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

After a good night's sleep, Qin Ming woke up to the first light of dawn, with a thin veil of morning mist. His spirit beasts were all there, even Little Fatty had returned.

The little fat boy slept soundly with his paws folded together.

Keda, on the other hand, hid its head in its wings and stood on one leg.

As for Cang Xuan, he woke up the instant Qin Ming regained consciousness, his clear eyes fixed on Qin Ming.

"Good morning, Cangxuan." Qin Ming stretched, his voice still sleepy.

"Awoo." Cangxuan let out a low growl as a greeting, its tail lightly sweeping the ground.

Although it was still early morning and Little Fatty was still sleeping adorably, Qin Ming had no choice but to take him out, hoping that at this time when even sanitation workers might not be on duty, the riverbank could regain its usual quiet and tranquility.

"Little Fatty, time to get up and go to the river."

The little fat boy didn't move an inch, his paws kicking wildly involuntarily.

Helpless, Qin Ming had no choice but to reach out and hug him. The little fat boy skillfully shrunk his body to the size of a palm, just like a piece of black jade.

Looking at his long-unseen physique, Qin Ming casually picked it up, and almost strained his back the next second.

This unexpected event dispelled Qin Ming's last bit of sleepiness. He gasped, steadied himself, focused his energy in his dantian, and exerted his strength rationally, finally regaining some control in his hands.

Perhaps because the smell was familiar, the little fat boy didn't move an inch throughout the whole process, sleeping like a dead pig, letting him do whatever he wanted.

Qin Ming's lips twitched, and his idea of ​​letting Little Fatty do things on his own was stillborn.

Treating it as a morning exercise, Qin Ming, covered in sweat, led Xiao Pang to the riverbank at five in the morning.

He thought he had gotten up early enough, since he had never gotten up this early even during his school years.

However, once they arrived at the destination, they realized something was wrong!

There were already people on the riverbank, and more than one!

Several dark figures sat scattered along the water's edge, their silhouettes blending into the fishing rods they had set up.

Even with the gradually brightening daylight, he could clearly see that one of the fish baskets was half-submerged in the water, with dark shadows inside, indicating that they had already "caught something"!

What time did they arrive?

The cool morning breeze swept by, and Qin Ming felt a chill in his heart.

"Hey! Young man, what a coincidence! We meet again!" A slightly familiar voice rang out.

Qin Ming stiffly turned his head and saw the enthusiastic fisherman from last night rubbing his hands as he stood up from a small stool, his face showing the fatigue of staying up all night but still a warm smile.

"But you're too late! Breakfast is almost over!"

Qin Ming's expression froze, and he turned to him haltingly.

The onlookers seemed oblivious to Qin Ming's stunned expression, continuing to share their experience: "No kidding, we anglers are all about getting there early. Clear water, hungry fish, no disturbances! See that guy over there in the windbreaker? He got there yesterday... uh, this morning at 3:30!"

Qin Ming: "..."

His face clearly said, "I don't understand you people, but I'm deeply shocked and reasonably suspect that we live in different time dimensions."

Of course, after walking a few steps, he found that things weren't as exaggerated as they seemed.

There are some anglers, but not many.

At least less than last night. Come to think of it, with such a big incident yesterday, anyone with a weak heart or a stubborn head wouldn't have done it again!

"Which spots are already taken? Could you point them out? I'd like to find a quiet place." Qin Ming exhaled a puff of white breath, rubbed his slightly frozen hands, and took the opportunity to inquire.

This onlooker was indeed a professional, reciting the details with great familiarity. In just a few words, he listed the location of several fishing spots with people, the water depth, and even the possible fish species:

"Under that old willow tree, the water is deep and big fish lurk, but Old Zhang has taken it... That backwater bay has a lot of debris, making it easy to get caught on the bottom, and nobody goes there... Further upstream, that shallow area has a lot of aquatic plants, but now that it's cold, the fish don't like to go there, so it's empty..."

Qin Ming had a general idea of ​​the spots. Although he could see them himself, some fishing spots were hidden behind reeds or under embankments, so asking a few more questions would be safer.

Before thanking him and leaving, he couldn't help but exclaim from the bottom of his heart, "You guys... you've come really early!"

—The rooster hasn't crowed yet, and the tortoise is still dreaming!

"Us?" The onlooker scratched his head and chuckled. "A few of us didn't go back yesterday."

Qin Ming, who had already taken two steps, suddenly stopped and slowly turned his head: ?

"I figured we couldn't waste the nest we'd dug!" This explanation seemed perfectly reasonable.

"That makes perfect sense." And someone actually agreed!?

Qin Ming's lips twitched; he simply couldn't fit into this group of fishing enthusiasts.

He was cold and hungry; it was so early in the morning, and even the breakfast vendors hadn't set up their stalls yet!

Qin Ming only realized this halfway through, and turning back was not a practical matter.

He could only brave the cold wind and miserably pull out a cold, hard loaf of bread he bought from a convenience store from his personal spatial stone, and dry-nibble on it a few times in the cold air.

The taste was bland and the texture was rough, which wouldn't normally be a big deal, but recently my little chubby has spoiled my appetite, so this meal was really unpleasant.

Feeling a bit down, Qin Ming took out the heavy burden he had been carrying all the way from his backpack—Little Fatty.

Although his limited field of vision made it difficult for him to completely avoid people, Qin Ming had a solution.

He chose a spot on the bank close to the water's surface, squatted down, and gently slapped the water.

"Oh, here to release a creature? But this water..." A spectator who had been watching Qin Ming from a distance couldn't help but speak up when he saw him take out a live creature and approach the water's edge, his tone somewhat hesitant.

"No, I'm here to walk my turtle," Qin Ming said calmly.

The first part of the sentence relieved the onlookers. While they enjoyed fishing, they had also witnessed too many absurd incidents of indiscriminately releasing animals into the wild, damaging the ecosystem, or even indirectly killing them—especially releasing animals into waters where such a disaster had just occurred…

But, "walking the turtle"?

The onlookers were taken aback. Seeing Qin Ming's serious expression, which didn't seem like he was joking or teasing him, their interest was piqued!

After all, what you catch on a hook may not necessarily catch any fish, but watching someone play with a turtle is a real treat!

He even stopped looking at the float he was paying attention to, and moved closer to see something new.

"Walking a turtle? You put it in the water, and it'll listen to you and come back on its own?" The onlooker's tone was full of doubt and curiosity.

"Of course," Qin Ming replied simply, but with certainty.

"Such an obedient turtle? That's truly rare!" exclaimed the onlookers, their eyes shining even brighter.

Praising their furry friends always makes pet owners happy. Qin Ming's slight annoyance dissipated, and a smile unconsciously curved his lips. He remained silent.

The onlookers took two more steps closer and squatted down next to Qin Ming, ready to watch the whole thing unfold.

"Oh my! Let me see... Wow! This turtle... its size, it looks so robust! It's been taken very good care of!"

The onlookers' eyes fell on the little fat turtle's shell, which still looked round and heavy even after shrinking, and they praised it from the bottom of their hearts.

Qin Ming's smile vanished; his hand trembled, and the turtle plunged into the water...

"Splash!" What a big splash!