Chapter 95: So He Had Gone Hunting with the Young Master!

“Incredible.” Wang Chen gave a thumbs-up, then asked, puzzled, “So why can’t you go in and claim it yourself? Why do you need someone to help you?”

“Oh, because I haven’t reached the age to receive a bow yet. You have to be sixteen,” Su replied softly.

“You’re not sixteen?” Wang Chen asked.

“No, I’m twelve today,” Su answered.

Twelve years old?

Wang Chen was shocked as he sized up Su, who was almost taller than himself. With Su’s rugged features, he looked older than Wang Chen.

“What’s wrong? You think I’m qualified too, right?” Su misunderstood Wang Chen’s expression. “Exactly! I don’t get why we have to wait till sixteen. I could have done it at eight—now I’m just more stable!”

Well, he really is steady.

Wang Chen could only accept it with resignation. The mission was what it was—what could he do?

After Su obtained the bow, the Windhunter tribesmen who assisted him led them to a cave nearby and handed Su a bag of food and water.

Then the two hurried off to the trial grounds.

…

Beneath a cloud-piercing peak, Wang Chen and Su were preparing for the climb.

During their journey, Wang Chen noticed that there were hardly any ferocious beasts attacking them. Even when there were, the beasts fled at the mere sight of the pair.

This was likely because the Windhunter tribe often occupied this area and hunted the beasts.

No wonder no professionals came to explore this place—it wasn’t even worth farming monsters.

But this also made Wang Chen uneasy. If things were this easy now, it meant what awaited him would be something truly formidable.

After all, his job change quest was five-star difficulty.

Wang Chen had asked Su about the content of the Warrior’s Trial along the way.

He learned that the trial was tied to the origin of the Windhunter tribe’s name.

They must hunt a particularly troublesome ferocious beast. Su said it was called Gale—a gigantic bird.

When it flew, it was so fast and soared so high that people on the ground felt only a blast of wind before it vanished.

Hence, the beast was called Gale.

Su’s description was vague, which made Wang Chen anxious. He felt they needed more information before formulating a plan to hunt Gale.

Faced with Wang Chen’s worry, Su dismissed it as needless anxiety. When Wang Chen asked why Su was so confident, Su simply flashed a mysterious smile.

A while later, a group approached Wang Chen, and he finally understood why Su was so calm.

Everywhere he looked, he saw tall, burly Windhunter tribesmen—five in total—all appearing fierce and battle-ready.

“So they’re coming with us to hunt Gale?”

After Su confirmed this, Wang Chen felt puzzled.

He asked, “What’s your relationship with your tribe’s chief? Is he your father?”

Su shook his head. “The chief isn’t my father, he’s my grandfather.”

That made sense! Everything fell into place.

So, the whole crew was accompanying the young master into danger, letting him shine.

Wang Chen was filled with mixed emotions, recalling a news story from his previous life. A rich teenager had climbed the world’s highest peak, setting the youngest summit record.

He and his friends had joked that with enough money, even if you were paralyzed, the Sherpas could carry you up on a stretcher.

Now he realized his perspective had been narrow. Climbing Everest was nothing—if you had power and influence, even gods would escort you through carnage.

Wang Chen felt a surge of reluctance to work for the wealthy, so he focused only on securing his own gear rather than helping with the climb preparations.

He watched as the Windhunter tribesmen bustled about, preparing everything for Su. Two of them tied Su to themselves with ropes.

This way, should anything happen, Su wouldn’t fall.

After more than half an hour, the group began their ascent.

At first, everything went smoothly. One Windhunter tribesman led the way, and the others followed his footholds.

Their safety measures were decent—homemade iron wedges hammered into the cliff, attached to ropes tied to their bodies, forming simple lifelines.

Wang Chen’s physical strength, enhanced by vitality, made climbing less effortless than for the naturally strong Windhunter tribesmen, but it wasn’t too difficult.

But halfway up, disaster struck.

Someone not far above Wang Chen began to sway violently, almost convulsing, loosening his safety rope. He teetered on the verge of falling.

Wang Chen didn’t know what happened. He braced himself with his legs, held the safety rope with one hand for balance, and freed the other to cast Immobilization.

But he was a moment too late. The man plummeted. Wang Chen’s light shot from his palm, barely grazing the man, striking the cliff instead.

He could only watch helplessly as the man crashed below with a dull thud.

Wang Chen cursed under his breath, canceled the Immobilization, and drank a stimulant from his storage.

The group was in turmoil.

“What happened? How did he fall?” Su shouted.

A Windhunter tribesman closer to the fallen man replied, “I don’t know—he just started swaying, like he was drunk.”

Wang Chen reflected on the man’s behavior before he fell—it felt oddly familiar. Suddenly, he realized it was just like the beasts poisoned by his antidote bracelet.

He turned to Su and shouted, “Tell everyone to be careful—there might be poisonous creatures on this cliff!”

Thanks to the translator, Wang Chen understood the Windhunter tribe’s language, but they didn’t all know human speech, so Su had to relay his warning.

Su’s youth became an advantage; he wasn’t overly cautious and trusted Wang Chen, passing the message along immediately.

The group halted their climb and began searching for poisonous creatures.

Suddenly, someone shouted, “I think I found it! Is it these bugs? This one—not just one, there are lots!”

Everyone looked toward where he pointed, but to avoid dragging others down if someone fell, they were spaced out and couldn’t see the bugs clearly.

Wang Chen’s eyes flashed with a blue-green light, focusing on the man.

Moments later, a new perspective appeared in Wang Chen’s mind.

He saw, in a small round hole in the cliff, brightly colored locust-like insects emerging.

His eyes flickered purple, and ferocious beast information appeared in his mind.

[Sky Poison Locust lv7]
[Ability: After biting prey, releases a potent toxin, killing the victim in a short time. This also destroys the heart’s blood vessels, leading to rapid death.]

The Windhunter tribesman who found the locusts drew a short blade from his waist and stabbed at the approaching insects.

“It’s too late! Plug up that hole first!” Wang Chen shouted urgently.

The name Sky Poison Locust said it all—they could fly. In this precarious environment, they couldn’t possibly kill them all; blocking their source was the wiser move.