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

Qin Ming had no idea how a chaotic scene unfolded in the backyard.

After all, it's not really appropriate to openly watch your good friend's misfortune. One should be considerate; watching a good show should be done discreetly and discreetly, without the parties involved knowing.

So he summoned Keda.

"Keda," Qin Ming lowered his voice, his face solemn, "you have the highest strength and a stable personality, you can shoulder great responsibilities! Now I have an important task for you."

Keda tilted his head, his eyes lighting up at the praise, and straightened his back, waiting for instructions.

Qin Ming took out a miniature recording device from his pocket.

"Go to the backyard, find a secluded spot, pay attention to the angle, and try to record the footage without any loss of quality." Qin Ming patted Keda's little head. "Go ahead, I believe in you!"

Keda: "Gah!"

He took flight, silently flew towards the courtyard wall, and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

Qin Ming leaned back in his chair contentedly, leisurely sipping his tea, basking in the sun, and waiting to collect the recording.

While everything here was peaceful and serene, he was unaware that, a thousand miles away in the Magic City Academy, chaos had erupted.

……

"How many days has it been?!"

At the entrance of the cafeteria, a student looked up to the sky and howled, his voice mournful and his expression distorted, as if his wife had been stolen.

"Three days! Three whole days!" another student chimed in, his eyes reddening and his lips trembling. "Does anyone know how I've spent these past three days?"

"Brother, I understand, I feel the same way!" Someone nearby chimed in, looking excited to have found a kindred spirit.

At the gathering point, a dozen or so students stood in a circle, all looking listless and dazed.

Some of them leaned against the wall, some squatted on the ground, and some paced back and forth, muttering to themselves.

"Round it up, we haven't seen any special menus for three meals a day for almost half a year!" a chubby student lamented. "Forget the latest mantis shrimp, we haven't even gotten the old ones anymore!!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in wails.

That makes perfect sense!

"My secret-recipe salt and pepper snails! My spring-stewed mushrooms! My energizing grilled fish fillets!"

"And that honey-roasted pork! I dream about it all the time!"

"Do you guys remember that Jade White Soup from last week? The color of that soup, the aroma—just thinking about it makes me want to cry!"

A tall, thin student suddenly stood up, waving his fist: "When he comes back, we're going to boycott him!!"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then responded enthusiastically.

"Okay! How will you resist?"

"Yes! Tell me! How should we boycott?"

The tall, thin student cleared his throat, his face serious: "Let's stock up on a month's worth first, so he knows we're not to be trifled with!"

The entire room fell silent.

Then someone said quietly, "...Oh no, another one's gone mad."

"This isn't a boycott, this is hoarding!"

"And for a month? Are you sure the cafeteria can keep up?"

"Exactly, won't we have to queue overnight?"

The tall, thin student gave him a knowing look that said, "You wouldn't understand": "This is called 'courtesy first, then force,' stockpiling first, then boycotting. Once we've stockpiled everything, we'll boycott—boycott eating other things!"

Everyone fell silent again.

After a moment, someone whispered, "Actually... I think this suggestion isn't entirely unacceptable?"

I second that.

"Seconded +1"

"Seconded +10086"

The die-hard fans of the Magic City Academy were now emaciated and listless, some even muttering incoherently. They lingered around the cafeteria like a group of wandering ghosts.

Not to mention them, even the students from Canglong Academy who came to exchange ideas looked unwell.

They were gathered in another corner, their expressions more complex than those of the students in Shanghai.

I didn't have high expectations, but after eating and drinking with them for the past few days, I've gotten used to the outrageously delicious food.

The sudden cutoff of supplies has caused them great distress.

More importantly, they haven't even been able to find this mysterious supplier, and he's already disappeared? That's incredibly difficult!

Captain Zhao Lie rubbed his temples, his brows furrowed.

Unfortunately, the source of ingredients was cut off, yet Chef Huang still refused to come back with them.

Over the past few days, they've taken turns trying to persuade him, offering him generous incentives and various attractive conditions, but the chubby Chef Huang remains unmoved.

Every time I ask, I get the same answer.

What does it mean to "gamble big and make sure you get your money back"?

What does this mean?

Zhao Lie was completely baffled, and the others, having failed in their negotiations, were also speechless with frustration.

Although the exchange of battles was generally a back-and-forth affair between the two academies, each showcasing their unique style.

But the people from Azure Dragon Academy knew that their true purpose for coming to exchange ideas had not yet been achieved!

Bringing back Chef Huang and finding the mysterious supplier are the most important things on this trip!

It's getting late, and the exchange period is about to end. What should we do?

Just when everyone was at a loss, a voice suddenly rang out.

"You guys think..." Sun Yu hesitated before speaking, "Is it possible that the supplier is temporarily away from the academy for the next few days?"

"We did have this suspicion," Zhao Lie nodded, "but there have been just too many senior students or mentors leaving the school recently. Although most of their actions weren't exactly secretive, they were still difficult to trace. We've been investigating for three days and haven't found a single clue."

Sun Yu paused for a moment, then said vaguely, "Um... is it possible that he's not a senior student?"

"How is that possible!" He Fuke, standing next to him, retorted instinctively.

He is the youngest and one of the strongest members of this exchange team. He has been working hard to prepare for the competition these past few days, trying to catch up with Qin Ming.

Upon hearing Sun Yu's words, my first reaction was that it was impossible. How could a lower grader possibly do something that even upper grades would find difficult?

Sun Yu didn't directly refute him, but calmly analyzed: "Think about it carefully. None of the dishes we found have any historical origin; they are all new this year. In other words, this supplier only started to emerge this year."

Everyone seemed to be deep in thought.

They had noticed the clue "newly appeared this year" before, but hadn't thought about it in depth.

"If they are senior students or mentors, why didn't they demonstrate this before? Why are they only starting this year?" Sun Yu continued, "Unless they didn't have the ability or the resources before. As for junior students, especially freshmen, they lacked ability when they first enrolled, but after six months of accumulation, they are now making their move. This logic makes sense."

This evidence is incredibly compelling.

Although many people have already accepted his viewpoint based on logical reasoning, the conclusion it represents is still terrifying.

If the supplier is indeed a junior student, what does that mean?

Does this mean that a student who has been enrolled for less than two years can cultivate such a rare talent?

Could that really drive the entire student body of the college crazy? Could that really make a chef of Chef Huang's caliber willing to cooperate?

Just how terrifying must his talent, his abilities, and his potential be?

"Let's be frank," Zhao Lie said, staring at Sun Yu. "You should already have someone you suspect, right?"

Sun Yu took a deep breath and slowly said, "Actually, I feel it's Qin Ming."

He Fuke: !?

The name struck him like a thunderbolt.

"The person who can cultivate such a rare treasure must be exceptionally strong and talented. Moreover, I've noticed that Qin Ming hasn't been at the academy these past few days, and the timing matches up."

Zhao Lie frowned and fell into deep thought.

The group exchanged glances, all seeing the surprise and disbelief in each other's eyes.

He Fuke stood there, completely stunned.

Qin Ming?

Qin Ming, who was in the same year as him, whom he had fought twice against, and whom he still harbored resentment towards.

Qin Ming, whom he vowed to catch up with, surpass, and prove himself to be stronger?

If he were the mysterious supplier, He Fuke's eyes suddenly became confused.

If this was truly Qin Ming's doing, then what was all that he had been trying to catch up with these past few days?

He Fuke's mind was a complete mess.

Zhao Lie glanced at him, said nothing, and simply patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't think too much about it yet," Zhao Lie said in a deep voice. "The most important thing right now is to confirm it. If it really is Qin Ming, then our mission will have some progress."

Sun Yu nodded: "I've already sent someone to inquire."

"Alright." Zhao Lie turned to the group. "Everyone, split up and continue the investigation. Sun Yu, notify me immediately if you have any news."

The crowd accepted the order and dispersed.

Only He Fuke remained standing in the same spot, gazing into the distance, lost in thought.

After a long silence, he murmured to himself, "Qin Ming... just how many secrets do you still have?"