Return of the King, Dominating the City-Chapter 1607 - 1501: Gentle Senior Sister
"Old man! You and your disciple are really bold. You’ve done what nobody dared to do for hundreds of years. I want to see who among you dares!!!" The Supreme Elder yelled furiously upon seeing those men in black, his face turning green with anger.
"Tyrant, I’ll leave this to you," the old man said calmly.
"Senior Brother, just you wait," Tyrant replied with a ferocious grin.
With a bang, a spark flew off a stone slab under the Supreme Elder’s feet as a bullet hit it. The bullet casing bounced up, striking down with a pleasant dinging sound.
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Song Yun was sleeping soundly when he felt a burning pain on his back. As he opened his eyes, he found himself lying naked on the bed, with a pair of hands applying something on his back.
Just as he was about to turn over, a clear female voice lightly instructed, "Don’t move."
The voice seemed familiar to Song Yun, but he couldn’t recall whose it was. He wanted to turn his face to see, but the other person wouldn’t allow him to move, and any movement caused intense pain. He remembered being hit on the back several times by the Sixth Elder and Second Elder during a very critical moment, and he had ignored the injury at that time. Now...
"Where is Shadow?" Song Yun suddenly remembered and asked anxiously.
"He should be fine," the woman’s crisp voice replied again. Her voice was truly melodious, like the song of an oriole, like the tinkling of a brook, free of impurities.
"What does ’should be fine’ mean?" Song Yun insisted on turning over. He remembered that after his master told him to leave, he had grabbed Shadow and started running. Not long after, he slipped and fell head over heels. Then... he remembered nothing until now. He wanted to see Shadow, to check on his condition.
"You can’t move; you’re severely injured too," the girl said hastily as Song Yun tried to move. She pressed her whole body against Song Yun’s back to stop him from getting up. He caught a faint scent, and his naked upper body felt a softness pressing against it.
"But please tell me how Shadow is doing," Song Yun urged.
"My master has already treated him and removed the bullet, but he hasn’t woken up yet. My master said he should be fine, so I’m telling you that," the girl said with a touch of resentment.
Song Yun suddenly recalled who the girl behind him was. Only she and her master were skilled in both Chinese and Western medicine.
"Senior Sister Zhaoyun," Song Yun exclaimed while lying on the bed.
The girl’s small hand pinched Song Yun’s back hard, and she said angrily, "Good that you still have a conscience. I thought you forgot about your senior sister."
"Haha, how could I? I’ve always kept a photo of you at my bedside and looked at it every night before sleeping," Song Yun flattered. Although there were many girls in the sect, with more than a dozen who used to "hang out" with him, Song Yun initially couldn’t remember who this person helping him apply medicine and massage was.
"You have my photo?" the girl asked curiously.
"I drew it myself."
"Idiot. Why would you draw your senior sister?" the girl spoke in a coquettish tone, her voice sickeningly sweet.
"I often suffer from insomnia at night. One look at you and I pass out with fright, better than any sleeping pill... ah, it hurts, leave some mercy, senior sister," Song Yun felt a patch of his skin pinched by her small hands, affecting his injured area and causing a burning pain.
"Hmph, as soon as you come back, you have nothing nice to say, always bullying me," the girl pinched him again before releasing him.
"Senior Sister, you know I only bully those I like. Little Goldfish and the others want me to bully them, but I won’t. Come. Senior Sister, help me turn over so I can see how you’ve developed. You had the best development back then," Song Yun shamelessly said while lying on the bed. In fact, he wanted to get up to check on Shadow; he would be more at ease seeing him, whether he had woken up or not.
The girl slapped Song Yun’s behind angrily, saying, "You are still the same, haven’t changed at all."
"Dear Senior Sister Zhaoyun, please help me up. I want to see if you’ve changed. You’ve seen me without clothes; can’t I at least see you with clothes on?" Song Yun pleaded.
"No way. I just applied the medicine; I need to help you spread it out. This area is all bruised, near the heart; otherwise, you wouldn’t have coughed up blood and fainted. I need to massage for a while, loosen up the meridians here."
"Alright, but be gentle," Song Yun nodded helplessly.
"Hmm, now that’s a good boy," the girl said, patting Song Yun’s head as a reward.
Feeling her pat, Song Yun suddenly felt very fortunate. He thought to himself, thank heavens the old man came last night; otherwise, if they had killed him, he’d never see Little Gangbeng again, put those women at home to sleep, nor have the chance to win over Xia Tian and Qingluan, and wouldn’t even feel his senior sister patting his head.
"Senior Sister, are you having a good time at home?" Song Yun asked softly while lying on the bed. This sect was strange; many people wanted to kill him, while many offered him the warmth of a family. Like Senior Sister Zhaoyun, they had a very good relationship as children; whenever he got into trouble and was beaten black and blue, she would always help with the medicine, just like today, gently and tenderly, patient and unhurried, because of her constitution, being the only person in the sect who didn’t practice martial arts.
The girl sighed softly, and Song Yun even felt the warm breath on his back. "Year after year, nothing changes. After you left, the sect became much quieter, like a still pond."
"Haha, I thought so too. You all must be bored without me around," Song Yun replied smugly.
"Hehe, you are boasting again. But it did get a bit boring. With nothing to do, I focused on learning medicine from my master, and I’ve greatly improved," the girl laughed like silver bells.
"Senior Sister~"
"Hmm."
"Are you married yet?" Song Yun asked with a squinting smile.
"Why is that the first thing you ask when you return?"
"I’m concerned about you, see. I want to know which man is worthy of our beautiful Senior Sister Zhaoyun," Song Yun flattered.
"No," the girl replied softly.
"Then I still have a chance?"
"Stop being conceited."
The pair of siblings who hadn’t seen each other for years bantered for a while, then Lin Zhaoyun finished massaging Song Yun’s back. She patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, you can get up now."
Song Yun tried, but his back hurt too much, and he had no strength in his arms. Smiling bitterly, he said, "Senior Sister, lend me a hand too."
"Hehe, can’t our great genius Song Yun even get up from a bed?" the girl teased, but she still reached out her small hands to pull Song Yun’s arms, helping him maintain balance.
Song Yun gritted his teeth against the pain in his back and slowly turned over with his senior sister’s help. A captivatingly beautiful face came into view: delicate brows, tiny cherry-like lips, a smooth and round nose, her entire face resembling an impressionistic landscape painting. Her body was frail, her skin pale with a sickly white, evoking a sense of delicate vulnerability. She somewhat resembled Lin Daiyu in "Dream of the Red Chamber," with a heart more sensitive than Bi Gan by one, and her illness surpassing Xizi by three. The girl wore a pink cotton floral shirt with traditional Chinese buttons, appearing more delicate than the flowers, her face even paler.
