Su Hao's Wanted Notice

This silly girl...

She couldn't have actually brought trouble back with her, could she?

A moment later.

Yun Yao landed breathlessly in front of Yun Ying. Her originally neat and crisp black-and-white dress was now covered in mud stains, her hair was a bit disheveled, and she was clutching a crumpled piece of paper tightly in her hand.

"Whew... whew... scared me to death..."

Yun Yao patted her chest, her face still full of lingering fear.

"What's wrong?" Yun Ying quickly helped her, looking her over from head to toe. "Are you injured? Did you run into someone?"

"No... it's nothing..."

Yun Yao waved her hand and shoved the piece of paper into Yun Ying's arms.

"Junior Brother, look quickly!"

"Down the mountain... it's all over the place down there!"

"Something huge has happened out in the Great Wilderness!"

It was a notice. Or rather, it was a wanted poster.

There was a portrait of a person drawn on it. Although the artistry was extremely sloppy, with the facial features twisted like a ghost's, Su Ji still recognized the iconic spear at a glance.

And below the portrait, a line of shocking large characters was written in bright red cinnabar.

[Wanted Notice]

[Fugitive: Su Hao, an Ascender from the Lower Realm.]

[At the Great Wilderness's Third Mining Zone, brutally murdered Zhao Teng, the Young Master of the Zhao Family, and vandalized an Immortal Lord's relic. Crimes heinous and unforgivable!]

[The Imperial Court Mountain hereby issues this bounty!]

[Anyone providing clues to this person's whereabouts shall be rewarded with 100,000 spirit stones!]

[Whoever delivers his head shall be rewarded with 1,000,000 spirit stones and granted the status of an Inner Court Disciple of Imperial Court Mountain!]

[Note: This person is extremely dangerous, of a cruel disposition, and is suspected of wielding demonic sect sorcery. If encountered, report immediately!]

Yun Ying stared at the wanted poster, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

"A million spirit stones... Inner Court Disciple of Imperial Court Mountain..."

He muttered to himself, a hint of shock in his tone.

"Just who in the world is this Su Hao? He actually managed to poke a hole straight through the heavens?"

Yun Yao gulped on the side, her face a mixture of admiration and lingering fear.

"I heard... that Zhao Teng was a genius at the Nascent Soul stage! And he got roasted alive into a crisp by this Su Hao!"

"So terrifying... so brutal..."

"This place of ours is remote. A big demon like that probably won't come to our little corner..."

As she spoke, Yun Ying subconsciously glanced at Su Ji, who was sitting in his wheelchair.

"Right, Fellow Daoist Su Ji?"

Wrong!

Where was that huge wheelchair that had been right there a moment ago?

Then, sweeping his gaze around, Yun Ying finally spotted Su Ji in his wheelchair, speeding away in the distance. Bouncing up and down over the rocky path, the little fox on his shoulder would occasionally fly into the air for a bit due to the uneven terrain, only to land back on his shoulder again.

Just as Su Ji was about to charge straight into the sea of clouds with his wheelchair.

Yun Ying muttered an inner curse and, with a few swift strides and turns, managed at the very last possible moment...

At the cliff's edge, the wind howled.

The sea of clouds churned, as if wanting to devour any living being that stumbled in.

Yun Ying grabbed the wheelchair's armrest with one hand.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

He realized Su Ji had been flung out.

Now, with half his body leaning over the cliff, he was holding Su Ji by the scruff of his neck with one hand.

And Su Ji was still clutching the equally dumbfounded little fox in his hand.

"Whew... whew..."

Yun Ying exerted force in his arm and yanked upwards.

"Up!"

Wheelchair, man, and fox finally landed back on solid ground.

"Thud."

The wheelchair hit the ground.

Before Yun Ying could even straighten his back to catch his breath, a figure rushed over like a whirlwind.

"Slap!"

A sharp sound rang out.

Yun Ying held his forehead, staring in disbelief at his senior sister.

Yun Yao withdrew her hand, her pretty face flushed with anger, her almond-shaped eyes wide open. She pointed at Yun Ying's nose and began her scolding.

"Junior Brother! Have you lost your mind?!"

"I told you to push him out to sunbathe and lift his spirits, not to push him off a cliff!"

"Is this how you take care of a patient?"

Yun Yao's chest heaved violently; she had clearly been terrified by the near miss of Su Ji flying off the cliff.

"Senior Sister, I..."

Yun Ying opened his mouth, his face full of grievance.

But before he could say another word, Yun Yao cut him off like a string of firecrackers.

"You what you!"

"I knew you had a grudge against him! You resent him for being a burden, and you resent him for being of unknown origin!"

"But you can't resort to such dirty tricks!"

"If he had fallen, what would that have done to the reputation of our Yin Yang Sect? Who would ever come to us asking for medicine in the future?"

The more Yun Yao spoke, the angrier she got. She reached out and punched Yun Ying a couple of times on the shoulder.

"When will you learn to be as mature and steady as I am?"

"If we had been even a second later, were you planning to go down to the bottom of the cliff and collect his corpse?"

Yun Ying: "..."

He looked at his senior sister, righteous and indignant, and then at Su Ji, who was sitting in the wheelchair, head bowed, soothing the fox, with an expression that screamed, "I am the victim here."

The hell...

The frame-up was firmly in place...

Yun Ying took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the urge to hurl Su Ji off the cliff.

Reason with his senior sister?

That would be like casting pearls before swine, a complete waste of breath.

In the eyes of this senior sister of his, Su Ji's current half-dead state was basically natural immunity.

"Yes..."

Yun Ying lowered his head, his voice muffled, carrying a tone of resigned helplessness.

"Senior Sister's lecture is correct."

"It was my fault for not watching the path, my hand slipped, I was too reckless."

"I'll be careful next time."

Seeing that her junior brother had admitted his mistakes well, Yun Yao snorted, her anger subsiding somewhat.

She turned around, immediately putting on a concerned expression, and crouched in front of Su Ji, looking him over carefully.

"Fellow Daoist Su Ji, are you alright?"

"Were you scared? Did you get bumped or bruised anywhere?"

"Don't be afraid. As long as I'm here, if this kid ever dares to pull a dangerous stunt like that with you again, just tell me, and I'll take care of him for you!"

Su Ji looked up.

On his pale face, the right amount of lingering fear appeared, and he even cooperated with a couple of coughs.

"Ahem... it's nothing."

"Do not blame Young Master Yun. This road... it was simply too bumpy."

"My humble body is not strong—I couldn't hold on steady. You worried for nothing, Miss Yun."

His words were soft and gentle, with the magnanimity of someone making excuses for another.

When Yun Yao heard them, she felt even more that this man was sensible and strong-willed despite his disability.

When Yun Ying heard them, it was more jarring than the reprimand he had just received.

So hypocritical!

"Fellow Daoist Yun, could you let me have a look at that wanted poster?"

After all, if the drawing looked too much like him, his "Su Ji" disguise might be blown today.

"What? Checking to see if the drawing looks like you?"

"Young Master Yun is joking. I'm just tempted by those 100,000 spirit stones... If I could get them, this injury of mine might not be such a big problem after all."

"Here you go."

Su Ji reached out and took the wanted poster.

He unfolded it.

The first thing that caught his eye was the large "Su Hao" in bold characters.

Then, there was a character portrait taking up half the sheet.

Su Ji stared at the portrait for a full three seconds.

Then.

Silently in his heart, he kowthed with great gratitude to the painter from Imperial Court Mountain.

One hell of a good guy!