Chapter 259: Hunting the Sixth Tier

The next day.

The sky was just beginning to brighten.

Jiang Cheng and Ye Ying ate early and went out to hunt Exotic Beasts in the wilderness.

They rode in the modified truck; the original one was temporarily parked in the underground garage.

After all, what now limits their earnings isn't luck or precise Gunmanship, but cargo capacity.

A pickup's load is too low; it can't even carry six or seven game animals.

But a truck can easily haul twenty.

Of course, everything has pros and cons.

The downside of an off‑road truck is that it's bulky and considerably slower.

Even at dawn, a few people were stationed at the village's entrance, watching the vehicles leave the settlement.

When they saw a truck slowly approaching, they first widened their eyes, then averted their gazes, unwilling to meet the eyes of the two inside.

Only after the truck exited the village and vanished into the vast wilderness did they breathe a sigh of relief.

"I didn't expect them; they really took out Chen Jun's group," someone gasped, whispering.

"Yeah, I knew that man and woman weren't ordinary. This place—one slip and you're reduced to bones. Yet they dared come; they're clearly masters."

"One of them is even a Spiritual Thought Master."

"What? Spiritual Thought Master?"

The people around grew even more astonished at that.

"Yesterday someone found the bodies of Chen Jun's men; they had no gunshot wounds, only countless tiny holes—perhaps needle‑sized but dense. It could only be the work of a Spiritual Thought Master."

"No wonder. I said Chen Jun's crew was large and firepower fierce; they must have provoked a Spiritual Thought Master, and in an instant lost several men."

"Indeed."

The crowd murmured in agreement.

They least wanted to provoke people like that.

It's said that some powerful Spiritual Thought Masters not only wield Psychic Weapons but also possess Spiritual Attack Methods that are impossible to defend against.

"Hey, which of the two is the Spiritual Thought Master? The man or the woman driving?"

"No need to ask; it's definitely the woman!"

"Exactly, no guessing needed—have you ever seen a gunman sit in the driver's seat while hunting?"

"When I came back yesterday, I saw the man holding a gun in his hand."

Jiang Cheng didn't realize they were discussing him and Ye Ying.

But on this outing, he could clearly feel the hostile glances from behind had almost vanished.

As for the reason—

He guessed it had to do with the truck they were riding in.

Anyway, he welcomed that outcome.

After all, he only wanted to hunt peacefully for money, not fight and kill.

The pickup's one‑hour route took the truck over an hour, but their luck held; shortly after rounding the foothills, they spotted a herd of Exotic Beasts.

Their body length was similar to the Black Mane Pig they'd seen before—just over three meters—but their height was markedly taller, about two meters fifty‑six.

They were stout, especially the front half, as if covered in muscle, and each side of the head bore a pair of arm‑length horns, looking exceptionally sharp.

"Looks like a cow, doesn't it?"

Jiang Cheng widened his eyes, scrutinizing them while thinking to himself.

At least outwardly, there wasn't much difference.

But the reason they're called Exotic Beasts must be some distinction—like speed. A normal cow might take ten‑plus seconds to run a hundred meters; these, with thighs thicker than a rhino's, could cover it in under a few seconds.

"That's a Sixth‑Tier Exotic Beast, a Black Barbarian Ox."

Ye Ying's eyes flashed. "Sixth‑Tier Exotic Beast?"

Jiang Cheng jumped in surprise, but given the size—almost twice that of the Fifth‑Tier Black Mane Pig—calling it Sixth Tier made sense.

Compared with the Sixth‑Tier Double‑Horned Rhino they'd met before, there was still a gap; the rhino's length neared five meters, only slightly shorter than this medium‑sized truck.

"Don't worry."

Ye Ying explained, "These guys are Sixth‑Tier Exotic Beasts, but they're the easiest to handle. Aside from being a bit stronger, their defense and speed aren't superior to other Sixth‑Tier beasts. Just keep your distance; avoid being rammed or struck."

Jiang Cheng understood at that point.

Sure enough, the early bird gets the worm.

He counted three Black Barbarian Ox, all similar in size, each with stout horns—apparently three bulls.

A whole Sixth‑Tier Exotic Beast fetches between 300,000 and 500,000; at 300,000 each, three amount to 900,000.

The next moment, he raised his sniper rifle, aimed at the lead ox's abdomen, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A gunshot rang.

The Black Barbarian Ox fell with the sound.

The bullet lodged deep, shredding its organs; a flood of blood spurted out, instantly staining the ground and nearby grass crimson.

Yet its strong vitality forced it to rise and sprint into the distance.

The other two oxes reacted, each bolting in different directions.

No matter how fast they were, they couldn't outrun the bullet.

Jiang Cheng kept firing, even giving the first wounded one two extra shots.

That creature was gravely injured and wouldn't last long; it would collapse after running, but if it ran far and drew others, that would be troublesome.

After suffering another heavy blow, that black barbarian ox finally collapsed to the ground and could not get up again.

As for the other two, Jiang Cheng, now experienced, didn't stint on bullets and felled them with just two or three shots.

"No wonder it's a sixth-tier exotic beast."

Jiang Cheng smiled at Ye Ying.

"Your marksmanship is still better."

Ye Ying also showed a faint smile.

"Just practiced."

The two drove up, got out of the car, and Jiang Cheng grabbed one of the hind legs, about to lift it, but then gave up.

Because he felt that each of these three huge beasts weighed seven or eight hundred kilograms, and as a second-level Force Warrior he simply didn't have that kind of strength.

"Let me do it."

Ye Ying effortlessly lifted one of them and pushed it into the trunk.

Seeing that there was still more than half the space left, Jiang Cheng felt even more relieved; glad they had this vehicle, otherwise switching to a pickup would leave little room even if the three could fit, wasting a whole day on the road.

Ye Ying was also delighted.

Selling these three black barbarian oxen for a million is no problem; each would net five hundred thousand, and with her already having over two million, the three-million goal is not far off.

The finest A-level psychic weapon is right before our eyes.

"Let's go."

Jiang Cheng spoke up.

"Mm."

The two got back in the car and continued forward along the mountain base.

(End of chapter)