The middle-aged man had never expected that Ling Zhiyuan, normally pampered and spoiled, with talent but no real strength, would actually know the underworld tricks of counter-tracking.
He was deeply suspicious, suspecting that someone had rescued the young master of the Ling Family.
He therefore ordered his men to conduct a careful search of the surrounding area.
They did find a few traces, but their most important tool—the hunting dogs—had already been crippled. As a result, they wandered through the mountains and forests without uncovering many useful clues.
"Keep searching!"
The middle-aged man was extremely unwilling to accept this. He said viciously, "Bring him to me alive, or bring me his corpse! Whoever catches that little bastard, dead or alive, will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold, a fief of a hundred households, and a superior cultivation technique!"
At his words, all the Martial Artists' eyes lit up.
As the saying went, people died for wealth, birds died for food. Such a generous reward was enough to make hundreds or thousands brave fire and water. It was truly a great fortune!
Moreover, everyone knew that the young master of the Ling Family loved literature and despised martial arts. Though already in his teens, he possessed only the strength of a mere first-rank Martial Trainee.
As long as they found him, anyone here could easily take him down!
Seeing everyone's morale soar in an instant, the middle-aged man waved his hand and ordered, "Split up and search. If you encounter danger, immediately send up a signal flare. Whether you can seize this opportunity depends on yourselves!"
While the Martial Artists scattered to search for Ling Zhiyuan, Wang Chen was making his way through the mountain forest ten li away.
The surrounding mountains were high and the forest dense. Towering