Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 42 - 42 41 Song Yun Really Enjoys It

42: Chapter 41 Song Yun Really Enjoys It 42: Chapter 41 Song Yun Really Enjoys It After that incident, Li Shishi lost interest in shopping.

Coincidentally, something happened in her company, so after greeting Song Yun, she was whisked away by her secretary.

Song Yun strolled leisurely along, slowly sorting through recent events in his mind.

He knew he needed to keep his head cool to face whatever was coming next.

But who would have thought, just as he reached the middle of the road, a seemingly ordinary woman, wearing a black mask, blocked his path.

“Hey, young man, want to have some fun?

It’s only one hundred yuan a pop,” the woman said with a wag of her finger, her tone playful and teasing.

“One hundred yuan?

Isn’t that a bit too expensive?

I’ve only got ten on me.

Could you make it a bit cheaper?” When things go awry, there must be demons at work, thought Song Yun.

So he decided to play along with this woman to see what kind of scheme she had in store for him.

“Let’s go to the alley over there then, I like it thrilling,” said the woman, grabbing Song Yun’s hand and running towards a dark alley.

Once in the alley, the woman stared silently at Song Yun, then drew one of his hands to her waist while gripping the other tightly.

Even through clothing, Song Yun could feel the woman’s slender waist.

The faint scent of her perspiration at the tip of his nose in the stifling heat carried a fragrance he was all too familiar with.

“Nice disguise, but wrapping up your chest makes it somewhat imperfect,” said Song Yun, leaning over the woman.

He then took off her mask and said, “Why wear a mask?

It spoils the view.”

“Did you recognize me?” the woman asked with a slight smile.

“If I couldn’t recognize who you are after sharing the bed so many times, I would be scared,” Song Yun held the woman tight.

“Though you padded your shoes to look taller, you forgot one crucial thing.”

“What’s that?” the woman asked, genuinely curious.

“The scent that comes off your body.

From childhood to this day, your fragrance has always been in the sect’s quarters, an impression so deep in my heart I can never forget.

So don’t insult my intelligence,” Song Yun said with a laugh, planting a gentle kiss on the woman’s cherry lips.

The woman’s face flushed red, and Song Yun could feel her body go limp, melting onto him.

“As for you, changing your voice, face, and even height is not a problem, but your scent isn’t something you can cover up with just perfume.

I’m used to your smell, even if you spray on a strong rose scent, I can still tell your natural aroma,” he whispered into her ear.

Song Yun’s sense of smell was incredibly acute, thanks to the relentless training from the old man since he was a child.

Sometimes the old man would take him to the forest behind the sect and ask him whether a particular spot smelled of wolf or wild boar urine; identifying the animal was not enough, he had to distinguish between male and female too.

“My dear Little Xiaotian, have you finished your business?” Song Yun whispered.

“Of course, I am worth two when I take action.

It’s just a minor task to handle such a small traitor,” Xia Tian replied, kissing Song Yun, “You’ve been doing well these days, with so many strong warriors around you.

Oh, and that big beauty staying at your courtyard, and the radiant young girl next door.

Tell me, are they still virgins?”

“What if I say they are, would you believe me?” Song Yun said, looking her in the eyes.

“I believe, of course, I believe.

Who dares to doubt what Song Yun says,” Xia Tian said with a giggle.

“How was the traitor dealt with?

Three cuts and six holes or death by a thousand cuts?” Song Yun asked.

The sect’s rules were numerous; unless you were a direct disciple of an elder, you had to abide by them.

However, if you crossed the sect’s bottom line, even as the Sect Master, you would have to answer to the Law Enforcement Elder.

The biggest rule was against betrayal, the price of which was steep.

Song Yun recalled seeing a man who had betrayed the sect and was captured by the Law Enforcement Hall.

They chose three cuts and six holes; if you survived the punishment, it meant your life was spared by the heavens, and you were thrown outside.

Living or dying was a matter of luck.

Upon surviving, there could be no further contact with any sect members, nor could you speak of the sect to outsiders, else you’d be hunted to the ends of the earth.

“This time, it’s serious.

It seems that person colluded with people from RB, so the Law Enforcement Hall decided to execute them by death by a thousand cuts,” Xia Tian said with a grimace.

Some may not be familiar with this form of execution.

It involves slicing off the flesh piece by piece, a form of dismemberment.

The first cut is to the chest, the second to the biceps, the third to the thighs.

The fourth and fifth cuts slice the arms to the elbow; the sixth and seventh cuts, the legs to the knees; the eighth cut, beheading.

This punishment severely tests the executioner’s skills.

If the condemned dies during the process, the executioner is at fault, and the remaining cuts would be inflicted upon them.

It is said that the oldest elders of the sect’s Law Enforcement Hall could make a hundred cuts without killing the person, the flesh cut off as delicate as cicada wings.

“So, you’ve come to see me because you’re planning to stick with me from now on?” Song Yun asked.

“No, no, no, my dear Song Yun, you guessed wrong.

I’ve been out for too long and attracted the attention of some ill-intended folks, so I had no choice but to retreat back to the sect,” Xia Tian lamented.

“Who is it?

I’ll take care of them, and then you can stay with me,” Song Yun said with a frown.

“Silly boy, you’re right in the middle of a whirlpool.

I dare not step in carelessly.

You’d better take care of your own affairs first,” Xia Tian responded and then suddenly hooked Song Yun’s neck, kissing him madly as if she wanted to melt him into her body.

Just as Song Yun was about to reciprocate, his lips were silenced by a moist patch.

A passionate French kiss, and Song Yun thoroughly enjoyed it.