smooth and tender as a freshly peeled egg, "You really don't say, he did come to find me. But he didn't come to fight me; he went to find my wife to reason with her."

"Your wife?" Ling Shuang looked as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world, her face revealing undisguised disdain.

"Zhou Liangan, you don't even draft your lies before bragging! Who is my Old Ancestor? She is a Half-Emperor! A being who can destroy a galaxy with a wave of her hand! What kind of thing is your wife that she is worthy of my Old Ancestor going to reason with her? And you dare to say you sent her away? Why don't you take a piss and look at your own reflection to see what kind of person you are!"

As she spoke, she became more agitated, her chest heaving violently. Because of her struggle, the energy lock flashed with electric arcs again, causing her to gasp in pain. Her face paled slightly, but her eyes continued to glare stubbornly at Zhou Liangan.

Zhou Liangan was not angry; he continued to look at her with a smile, his fingers gently stroking her cheek. "What? You don't believe me?"

"I don't believe a ghost of a word you say!" Ling Shuang jerked her head away, wanting to avoid his touch, but was restricted by the energy lock and could only move slightly. "Unless your wife is also a Half-Emperor, and even more powerful than my Old Ancestor! Otherwise, it's absolutely impossible!"

Zhou Liangan raised an eyebrow, not answering directly.

He raised his left hand, revealing a black jade pendant worn on his wrist.

The jade pendant looked plain and ordinary, engraved with a blurry Reincarnation pattern. However, under the sunlight, it seemed as if a galaxy was flowing within the pattern, emitting an ancient and mysterious aura.

Ling Shuang's gaze fell on the jade pendant. She was stunned at first, then, as if she had thought of something extremely terrifying, her pupils suddenly contracted, and she froze in her chair.

Her breathing stopped instantly, her lips trembled slightly, and she couldn't say a word for a long time.

"You... your jade pendant..." Ling Shuang's voice was trembling. She stared fixedly at the jade pendant, her eyes wide, as if she had seen an incredible sight. "This is... this is the Reincarnation Pendant of the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation! I have seen it in the ancient books of the Ling Clan! There is absolutely no mistake!"

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with terror and disbelief as she looked at Zhou Liangan. "Isn't the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation your Master? You... how could you have her personal jade pendant? You actually dare... you dare to blaspheme the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation! Aren't you afraid that she will descend heavenly punishment and strike you until your Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering?"

In the Universe of the Heavens, the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation is a mythical existence.

No one knows how many epochs she has lived, nor does anyone know how deep her cultivation is.

It is only known that since the ancient times, she has already been at the Peak of the Half-Emperor. Over countless years, countless brilliant Geniuses have failed to break through to the Emperor Realm, but only she is recognized as the person most likely to take that final step.

She has always been a loner, elusive as a dragon, and even The Nine Emperors cannot easily catch a glimpse of her.

In everyone's impression, she is a god high above, untainted by the mortal world, overlooking the birth, aging, illness, and death of all things in the heavens.

No one has ever dared to associate her with any man, let alone anyone daring to blaspheme her.

Theoretically, given the cultivation of the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation, let alone someone daring to speak disrespectfully to her face, even if someone had the slightest thought of blaspheming her in their heart, she would instantly perceive it and descend the Reincarnation heavenly punishment, condemning that person to never be reborn.

But now, Zhou Liangan is not only wearing her personal jade pendant but also looks indifferent.

This has already exceeded the scope of Ling Shuang's cognition.

Zhou Liangan looked at her, terrified to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, and couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

He withdrew his hand and hid the jade pendant back into his sleeve, his tone light and breezy, as if he were talking about something very ordinary. "Who told you the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation is my Master? That's all nonsense spread by people outside. The Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation has always been my wife. It's just that that woman is a bit tsundere and thin-skinned, so she doesn't let me advertise it outside."

"Boom—"

Ling Shuang felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded in her brain, and she was completely stunned.

She stared blankly at Zhou Liangan, her mind blank, unable to even feel the stinging pain from the energy lock.

The Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation... is his wife?

How is this possible?

This is absolutely impossible!

She wanted to refute loudly, wanted to call Zhou Liangan a madman, wanted to tell him that this was the greatest blasphemy against a god.

But when the words reached her lips, she couldn't say a single word.

Because she knew that what Zhou Liangan said was true.

If he were lying, even if there were the slightest bit of falsehood, the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation would have already descended heavenly punishment.

Not to mention Zhou Liangan, even this spaceship, and even the nearby galaxy, would have been completely wiped out by the Power of Reincarnation.

But now, nothing has happened.

Everything is calm.

Zhou Liangan is standing safely in front of her, and even has the mood to tease her.

This means that everything he said is true.

That high and mighty, god-like Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation is really his wife.

Ling Shuang felt that her worldview had completely collapsed at this moment.

She opened her mouth, her throat dry and parched, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "This... this is impossible... you are lying to me... how could the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation..."

"How could she fancy me?" Zhou Liangan took over her words, smiling and pinching her chin. "Can't help it, my personal charm is too great. She chased me for several epochs, and I only reluctantly agreed."

At this moment, Zhou Liangan felt a chill down his spine, as if a mysterious Reincarnation Qi had secretly brushed past him.

Ling Shuang: "..."

She doesn't know what expression to use to face Zhou Liangan now.

Shock? Anger? Or absurdity?

Zhou Liangan looked at her expression of utter despair and stopped teasing her.

He put away the smile on his face, and his expression became a bit more serious. "Alright, joking aside. Now let's talk about business."

He walked up to Ling Shuang, looked down at her, his eyes carrying an unquestionable majesty. "Ling Shuang, you should be very clear about what the ancestral teachings of the Ling Clan are."

Ling Shuang suddenly came back to her senses. Hearing the words "ancestral teachings," her expression also instantly became solemn.

She lowered her head, her voice low: "The Ling Clan ancestral teachings: pledge loyalty to the Human Emperor for generations, and never betray."

"Very good, you still remember." Zhou Liangan nodded. "Then you should also know that Old Ancestor Cang Xuan is not some person of destiny. There has only ever been one true Human Emperor."

He stretched out his finger and pointed at himself: "It is me."

"But..." Ling Shuang raised her head, her eyes filled with conflict. "The ancestral teachings state to pledge loyalty to the Human Emperor, that is correct, but... your cultivation..."

She stopped halfway through her sentence, but the meaning was already very clear.

Zhou Liangan's cultivation is only at the Enlightenment Realm.

This might be considered an expert in the eyes of ordinary people, but in front of the Ling Clan, it is simply not enough.

How can a Human Emperor at the Enlightenment Realm lead the Human Race to glory?

How can he make the proud and arrogant Ling Clan members submit?

The Ling Clan pledges loyalty to the Human Emperor, to that strong person who can lead the Human Race to resist alien races and protect the heavens, not to a man with low cultivation who relies on his wife for support.

Zhou Liangan naturally saw through her thoughts. He was not angry, but smiled instead. "I know what you are thinking. You think my cultivation is too low and I am not worthy of being this Human Emperor, right?"

Ling Shuang did not speak, but her eyes had already explained everything.

"It's okay, I understand." Zhou Liangan squatted down and looked at her at eye level. "If it were me, I would also be suspicious. A guy at the Enlightenment Realm suddenly jumps out and says he is the Human Emperor, and wants the entire Ling Clan to pledge loyalty to him; anyone would think it's a fantasy."

He paused, a glimmer of confidence flashing in his eyes. "However, cultivation does not represent everything. Many things cannot be obtained just by Cultivating. For example, Luck, for example, the hearts of people, for example... the future."

"Old Ancestor Cang Xuan looks infinitely glorious, but he is never the Human Emperor. In recent years, Old Ancestor Cang Xuan has been plotting against the Ling Clan. Following him, the Ling Clan will sooner or later be eaten until not even bones are left by those old foxes."

"But I am different." Zhou Liangan's voice was low and powerful, carrying a power that bewitched people's hearts. "What I can give the Ling Clan is something Old Ancestor Cang Xuan can never give. I can make the Ling Clan stronger, I can make the Ancient Emperor Tree reawaken, and I can make the Ling Clan not only survive in the future war of the heavens but also stand at the highest position."

Ling Shuang looked into his eyes, a pair of extremely deep eyes that seemed to hide the entire starry sky.

For some reason, even though his cultivation was much lower than hers, under his gaze, she actually felt a trace of inexplicable pressure.

She was silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "What you said is too far away. I only know that the ancestral teachings cannot be violated. But for me to convince the entire Ling Clan to pledge loyalty to a Human Emperor at the Enlightenment Realm, I cannot do it. The Elders will not agree, and the Old Ancestor will not agree."

"Of course, I won't ask you to convince them right now." Zhou Liangan smiled, reached out again, and pinched her cheek, which was still carrying a bit of a blush. "So, baby, how about we make a deal?"

Ling Shuang raised her head and looked at him warily: "What deal?"

The corners of Zhou Liangan's mouth slowly curled into a cunning, wicked smile. That smile spread from the corners of his eyes, carrying undisguised playfulness and calculation.

His gaze slowly swept over Ling Shuang's full and graceful, exquisite body outlined by the body-fitting dress, from her slender shoulders and neck to her waist that could be held in one hand, and then to her long, straight legs...

Swept by his straightforward and presumptuous gaze, Ling Shuang instantly tensed up, and her delicate body trembled uncontrollably.

She subconsciously wanted to dodge backward, but the cold energy lock was tightly clamping her wrists and ankles, leaving her unable to move.

She could only, like a cat with its fur standing on end locked in a cage, glare fixedly at the man in front of her. Her fair cheeks uncontrollably flushed with a layer of alluring light red, and she spoke, both shy and angry, with an unconscious tremor in her voice: "Bastard~ what do you want to do?~"

Zhou Liangan looked at her, both shy and angry, yet having no way to deal with him, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

He leaned down close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her reddened earlobe, his voice low and carrying an unquestionable certainty: "It's very simple. If you bear a son of the Human Emperor for me, does that count as giving those old stubborn people of the Ling Clan the most solid peace of mind?"