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

Meanwhile, on the tree-lined path on the west side of the college.

"Fatty! How did you do that?"

Qin Ming finally couldn't contain himself any longer. He scooped the little chubby boy into his hands, his eyes shining. "How did you spot those flaws in the formation at a glance?"

After all, Little Fatty's attributes are a perfect match for him. Even if we take a step back, is it possible that he could copy them exactly?

The little fat boy turned around in his palm, as if he wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he only made a series of muffled gurgling sounds.

"Little Fatty?" Qin Ming noticed something was wrong.

Little Fatty's eyes lost their usual clarity; his pale golden pupils were somewhat unfocused and unable to concentrate.

He tried to lift his head, but his neck drooped limply, as if he were drunk.

"Ugh...don't say anymore..." Little Fatty's voice echoed in Qin Ming's mind, much weaker than usual, "I'm so dizzy...there are two, no, three bosses in front of me..."

Three?

Qin Ming's heart tightened. He looked closely and saw that a "perception overload" indicator had been added to Xiao Pang's status bar.

Upon closer inspection, a faint weakness could be detected in the contract connection, a stark contrast to Little Fatty's previous godlike state.

Perceptual overload is a condition where a spirit beast's sensory abilities are depleted and imbalanced. If not remedied in time, it may leave lasting effects.

Ignoring everything else, Qin Ming quickly put Little Fatty back into his spirit control space. For the first time, he disregarded the sudden increase in weight and rushed to the medical center.

The waiting area of ​​the medical center was much more lively than Qin Ming had imagined.

Under the pale blue light, a dozen spirit masters sat or stood, their faces showing varying degrees of anxiety.

Their spirit beast companions were either curled up in their owners' arms, lying on special support frames, or simply lying on the ground.

An oversized rock-armored bear nearly blocked half the passageway and was snoring heavily, each snort making the ground tremble slightly.

The air was filled with a faint scent of herbs and psionic disinfectant, mixed with the unique aromas of various spirit beasts.

After paying the basic treatment fee in advance, Qin Ming received a flashing number plate: number 17.

The display screen only showed number 9.

He found a spot against the wall to sit down. Little Fatty's condition could be kept from worsening in the Spirit Control Space, so Qin Ming's mood was still relatively under control.

Qin Ming looked around and his gaze fell on a young man diagonally opposite him who was constantly fiddling with his phone.

The man looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a fashionable printed T-shirt and with a strand of bright blue hair. His spirit beast was a ruffled kingfisher with a vacant stare, which stood listlessly on his shoulder, occasionally chirping off-key.

But the spirit master remained calm and composed, appearing to be an experienced person.

"Excuse me," Qin Ming said, walking over. "Is your spirit beast also... a perception-related problem?"

The young man looked up, his fingers still flying across the screen. "Huh? Yes."

He grinned, revealing two canine teeth. "I made a bet with Cui Cui—if he doesn't complete today's Wind Blade Precision Training, he'll have to eat a whole plate of my special 'Hellish Houttuynia Cordata Mixed with Spirit Pepper'."

He flipped through his phone; the screen displayed a nine-grid photo: the first picture showed a kingfisher looking dejected at its training target; the second was a plate piled high with root vegetables covered in red sauce; the third showed the kingfisher taking a bite with a defiant air; and the fourth through ninth pictures showed the bird's entire journey from shock to collapse and then to complete daze.

"And then he ended up like this." The young man nudged the bird on his shoulder. "He has a temporary loss of smell and taste, and it'll probably take him three days to recover. But these things are quite nutritious and can boost immunity, so it's not a bad deal."

Qin Ming's lips twitched slightly. The unique smell of the houttuynia cordata itself was stimulating enough, but mixed with spirit pepper... This kind of "encouragement mechanism" was not just tricky, it was downright devilish.

"Did you also get here from eating something bad?" Perhaps the wait was too boring, a voice interrupted from the side.

Qin Ming turned his head and saw a boy with a slightly bluish face standing up while leaning against the wall.

The boy was probably eighteen or nineteen years old. His eyes were dark-rimmed, but his lips were an unnatural bright red. He exuded a morbid sense of excitement.

"Hey, you don't look too good." Qin Ming subconsciously took a half step back. "Why don't you sit down and rest for a bit?"

"It's nothing! I'm perfectly fine!" The boy waved his hand, the movement so exaggerated it almost hit a passing water fox. "I brought my Fire-Eared Rabbit. We just got back from our hometown, and I brought a big bag of fresh mushrooms. I was thinking of having the rabbit use her fire abilities to roast them; they'd taste amazing..."

Punishing mushroom?!

Qin Ming and the young man playing on his phone were both startled.

Those are mushrooms native to the southwestern mountainous regions, with an extremely delicious flavor, but they contain neurotoxins that must be thoroughly cooked at a sustained high temperature to break them down. If the heat is insufficient or the cooking time is too short…

"Is your rabbit... cooked?" Qin Ming asked cautiously.

The boy blinked, a dreamy smile spreading across his face: "It should be cooked by now, right? Bunny tried her best, but she sneezed halfway through, and the flame went down a little... But it's okay! Do you want to try some? I have some left, and the taste... wow, you'll never forget it after just one bite..."

As he spoke, he reached into his backpack to take something out, but Qin Ming and the young man with the cell phone quickly stopped him.

"No, no, thank you!"

"Yes, yes, we're not hungry!"

"Ah, what a pity." The boy regretfully withdrew his hand, looked up at the ceiling, and said, "By the way, why are the lights so bright tonight, and they even rotate..."

Qin Ming followed his gaze and looked over—it was just an ordinary recessed light fixture, firmly embedded in the ceiling, motionless.

The young man on the phone leaned close to Qin Ming's ear and whispered, "Early symptoms of the Xinggu toxin include distorted vision and heightened emotions. Judging by this, he and his rabbit will have to spend the night in the purification room."

As if to confirm his words, the door to the consultation room opened, and a healer in a white coat poked his head out: "Zhou Ming! Please take you and your Fire-Eared Rabbit to Purification Room 3, immediately!"

A boy named Zhou Ming stood up unsteadily, picked up a rabbit from under his seat that also had dazed eyes and unstable sparks coming from the tips of its ears, and followed the spirit healer while humming an off-key song.

Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down in his seat. The young man next to him, who was also on his phone, sat down as well, finally putting his phone away this time.

"Is this your first time at the healthcare center?" he asked.

Qin Ming nodded: "My spirit beast... its senses are overloaded."

"Oh—that." The young man showed an understanding expression. "My Cui Cui had one last year too. His talent is 'Wind Pattern Vision,' which allows him to see the trajectory of air currents. Once, in order to help me find a paper that had been blown away by the wind, he tracked it for three hours straight and ended up fainting."

He gently stroked the kingfisher on his shoulder: "A spirit beast's sensory talent is a double-edged sword. Used well, it's a divine skill; used excessively, it's self-destructive. What were you doing back then?"

"Formation assessment," Qin Ming said briefly. "My spirit beast worked with me to analyze the formation patterns for over forty minutes."

The young man whistled: "Forty minutes of high-intensity perception? No wonder. Generally speaking, continuous perception output for more than half an hour requires a break."

"However, you and your spirit beast are both very powerful!"

Qin Ming looked at him in surprise: "Why would you think that?"

"Hehe." The young man chuckled. "This is usually caused by processing too many dimensions of information; it's a condition only geniuses have. Of course, eating bad food doesn't count."

After his joke, he became serious again: "In the future, we need to pay attention to setting 'safety thresholds.' Just like runners need to monitor their heart rate, you also need an indicator—for example, when the spirit beasts start to experience slight dizziness or double vision, they must stop."

Qin Ming kept these words in mind.

"Number 17! Qin Ming, please proceed to consultation room number 2!"

As soon as the electronic voice sounded, Qin Ming immediately stood up.

"Good luck." The young man waved to him. "By the way, my name is Lin Shuo, a fourth-year student in the Formation Department. You can come to me if you have any questions in the future—although my major courses are average, I have quite a lot of experience in taking care of spirit beasts."

"Thank you, senior." Qin Ming nodded in thanks and strode towards the consultation room.