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

Master Huang had considered talking to his apprentice about Xiao Pang's situation, hoping to resolve his doubts and make him take it more seriously.

But some things are so outrageous that you can't convince others with just words.

Furthermore, the idea that Little Fatty could raise higher-quality dragon-breath snails and dragon-scale shrimp was ultimately his own speculation. Although he had tasted the mantis shrimp that Little Fatty had cultivated and was amazed by its taste, dragon-scale shrimp and dragon-breath snails were, after all, not the same thing.

The water and soil of a place nurture its own ingredients. The water quality of Canglongtan is completely different from that of Shanghai. Can Xiaopang's talent be replicated here?

Master Huang wasn't sure either.

Although there is a very high chance of success, he should not reveal this information in advance, as it would only add unnecessary pressure to Xiaopang.

Thus, the pressure fell on Chu Jiang, who was unaware of the truth.

At this moment, Chu Jiang was squatting on a rock by the pool, clutching a notebook that was slightly damp from the water vapor in his hand, his eyes fixed on the faint glow of fireflies on the water's surface.

He obeyed his master's orders, but at this moment, he was also fighting for his own dream, so he was unwilling to overlook even the smallest detail.

Little Fatty busied himself in the water for quite a while, swimming around aimlessly, sometimes diving down and sometimes surfacing, without any particular method.

But Chu Jiang felt there must be something fishy about this! So he wrote it all down!

He went into the water, caught a small fish, sniffed it, touched it a few times, and then put it back... seemingly to assess the activity of the fish and select the target water area.

It rummaged through a clump of water plants, took a couple of bites, spat them out, crumpled them up, and tossed them aside... It seems to be judging water quality by taste and marking safe areas.

Although he didn't understand the intention behind Little Fatty's actions, he remembered them all.

Perhaps this is a warm-up? Or maybe it's exploring and integrating into the environment? Tortoises, as mythical creatures, should have this instinct.

Chu Jiang mentally filled in the blanks for Little Fatty, memorizing long passages of annotations that even he himself found far-fetched. But... what if he was right? What if this was the key?

Little Fatty had been busy for most of the hour before finally stopping. He found a rock that was sticking out of the water, gripped the edge with all four paws, and submerged half of his body in the water, as if he was waiting for something.

Chu Jiang also became nervous.

He knew what Little Fatty was waiting for.

Dragon scale shrimp are, after all, among the more powerful creatures in this area. They are territorial, aggressive, and extremely sensitive to unfamiliar smells and movements. Even if they sense the commotion Little Fatty is making in the water, they won't easily run away; instead, their combative nature will be triggered.

Moreover, the bait that Little Fatty scattered before going into the water had such a wonderful aroma that Chu Jiang could smell it even from the shore. It must have been a deadly temptation for the aquatic creatures.

Sure enough, unusual movements began to appear on the water's surface.

A murky current surged up from the depths, stirring up the water plants violently. Chu Jiang held his breath, vaguely seeing a hunched figure emerge from between the rocks.

Lobster!

The shadow was as long as an adult's forearm, covered in silvery-white scales that gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

Its large claws, when opened, are half the length of its body, with edges as sharp as two large knives.

Shrimp are incredibly fast at jumping in the water, making them difficult to spot, but even more difficult to catch.

This creature has incredible explosive power; it can leap several meters in a single bound, and if you're even slightly slow to react, it will escape. Not to mention, even if you're lucky enough to catch it, its massive pincers are no joke—one pinch can break bones.

The lobster was clearly attracted by the aroma of the bait. It slowly advanced along the sandy bottom, its large claws slicing through the water plants and small stones in its path with a bang, displaying an extremely arrogant manner.

At this point, Little Fatty was very close to the lobster.

Little Fatty lay motionless on the rock, seemingly unaware of the approaching danger. He even tucked his head in, making the whole turtle look like a moss-covered rock.

Chu Jiang clenched his fists anxiously, torn between his inner turmoil and his own conscience.

Is this turtle reliable or not? What did the master see in it?

Should he warn the turtle or not? Even if it scares away the lobster, it's better than the turtle getting pinched, right?

What if something goes wrong? How will I explain it to my master?

Just as he hesitated, the lobster moved.

It set its sights on a large piece of bait near Little Fatty's feet that hadn't been washed away by the water.

It's really bold of it to grab me like that.

The giant claws opened wide and clamped down hard on the bait.

At that moment, the chubby boy remained motionless.

It lets the other party approach, lets the other party focus all its attention on the bait, and lets the other party's large claws pass by it.

Just as the bait reached its claws and the lobster relaxed its grip, Little Fatty stretched out its neck with lightning speed, displaying no less impressive agility.

With one bite, it firmly bit into the junction of the lobster's head and body.

That's the weakest point on the carapace, and also the weakest point on the entire lobster.

A large area of ​​sand was stirred up underwater, indicating a fierce battle.

Standing on the shore, Chu Jiang couldn't see anything clearly. He could only vaguely hear the harsh sounds of collisions and friction, the clash of teeth against shells, and the dull thud of a giant tortoise hitting a rock.

With a heavy heart, he grabbed a handy net and hurried over. Even though he wasn't sure if he could help, he couldn't just stand by and watch.

By the time he reached the water's edge, the current had gradually calmed down.

The sand settled, and visibility returned.

Only one turtle remained in the arena.

The little fat boy lay on the rock, slowly wiping his mouth with his paws, looking completely at ease.

The area around me was spotless, not even a single shrimp shell was left.

Chu Jiang carefully looked around and indeed could not find any trace of the dragon scale shrimp.

Ran?

Chu Jiang sighed inwardly, but outwardly reassured him, "It's alright, it's alright, you'll have more experience next time! These things are inherently difficult to catch. I came here specifically to catch them, and I'm lucky if I succeed once out of ten times. Do you need my help to surround them? I can help you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the chubby boy gave him a disdainful look.

Then it swam away, its round silhouette leaving a shallow ripple on the water's surface.

Chu Jiang stood there, stunned.

"No," he scratched his head, watching the other person's departing figure, utterly puzzled, "What exactly did Master see in him? I couldn't see any extraordinary talent in him!"

He looked down at his notebook. Because he was so excited, the notebook was soaked with water, and all the notes he had made were blurred and illegible.

He slapped his forehead in frustration, feeling the feast was flying away.

How could such a big shrimp get away?

Just as he was feeling frustrated, a familiar scraping sound suddenly came from the water not far away.

Chu Jiang suddenly looked up.

Come again?

He took off running in that direction. Perhaps he arrived just in time, because he saw it!

Little Fatty popped his head out of the water, a lobster in his mouth.

It wasn't the smaller one from before; this one seemed to be a size bigger, and its belly was bulging—it was a pregnant female shrimp!

Of course, he also saw the lobster's large claws clamping tightly onto Little Fatty's claws and neck, those theoretical weaknesses.

But Little Fatty didn't flinch, not even blinking.

He just endured it, remaining extremely calm, as if what was caught on his body wasn't a shrimp claw capable of breaking bones and shattering rocks, but rather two withered leaves.

Chu Jiang stopped in his tracks.

He suddenly realized that he didn't need to learn this move anymore.

I can't learn it. I really can't learn it.

Little Fatty even had the leisure to glance back at him. His eyes held a hint of smugness, clearly saying: See? Learn from me.

Chu Jiang:......

The modeling freak always thinks he's got all the tricks up his sleeve.

The next second, the lobster, its resistance weakened, vanished on the spot!

It didn't loosen, it didn't fall, it just vanished! It was like it was swallowed up by something unseen, disappearing into thin air!

Chu Jiang:! ?

He rubbed his eyes hard, then rubbed them again. There was nothing in the water, and nothing near the little fat boy's mouth.

What happened?! Where did that huge shrimp go?!

It was so big, it was just struggling, it must have weighed at least two or three pounds, and then...

That's all?

It must be said that in this deserted scene at midnight, with the moon dark and the water deep, the scene before one's eyes was truly frightening.

Chu Jiang pinched his philtrum, then pinched it again, but his legs were still weak.

He opened his mouth, as if to shout something, but it felt like something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Little Fatty glanced at it disdainfully, then turned and wandered away.

Chu Jiang stood there, shivering violently.