Beast Taming: Starting from Transmigration and Starting with a Cheat Code

"Holy crap!" someone exclaimed halfway through the journey, "That turtle is incredibly fast!"

Sitting on the turtle's back, Qin Ming smiled without saying a word. When Little Fatty has a specific goal, everything in the world will give way to his devout heart.

The closer you get to the back of the mountain, the cooler and more humid the air seems to become. The usual birdsong and insect chirps gradually become less frequent, and the road gradually changes from a regular stone path to a rugged trail.

Qin Ming vaguely sensed that the concentration of spiritual energy in the air was indeed slowly increasing, but at the same time, an invisible pressure was also quietly spreading.

This reminded him of the post about "Refining the Body in the Cold Pool," but in his personal experience, although it was cold, it was far from unbearable.

Qin Ming estimated that most of the senior students' spirit beasts were between level 25 and 35, with very few approaching level 40.

It appears to be a chubby character with a level higher than 21, but in terms of defense and speed alone, it's hard to say whether it's a chubby character in its normal state.

Compared to the chubby guy who's full of enthusiasm, there's no comparison at the moment...

"Dude, hurry up! We're going to be so slow we won't get there before dark!?"

"Are you swearing?"

"Who insulted you? Look at yourself, who can outrun this tortoise?"

The person who had collapsed to the ground struggled to lift his head, then stared blankly into the distance.

The higher they climbed, the greater the invisible pressure became. Many spirit beasts and spirit masters even experienced symptoms of high altitude and lack of oxygen, making it difficult for them to walk. But Little Fatty's steps remained steady as ever.

He passed yet another person and animal trudging along the road, listening to everyone's various expressions of shock and complaints about the snail's pace.

Enjoying the ride provided by the chubby little car, Qin Ming felt a sense of peace in his heart, and his past passive training was finally beginning to show results.

Looking at the upperclassmen on the road who were wearing increasingly thick clothes, Qin Ming, who was dressed lightly, stretched and yawned. "Mystic Turtle Protection" has this use too?

He only found out today.

After a journey that was not easy for others.

Accompanied by a faint rumbling sound, after passing through the last dense fir forest, Qin Ming's vision suddenly opened up—

A huge, cold pool came into view.

The pool water has a deep, almost inky blue color, with a faint white mist floating on the surface, and the rocks on the edge of the pool are covered with a layer of glistening frost.

The waterfall plunges down from a cliff tens of meters high, crashing into the pool with a deafening roar and splashing countless icy water droplets.

The entire environment was beautiful, yet it exuded a chilling sense of desolation and coldness.

At this moment, the edge of the cold pool was not deserted.

There were four or five groups of people scattered around the pool, seemingly trying to catch fish or practice physical training.

Most of them are well-equipped, wearing specially made cold-weather and waterproof clothing, holding fishing rods that look expensive, or even using extraordinary objects with spiritual energy fluctuations as bait.

But Qin Ming, who had relevant experience, knew that the better equipped the fishing boat was, the more likely it was a fisherman who knew how to use air force.

His gaze swept across the edge of the pool, finally settling on an inconspicuous figure at the edge.

He was an old man dressed in gray cloth, with white hair and beard, a simple face, and wrinkles etched by the years and the elements.

He wasn't wearing an overly thick coat or any high-end equipment; he was simply sitting quietly on a small stool.

He held an ordinary, thin wooden stick that seemed to have been casually folded, with a nearly transparent fishing line tied to the end, which dangled into the cold pool water.

His posture was so relaxed, so out of place with the surrounding atmosphere, as if he hadn't come to the cold pond to challenge the rare crucian carp, but was simply enjoying the pleasure of fishing by the pond in his own backyard.

Qin Ming's heart stirred, and he walked over, trying his best to make his tone sound humble and curious:

"Sir, may I ask if there are any 'Glassy Spirit Carp' in this water? I... saw the post on the academy and came here because of its reputation."

Upon hearing the voice, the old man slowly turned his head. His eyes were not cloudy, but rather held a peace and insight that came from having experienced the world.

He looked Qin Ming up and down and at his feet the turtle that was staring eagerly at the pool, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

"young people,"

The old man's voice was soothing, carrying a calming power.

"The Crystal Spirit Carp, of course, exists. This cold pool has its own mysteries, containing pure icy spiritual energy, which has indeed nurtured such a rare treasure."

Then he changed the subject, his tone becoming distant and leisurely.

"But... as you can see, the ice in this cold pool is thick, it's not something that formed in a single day."

The chill here is no ordinary chill; it penetrates deep into the bone marrow and freezes one's vital energy and spiritual power, making it difficult for ordinary spirit beasts to venture deep inside.

He swept his hand holding the wooden stick over the spirit beast shivering as it refined its body at the edge of the pool, then shook his finger at the center of the pool: "The deeper you go, the colder it gets."

"The crystal spirit carp was born and raised here and has long been adapted to this environment. Although it has not yet developed intelligence, its instincts are exceptionally sharp. Ordinary methods would make it difficult to even get close to it, let alone capture it."

They can sense fluctuations in spiritual energy, see through the trajectory of fishing nets, and even detect the greed and anxiety in the hearts of anglers.

"Look at those people," the old man said, his gaze sweeping over the busy figures. His tone was calm, without any hint of mockery.

"While the equipment is excellent and the mind is quick, the heart is not calm, the breath is not in harmony, and the desires are too strong."

The spiritual energy emanating from his body was like a torch in the dark to the spirit carp—conspicuous and blinding. Why would they easily take the bait? It would only be a waste of their energy.

He seemed to be implying something, yet it also seemed like he was just making a casual comment.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming felt a chill run down his spine. The old man's words were calm, yet they went straight to the heart of the matter.

He looked again at the hunters who had gone to great lengths, and sure enough, he could see an undisguised eagerness and desire in their movements and expressions.

The water in the cold pool remained deep and calm, as if silently mocking their futile efforts.

After the little fat boy tentatively extended his paw and bared his teeth, Qin Ming humbly asked for guidance.

"Then... in your opinion, sir, what should be done...?"

The old man chuckled and shook the incredibly simple "fishing rod" in his hand: "This old man is just here to try his luck. Like Jiang Taigong fishing, those who are willing will take the bait."

"When your mind is calm and your aura blends with the cold pool, perhaps that spirit carp will find your bait more pleasing and less annoying?"

Just then, a sudden exclamation and commotion arose from the group of students nearby who were using the treasure as bait!

The fishing rod was bent into a full arc, clearly indicating that a large catch had been caught.

"Pull it quickly!"

But the next second, the fishing rod snapped, and the big fish easily escaped. A streak of glassy light could be seen flashing across the water and disappearing quickly.

The students were dumbfounded, their faces turning ashen as they stared at the half-broken fishing rod in their hands.

The people nearby suddenly remembered something, and upon checking, they discovered that all the bait was gone. Considering how easily the fish escaped, it seemed like they'd been set up…

The old man withdrew his gaze, gave Qin Ming a meaningful shake of his head, as if to say: See?

The chubby boy, who was completely focused, seemed to have his sights set on his target and jumped into the icy pool with a "plop".

Qin Ming's attention was instantly drawn back, and he couldn't care about anything else; he stared intently at the water's surface.

"Damn, it's so cold, I need to get out of here..."

Then there was silence, and just as Qin Ming was starting to get worried—

"Splash!"

Little Fatty burst out of the water, with a crystal spirit carp, full of spiritual energy and with dazzling scales, in its mouth!

He scrambled up to Qin Ming, dropped his prize, and wagged his tail smugly.

She glanced at Qin Ming with a smug look, then gave the old man a disdainful look.

Old man: "..."

Everyone on the shore: "..."

The students, who had just lost their fishing rods and bait: ? ? ?

This fish looks so familiar... I feel even more strongly that I've been set up.

Qin Ming looked at the priceless, lively glass spirit carp at his feet, then at the astonishment on the old man's face.

In the deathly silence and atmosphere of existential doubt surrounding him, he gave an awkward laugh.

"Little Fatty...maybe...has a special connection with this fish."