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

A proper spirit master would never subdue a spirit through a battle in person.

This point of knowledge also touches upon a blind spot in the field. In the Spirit Martial Continent, the standard procedure for Spirit Masters to subdue spirit beasts is to demonstrate their strength and extend an olive branch.

Even the most combat-oriented spirit masters, who value real-world experience, would not personally engage in hand-to-hand combat with an unfamiliar wild spirit beast.

That's a matter between spirit beasts, not between humans and beasts.

Even legitimate spirit beasts wouldn't choose to fight such fragile humans; they truly felt it was an unfair victory!

Qin Ming accepted this more quickly, believing that special circumstances require special treatment.

Blue Star is not the Spirit Martial Continent. The creatures here do not have spiritual power tempering or a contract culture. In the cognitive system of a wild snake, strength cannot be tested by other beasts; personal combat is the only hard currency.

Keda didn't realize the misalignment between the snake's and the spirit master's subjugation process at first. If Qin Ming were to refuse now, given the snake's nature, it would take several times the effort to completely win it over.

A protracted battle was clearly not what Qin Ming wanted, nor did he have a penchant for staged disappearances.

While it was convenient for him to use Little Fatty's spatial abilities to make a trip, the cost of teleporting across provinces was considerable, and he was seeing a new debt added to his already tight debt.

Even if it's for the sake of his health due to debt, he wants to resolve this quickly.

"How so, is it a battle or a contest of hunting skills?" Qin Ming slammed the snake trap into the ground, the tip hitting the gravel and sending up a few sparks.

The giant snake slowly loosened its body from the tree branch, the scales on its back sliding against the rough bark, making a series of dry, rustling sounds.

Its vertical pupils narrowed into two thin slits in the twilight, and it flicked its tongue, hissing.

Keda translates: "There are too many restrictions on combat, so we won't fight directly. Let's have a hunting contest, with a one-hour time limit, and the one with the highest total weight wins."

Qin Ming raised an eyebrow; this snake was indeed cunning. There were too many restrictions in combat; hunting was its home turf.

This woodland was unfamiliar to Qin Ming. By now, the light had dimmed, visibility was limited, and the layer of dead branches and leaves on the ground made it difficult to walk without sinking deep into the mud. Let alone hunting, even a normal person risked twisting their ankle just by walking quickly through it.

The snake confirmed this from the scent.

Its vomeronasal organ is many orders of magnitude more sensitive than a human nose. Qin Ming didn't smell of pine needle oil or the dampness of humus; he was a pure outsider.

But it's different.

The cunning rabbit next door knows exactly how many holes there are, which ones are ventilation shafts, and which ones are escape routes.

Further away at the pheasant nest, a hen recently went into heat, and her calls attracted several plump roosters. They fought in the bushes before dawn, and now they're probably tired and resting.

It had an intimate knowledge of its surroundings and an almost arrogant confidence in its ability to win.

As darkness falls, the snakes will be hunting for their prey!

The giant snake with green stripes moved. It suddenly darted out, its massive body drawing a smooth arc through the bushes. The sound of its scales rubbing against the dry leaves was barely audible. In the blink of an eye, its head had disappeared into a patch of waist-high thatch.

If it weren't for his mental perception locking onto the aura, Qin Ming would have had a hard time discerning its presence with the naked eye.

It's hard to imagine that such a huge beast could hide so well, its spots blending seamlessly with the hues of the withered branches and fallen leaves in the twilight, gliding along the ground belly without breaking a single branch or startling a single bird.

Humans have lived in a peaceful world for too long, and many of their primitive survival skills have faded away.

Being unable to even kill a chicken, lazy, and ignorant of basic farming skills is a true reflection of many modern people.

Although Qin Ming was not among them, he dared not say that he could easily win in this environment with his bare hands.

Fortunately, he was prepared.

Using his backpack as cover, Qin Ming began searching for the chubby, initial-generation breeding product that could lure beasts with its fragrance but whose spiritual energy effects were not particularly exaggerated.

Thanks to the isolation provided by the Space Stone, everything was still fresh when Qin Ming took it out.

Qin Ming, like an old man, took out a palm-leaf fan and started fanning himself, then pulled out a mini version of the sleeping potion that Cang Xuan had used in his youth and squandered it.

The sleeping potion was crushed into powder, mixed with the airflow from the palm-leaf fan, and then evenly sprinkled onto the food.

He had the air of a seasoned picnic chef, completely relaxed and at ease.

The results were surprisingly good.

The aroma had barely wafted out for a quarter of an hour when rustling sounds began to fill the air.

It wasn't just one or two attacks, but rather attacks coming from several directions simultaneously. Qin Ming knew without even using his mental energy to scan that there were more than just one or two.

If it weren't for the others still standing there, these wary beasts probably wouldn't have been able to restrain themselves.

They dared not get too close, yet were reluctant to part with the strange fragrance they had never smelled before, so they paced anxiously at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, occasionally letting out a low whimper or a cooing sound.

Qinming offers a wide variety of products, including grains, dairy, poultry, and meat, aiming for broad market coverage.

He placed them one by one at his feet, with the grains on the left, the eggs and dairy on the right, and finally the meats in the farthest position in front, leaving them for the fierce ones.

The aromas piled up in layers, creating a complex allure that shouldn't exist in nature.

Actually, this is a way for him to clear out his inventory, so he doesn't feel bad about using it at all.

Then, a magical scene unfolded.

A weasel and a hare emerged from the same direction at the same time, glanced at each other, and surprisingly, the standard chase scene between predator and prey did not occur.

The weasel flicked its tail in frustration, but the hare didn't run away. The two animals each picked a piece of food that interested them, squatted down three feet apart, and began to eat heartily.

A golden pheasant cautiously emerged from the bushes, followed by two gray hens. They showed great interest in the aroma of eggs and milk, but refused to leave the cover of the bushes, pacing back and forth at the edge of the bushes, their necks twitching and swaying in a dilemma.

Further away, there were several rodents whose names I didn't know, so timid that they didn't even dare to show their faces, only making urgent rustling sounds from deep in the grass.

Creatures that are upstream and downstream in the food chain are having a peaceful and friendly meal together.

If a wildlife biologist captured this scene, it could be the subject of a research paper.

Qin Ming glanced around furtively, not in a hurry at all. As various ingredients were sucked into the whirlwind, he silently recited in his mind:

Three, two, one... fall!

Not bad, another batch.

Qin Ming, like a bountiful old farmer, chuckled as he sorted and arranged the prey by type, and even estimated the total weight.

Although it's already quite a lot, let's do another round just to be on the safe side.