493: Chapter 482: Two Choices 493: Chapter 482: Two Choices “It looks like this is where I die, huh,” he chuckled as he smoked, “all for the sake of Song Yun, even sacrificing another.
I wonder what those old men are thinking.
A man walked into the park where Song Yun had fought the great battle, laughing while smoking.
“Sigh, this guy was actually not bad, but he just liked to mess with the wrong people, and now look, he’s played himself to death, got his neck twisted by the Black Night Demon.” A woman with a plain face, dressed in flowing simple garments, came up and said.
“It’s none of our business; it’s the old men from the four big families you should blame,” another said.
“All of them have some strange thoughts, even contemplating killing off the rightful heir to the Song Family.
Do they think their families combined are invincible?
Ergou once turned Yanjing upside down all by himself, why don’t they think about the fact that Song Yun is Ergou’s son?”
“Hmph, those people are just delusional,” the woman said coldly.
“The thoughts of those old men are outdated, unsuitable to lead in this new era.
Should we try to recruit Song Yun to our side?
I believe he would be an excellent candidate.”
“Let’s wait a bit longer,” the man replied with a smile.
“Ergou didn’t accept our offer back then, and judging by Song Yun’s personality, he probably won’t either.” The man chuckled.
“It’s a pity to lose such a good chess piece, but the current situation isn’t bad either—the Black Night Demon has started her revenge, and it’s time for the old generation to die out.”
“So what should we do about Song Yun?” the woman asked softly.
“What can we do but go with the flow,” the man flicked away his cigarette butts.
“Song Yun’s combat power is getting stronger and stronger.
According to international standards, what rank do you think he’s reached now?”
“S+ at the peak of the S level,” the woman said.
“Although his combat power is enough to deal with those people, it’s still not sufficient against those who’ve been famous for a long time.
But one thing that’s great about Song Yun is his potential.
To this day, I still have no clue where his limits lie.”
“What rank do you think he could reach?” the man gazed at the sky, sighing.
“At the very least SS+,” the woman responded.
“That’s the most conservative estimate.”
“Really, he could reach SS,” the man remarked.
“Let’s go, staying here too long makes me uncomfortable.”
“Song Yun, your growth really exceeds my imagination,” Qingluan said as she helped Song Yun wash the vegetables.
“You’re even stronger than you were during the Dragon Elephant List competition.”
“How so?” Song Yun asked while chopping meat.
“From what I know, you’ve used very few potions.
Compared to those who consume potions like daily meals, your growth has been much tougher.
But despite that, you continue to grow, which puzzles me,” Qingluan stated earnestly, looking at Song Yun.
“I don’t like using potions.
I’m originally just a person, but every time I use a potion, I feel like something inside my body changes.
I’m afraid that continued use of potions will eventually cause my genes to mutate.
You wouldn’t want to live with the Hulk every day, would you?”
“Right, as for potions, it’s better to use them sparingly,” Qingluan nodded.
“So far, no matter how brilliant a scientist, no one can truly understand what treasures lie within our gene pool.
Now, let’s get back on track—what’s happening with Shishi?”
“What do you mean what’s happening?” Song Yun said, feeling a little guilty.
“Are you trying to play dumb with me?” Qingluan countered.
“Liu Ran and the others might not be able to tell, but I’m a martial arts practitioner and am well-acquainted with human physiology.
It’s not easy to deceive me, plus the way one walks after ‘breaking the melon’ is distinct from an injury-induced limp.”
“The walk after ‘breaking the melon’ starts awkwardly from the root of the thigh, whereas an injury-induced limp originates awkwardly from the site of the injury.
You don’t think I’m stupid, do you?”
Song Yun stopped chopping, washed his face, and said with a dry laugh, “I never imagined you’d study human anatomy to such an extent.
I’m truly impressed.”
“Don’t try to change the subject,” Qingluan said a bit angrily, narrowing her phoenix eyes.
“When did this happen?”
“Last night,” Song Yun replied awkwardly.
“Huh, I didn’t expect Shishi to get there first,” Qingluan sighed.
“It’s fortunate that within this entire villa, only I know about it.
If Yueyue and the others found out, it would cause a huge uproar.”
“Yueyue actually already knows,” Song Yun swallowed nervously as he spoke.
“She has her own research in biology.”
“Then have you thought about what you’re going to do?” Qingluan asked with a stern look in her eyes.
“What are your plans for the future?”
“What am I going to do?” Song Yun smiled.
“From the moment you stepped into this villa, you’ve all been my women.
It was just a matter of time regarding this matter, and in the end, you’ll still enter the Song Family’s door.”
“You’re that confident?” Qingluan asked with amused curiosity.
“Do you wish to be the king of a harem, perhaps?”
“I can’t help it; a handsome man should have some privileges,” Song Yun said with a smirk.
“You can’t tell anyone else about this, okay?”
“Alright, alright.
You stay here and cook; I’m going to rest for a while,” Qingluan said, then left the room.
Once Qingluan had gone, Song Yun sighed; he had too much on his plate now.
After the fight, Song Yun woke up to find a letter tucked in his arms, left by Mr.
Song.
The letter outlined two paths for Song Yun to choose from.
The first was to sever ties with the Song Family—he now had enough combat power and influence to make the higher-ups wary.
If he distanced himself from the Song Family, those higher-ups and the other four families wouldn’t bother him anymore, and he could do as he pleased.
His parents had also been in touch with Mr.
Song, saying if he chose the first path, he could take his women abroad to reunite with them.
The second path required Song Yun to quickly unify the small and large forces within Sunan.
An elder from the system’s side, a former disciple of Mr.
Song, would watch over Song Yun.
Once his parents returned, Sunan would become their strongest backing.
By then, even if those above wanted to revisit old grievances and move against his parents, they would be powerless.
Upon his parents’ return to the Song Family, if they could successfully inherit it, Yanjing and Sunan would shine together, and those in Huaxia who wished to drive his parents out again would have virtually no chance.
So there were two choices, two different but challenging paths ahead.