Harvesting White Silver Fruit, testing its allure, digging the tunnels, pinpointing the target's exact location, mapping out the line of attack — Shen Cong threw himself heart and soul into the hunt for the Great Lynx.

The Great Lynx could be judged an ultimate-grade jin beast, though in build and bearing it fell short of the saltwater croc.

Its Talent was likely considerably smaller too.

Smaller or not, Shen Cong treated it as an ultimate-grade jin beast on par with the saltwater croc, and prepared for the hunt in earnest all the same.

"February 27th. Northwest wind, force two. Cloudy skies… a fine day for a hunt." Shen Cong stood behind a cluster of trees three hundred meters off, watching through the Third Eye as the Great Lynx lay in its den.

It hadn't eaten a thing the day before, and judging by how distended its belly was, its next mealtime was drawing near.

At Shen Cong's feet sat a heap of White Silver Fruit, bagged to mask the iron fruit's scent. He drew a deep breath, tore the bag open a crack, lit a homemade firecracker, and tossed it on the ground.

Then he swiftly ducked into the tunnel and left the scene.

Five seconds after Shen Cong left, the firecracker went off with a crack, jolting the alert Great Lynx awake. Like a blur, it crashed through the trees and charged toward the spot where the firecracker had burst.

No intruder in its territory, of course — only a heap of White Silver Fruit.

Its keen nose filled entirely with the iron fruit's fragrance. The Great Lynx at once began sniffing all over the White Silver Fruit, drool dripping to the ground. Its two ears twitched this way and that; it raised its head to scan the surroundings, found nothing amiss, only the fruit's fragrance.

Guard dropped, the Great Lynx could bear it no longer — its tongue curled, and dozens of White Silver Fruit went down its throat, chewed and swallowed.

White Silver Fruit's particular Activity was the kind that, once you started eating, you couldn't stop.