Hunting North Mountain (Part 1)

The mountain range Red Cliff City relied upon was known as "North Mountain."

North Mountain was vast and boundless. No one could measure this majestic range, stretching for who knew how many tens of thousands of miles, with nothing but their feet beneath the layers upon layers of mist.

Not even Transcendent or Dao-Entering cultivators.

For thousands of years, Red Cliff City's martial artists had never ceased exploring North Mountain, yet their efforts remained confined to a very limited area.

Even the finest hunters dared not venture too deeply into the mountains, lest they lose their way and become food in the mouths of savage beasts.

People like Wang Chen, who entered North Mountain alone to hunt without any familiarity with its terrain, were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns!

The mist in the mountains thickened and thinned unpredictably. Sometimes, a fierce gust would suddenly sweep through, allowing one to see distant peaks soaring into the clouds. But more often than not, visibility extended only a few dozen paces.

After entering the mountains, Wang Chen never slowed his steps. Instead, he accelerated, his figure turning elusive as he vanished into the dense forest in the blink of an eye.

A moment later, a fully armed team of hunters hurried over.

They stopped before the woods, looking around and searching for traces.

"Damn it!"

One hunter cursed. "That brat runs way too fast, doesn't he?"

"It's fine."

His companion said dismissively, "With Old Foreman here, he won't get away!"

An elderly hunter with graying hair beside them gave a chuckle, revealing a mouthful of blackened yellow teeth.

He bent down and reached out to fiddle with the grass handed to him, then pointed decisively to the right. "That little fellow went this way..."

"Watch out!"

Before the old hunter