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

"This...this...we've caught them?" someone murmured to themselves, their voice hoarse.

One's own failure is certainly terrible, but the success of others... especially success achieved in such an unbelievable and effortless way, is even more heart-wrenching!

Holding a half-broken fishing rod, the spirit master Mo Yu hugged his chubby self, who was wrapped in thick winter clothes. The heart of a seasoned fisherman was shattering into ice shards with a "crackling" sound.

His contracted spirit beast, a jet-black, elegantly slender leopard, silently strolled to his side and glanced at his useless spirit master with an almost indifferent look.

He gracefully lowered his head and tossed the few ordinary ice fish and plump cold pool shrimp he was holding in his mouth to Mo Yu's feet with a "thud".

There was no other way; the leopard had to comfort this spirit master, whose hunting skills were poor but whose perseverance was commendable.

Watching the leopard easily reel in its "basic catch" with its tail, and then looking at his own empty fish basket and broken fishing rod, Mo Yu fell into deep thought, wondering where things had gone wrong...

While Mo Yu was lost in thought, Youbao began to eat the bait that the Spirit Master had carefully prepared early that morning, made from a variety of spiritual ingredients. He made satisfied snorting noises as he ate with relish.

After finishing the snacks, the leopard licked its paws. Its deep leopard eyes saw its master staring blankly at the crystal spirit carp under the turtle's feet, the envy and longing in its eyes almost tangible.

Looking down at the worthless little fish and shrimp he had just given away... a knowing look flashed in Youbao's eyes.

This noble and aloof big cat walked gracefully to the edge of the cold pool. It stretched out a jet-black paw and cautiously and tentatively touched the water's surface.

"Hiss—" The cold touch made the leopard's fur stand on end, and its facial expression twisted uncontrollably for a moment, revealing an expression that was somewhere between disgust and ferocity.

But the next second, as if he had made some great decision, his eyes sharpened, and with a tragic determination like a "hero cutting off his own arm," he stepped firmly into the icy pool with a "plop"!

"A ghost leopard!?"

"Mmm~"

The leopard gave a response that sounded a little distorted from the cold, but was trying to maintain a reassuring tone.

The spirit masters standing nearby, who had been using every trick in the book—coaxing and cajoling—to encourage their spirit beasts to refine their bodies in the icy pool, suddenly changed their expressions! ? ?

They suddenly turned their envious, jealous, and hateful gazes toward the bewildered Mo Yu—how did this good-for-nothing manage to trick the spirit beast into entering the icy pool on its own?

It's still a big cat that doesn't like getting wet...

A fierce exchange of glances took place silently by the pool, the air thick with the smells of sour lemons and existential doubt.

"Little Fatty, didn't you want to raise fish?" Qin Ming secretly transmitted his voice as he watched the Glazed Spirit Carp thrashing about in Little Fatty's paws.

"Don't worry, boss! This one's male... you can still catch turtles!"

Having had a successful experience before, Little Fatty kept his eyes fixed on the remaining fishermen, waiting for his chance to strike.

Qin Ming suppressed the urge to facepalm and quickly put the dazzling, eye-catching Crystal Spirit Carp into the specially made fish basket to avoid further agitating these poor souls.

"You've really taken good care of your turtle!"

Mo Yu, who had no fishing rod available but was pleasantly surprised that his spirit beast was suddenly willing to train its body, walked over.

"This tortoise has bright, piercing eyes and moves like a rabbit?" Although the description became increasingly strange, the central theme of the praise remained unchanged.

One shouldn't hit a smiling face, so Qin Ming politely returned the compliment: "Your leopard is also quite nice, its fur is smooth and glossy, it's clearly well-cared for!"

After the mutual flattery was over, Mo Yu asked the question everyone most wanted to know: "If I may ask... the water in this icy pool is so cold and piercing that even ordinary spirit beasts would feel unbearable pain from touching it..."

"Looking at your turtle... its level doesn't seem to be that high? How can it have such amazing resistance? How... how was it bred?"

Indeed, everyone saw the crux of the matter. While the result of catching the Glazed Spirit Carp was certainly enviable, what was even more outrageous was how the turtle moved freely in the cold pool and even raced against the Glazed Spirit Carp!

If their spirit beasts could do that, wouldn't the mere Glazed Spirit Carp be a piece of cake?

Instantly, the entire area around the icy pool fell silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Even the leisurely old man cast a glance his way.

Under the watchful eyes of countless eager and expectant gazes, Qin Ming pondered for a moment, his mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.

Recalling the pure, innocent look in Little Fatty's eyes before he went into the water, and the old man's words about "tranquility of mind" and "desire," he had a flash of inspiration and said in a sincere, even philosophical tone:

"Perhaps it stems from... a pilgrimage-like devotion and longing for delicious food."

Everyone: ? ? ?

Piety? Longing? A desire for delicious food?

What kind of incredibly mysterious answer is this?!

What happened to the special training methods, rare and precious materials, and hidden bloodlines?

Are you trying to play abstract games with us?!

Just as everyone was speechless at this outrageous answer, Little Fatty, who had been waiting in vain, realized the true level of these fishing enthusiasts.

He shook his head in disappointment and jumped into the icy pool with a "plop".

The water was icy cold, but Little Fatty's heart was burning with passion. He swam resolutely into the deeper water, past the spirit beasts shivering in the shallows.

No one noticed that a certain mysterious pattern on Little Fatty's carapace seemed to be stimulated by the power of the icy pool, causing it to flicker slightly.

Little Fatty felt as if the biting cold had been suddenly sucked away by the space around him, and he immediately felt much lighter.

He moved his limbs nimbly in the cold, dark water, ignoring the chaotic spiritual energy and undercurrents that tried to interfere with his senses, like a precision-guided torpedo, heading straight for a region deep in the cold pool where spiritual energy converged and where the temperature was lowest.

That is where the Crystal Spirit Carp usually lives.

Several fish, their bodies crystal clear, as if crafted from glass, with scales shimmering with a faint light, were leisurely swimming in the water.

They are highly perceptive and can easily detect the distractions in the angler's mind, but the peaceful and comfortable environment deep in the cold pool for many years has made them slightly less vigilant.

Little Fatty had no distracting thoughts; his hunting instincts even allowed him to perfectly conceal his presence.

A slightly smaller, crystal-clear crucian carp, swaying its beautiful tail fin, curiously approached the uninvited guest.

And then... no more.

Little Fatty's neck sprang out with lightning speed, so fast that only a blurry shadow remained!

The other crystal spirit carp fled in panic, but it was too late.

In the end, Xiaoyu's family of three generations reunited in Xiaopang's space.

Little Fatty looked at the numerous fish eggs among the water plants, and could vaguely see the figures of small fish fry moving about. He did not kill them all.

This is my first time raising blue-and-white crucian carp, and I don't have much experience with turtles. My mentor once said that you should always have a few backup plans.

He slapped down with his paw, leaving a spatial marker so he could take a shortcut next time he came...

Water splashed up again.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone on the shore, Little Fatty proudly emerged from the water, his mouth empty, which reassured the fisherman somewhat.

Seeing Qin Ming chatting happily with other spirit masters, and considering that the other party was "moved" to tears by being fed a few small fish and shrimp, Little Fatty suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Boss, you've worked so hard raising the turtles all this time! Duck Bro has been training really hard lately, and the turtles caught some fish for you guys to help you recover!"

Before Qin Ming could fully process his emotions, Little Fatty stretched out his chubby paws and began to calculate seriously.

"One big one, one turtle..."

"One duck, one turtle..."

"One Cangxuan, one tortoise..."

"There's one left. Xiao Bao probably can't finish it. It's too hard for the turtle to catch fish, so let's give it to the turtle..."

Qin Ming: ...