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

Qin Ming, carrying the grand ideal of "saving the drought-stricken areas," arrived at the high-speed rail station entrance with a spirited air, wearing an ethereal linen robe and a bamboo hat, and carrying an incense burner. He was stopped by the expressionless security guard.

"Sir, please wait a moment." The young man pointed to the antique bronze incense burner on the conveyor belt. "This needs to be opened for inspection."

Qin Ming's confident movements froze, his heart skipped a beat, but he still cooperated and opened the door.

The young man picked up the sandalwood incense sticks from the incense burner and examined them carefully. The police dog next to him sniffed them and then walked away, seemingly indicating that there was indeed nothing wrong with them.

Qin Ming had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the young man's sharp gaze fall on his waist—a peach wood short sword that he had carefully selected online and that looked quite old, all for the sake of style.

"Sir, you can't bring this." The young man's tone was calm but firm.

"Surely not? This is just a peach wood craft, it's not even sharpened! Look, it's blunt!"

He even flicked the blade with his finger to show that it was harmless.

"Regulations are regulations, and there are safety hazards involved. Moreover..."

The young man looked him up and down, his gaze lingering for a few seconds on the man's attire, which seemed out of place among the hurried travelers around him. "Please do not wear unusual clothing, so as not to affect public order and the normal passage of other passengers."

Qin Ming was powerless to refute, and in the end, his beloved "magical artifact," the peach wood sword, left him.

Holding the incense burner, feeling utterly insecure, he reluctantly passed through the high-speed rail security checkpoint.

After several twists and turns, I finally arrived at the airport, only to beep—verification failed.

Qin Ming got stuck when he went through the security gate for facial recognition.

The security guard came over, regulated the order behind him, and said to Qin Ming, "Sir, please try again."

Machine: "Beep—Verification failed. Please confirm your identity?"

The security officer leaned closer to the screen, then looked at Qin Ming's innocent face, his tone slightly uncertain: "Sir... your makeup and hairstyle seem a little different from your ID card; the machine can't recognize it. Would you please come with me to the side for manual verification?"

Qin Ming: "..."

Amidst the curious yet barely suppressed laughter of the surrounding travelers, his initial attempt failed, and he had no choice but to sheepishly follow, clutching the incense burner and carrying his straw hat.

Qin Ming had considered putting the items into his spatial storage, but purchasing these specific items on short notice was troublesome, and it would be even more absurd if they appeared out of thin air.

As for not bringing any accessories? He was afraid that some "clever person" would take a picture of him and upload it online.

If he gets photographed dressed like this, it will be the "rain-seeking priest" who loses face, not Qin Ming.

He still cherishes the quiet and peaceful life in reality and continues to strive for it.

Qin Ming, who had pulled his straw hat down to try and conceal his face, regained some confidence. He tentatively asked the security guard who was leading the way in a low voice, "Um... comrade, it wasn't this strict before, was it?"

The security guard glanced at him and patiently explained, "Well, it's mainly because there's been a lot of people imitating this 'Taoist doctor' thing online lately, with all sorts of weird costumes. It's a real mixed bag."

"Some criminals and swindlers have also infiltrated the group, causing some negative impacts. Therefore, the authorities have demanded stricter management of this type of clothing and items."

The more Qin Ming listened, the more uneasy and pained he felt, as if he had been criticized from afar and had shot himself in the foot.

This is outrageous! Not only do they imitate his image, but they also neglect their duties and embarrass him today! What kind of people are they?!

Feeling annoyed, Qin Ming walked with his head down. At the entrance of the artificial passage, he bumped into a strange person dressed even more outrageously than himself.

The person was wearing a gaudy, oversized robe covered with crooked, grotesque scribbles. His eyes were unfocused, and he lacked any semblance of proper training or refinement. Even when cosplaying, he hadn't put in the real effort to study the art.

Their eyes met briefly in the air, then both revealed undisguised disgust and turned their faces away in unison.

"Boss, something's off about this guy!"

Just then, the miniature version of Little Fatty, hidden in the inner pocket of Qin Ming's linen robe, sent a message through the contract.

"How so?" Qin Ming's heart skipped a beat.

"Hmm, his heart is beating so fast and erratically!"

"Maybe it's because he's sick or he was nervous when he was stopped at security?" Qin Ming didn't rush to conclusions. "Anything else?"

"Yes! That bulging thing in his arms...smells like it's not his! Anyway, Turtle thinks something's wrong with him!" Little Fatty was much more specific this time.

"Are you sure?" Qin Ming's eyes narrowed slightly; the spirit beast's intuition was worth trusting.

"I swear on the shrimp!" Little Fatty's tone was resolute.

That makes perfect sense! A thief? Or a pickpocket?

Qin Ming's expression remained unchanged, but he took a small step back, instinctively wanting to outsmart the enemy or call for reinforcements.

But then he thought, this is Blue Star, and with his current physical condition, dealing with a petty thief is a piece of cake.

So he casually took half a step forward and struck up a conversation: "Hey... buddy, are you here for this too?"

The strange man took a step back with heightened vigilance.

Qin Ming, concealed by a bamboo hat, appeared unfathomable. He lowered his voice and asked, "Did you get the goods?"

The strange man frowned, somewhat confused about the situation.

"Who are you……"

"Who I am is none of your business!" Qin Ming interrupted him, his tone carrying an undeniable air of authority. He directly reached out his hand. "I'm just asking you, where's the stuff? Give it to me!"

The strange man was intimidated by his imposing manner and instinctively clutched his bulging abdomen, blurting out, "N-nothing! What is it?"

"I saw it all!" Qin Ming pressed closer. "Stop hiding, hand it over!"

The strange man was completely bewildered and confused. He instinctively tried to explain, "I have... oh! You mean this? The sugar I just bought! Yes, the sugar!"

He seemed to have finally found a reasonable explanation.

Qin Ming's expression went blank for a moment. The things he just bought... it's understandable that the aura was off. How could he have trusted Little Fatty so easily?

Little Fatty has over a billion shrimp, so losing a few won't make a difference...

"I have low blood sugar, so I carry it with me at all times."

Seeing Qin Ming's stunned expression, the other person's eyes flickered, and they began to make up for it again.

Something's not right! A glint flashed in Qin Ming's eyes.

—If you really have hypoglycemia, why would you carry sugar with you and then buy more at the last minute?

Why would you specifically buy this kind of bagged white sugar?

This doesn't make sense!

Without further hesitation, Qin Ming stepped forward and precisely grabbed the wrist that the other person was trying to reach into his arms!

"Police! This person is suspicious!"

He turned to warn the airport security personnel who had rushed over, and his superhuman strength erupted instantly, locking the other person firmly like an iron clamp, making all their struggles futile.

The airport security personnel watched as two strange figures—one wearing a straw hat whose face was obscured—subdued the other, who was dressed in a robe scribbled with bizarre symbols…

They looked at each other for a moment, confused and unsure of who to help.

The unprecedented and miraculous feat made Qin Ming somewhat giddy, as he looked at the security personnel who hadn't responded immediately.

He knowingly took the evidence from the strange man's arms to prove his innocence.

Huh? This bag is 'white sugar,' and what's that hard thing next to it...?

Before he could figure it out, he pulled out half of a cold, hard, metallic object.

The air in the entire airport security area seemed to freeze at that moment.

"Put it down! Put down your weapons immediately!"

"Hands up!"

"Don't move!!"

Several sharp shouts, almost shattered, suddenly rang out from all around.

The security personnel, who had been hesitant, suddenly changed their expressions and became alert, almost simultaneously reaching for their police equipment at their waists!

Police officers are rushing towards us from afar!

Qin Ming stared at the half-eaten, dark object gleaming with a deadly cold light in his hand, and fell completely silent, his mind going blank...

Wooden gun!?