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

"You..." Qin Ming had barely opened his mouth when the snake said, completely convinced, "I lost."

It can actually sense its aging. Its scales are not as shiny as when it was young, and the recovery period after molting is getting longer and longer. Now it relies more on experience to hunt.

It knows which direction the hare will turn, which burrow is fake, and when to stop and wait for it to come to it.

Five years ago, it wouldn't have needed any of this planning; it could have just charged straight in.

But that won't work now. It might not survive the next molt.

Shedding its skin is the most vulnerable time for all snakes. There are countless examples of old and weak snakes dying from exhaustion during the shedding process. It had seen its kind lie on the spot after shedding their skin more than once, unable to get up again. It did not want to leave the stage in that way.

Meeting Keda was a coincidence.

That day the sunlight was perfect, and it sat on the highest piece of waste in the quarry, basking in the sun.

A pale blue shadow descended from the clouds and landed on its favorite broken log. It folded its wings and tilted its head to look at it.

This bird was neither afraid of it nor did it have any intention to attack. Yet, it possessed a strange aura that made the beast feel inexplicably awe when surrounded by other birds.

Moreover, there was a composure in its pupils that it couldn't comprehend, as if it had seen creatures far more powerful than itself and didn't take it seriously at all.

But it is already the dominant power in this area. Is that even possible?

The snake immediately became curious—what kind of person could raise such a bird?

The promise to meet its owner was partly out of curiosity and partly out of calculation.

It is a pragmatic snake, with clear thinking and a keen eye for detail.

If possible, it would be best to take advantage of the opportunity, since such a miraculous bird's owner is probably not too bad either; at the very least, finding a peaceful place to retire is not a bad thing, it's better than dying alone in a quarry and being eaten by ants.

It had seen the cats and dogs kept by humans at the foot of the mountain, who had food without having to hunt and didn't have to take care of their wounds. The treatment it looked down on when it was young now seemed quite good.

But it can't accept people who are too incompetent; even snakes have pride.

It viewed this as an investment for its later years as a snake, with low risk, a considerable lower limit, and an unknown upper limit.

But when it saw Qin Ming, it was disappointed. This human didn't even look as strong as Da Ke—his fur was so thin, his claws so blunt, and he wasn't very big; his muscle mass was almost negligible in its eyes.

It looked left and right but couldn't understand how such a person could be the owner of such a mysterious bird as Da Ke.

It immediately issued a challenge, not because it really wanted to go back on its word, but simply because it wanted to switch the master-servant relationship and improve its own treatment.

But now it seems... it compared the wild pheasants and rabbits it spat out with the large-scale wild game wholesale market on the ground, and fell silent.

The snake, which never sheds tears, was truly saddened at this moment.

Why waste such good stuff here?

If you bring it out sooner and say a few nice words, it will comply!

Honestly, given its poison resistance and survivability, it's not that picky.

Even if there are no nice words, that's fine, as long as the future meal standards match those here.

This is the best treatment it could ever hope for.

The snake stood frozen, filled with regret. Qin Ming was also a little embarrassed; he had secretly stroked the snake's fur for quite a while while it was hunting.

The tail feathers of the golden pheasant are truly beautiful, each one as smooth as the finest silk; the fur of the weasel is unbelievably soft, so soft to the touch that you almost forget it's a protected animal; even the field mouse, with its round belly, looks adorable.

But these things probably weren't seen, right? Or how many were seen?

Is there any hope left for his supposedly perfect, unfathomable, and aloof image—a master he had everything planned out?

It's all these animals' fault for keeping their fur so well-maintained. It's not that they lack self-control; their quality is just too impeccable.

The snake was the first to come to its senses. It swam up to Qin Ming, lowered its head, and rubbed against the back of Qin Ming's hand that was hanging by his side.

His face was reflected in her vertical pupils. Nobuko exhaled softly, but not a single muscle tensed.

The cool, scaly texture traveled up the back of my hand, delicate and dry, carrying the slight chill of the mountain dew at night.

Qin Ming was slightly taken aback. He gently placed his hand on the top of the snake's head, his palm pressed against the sharp scales, and felt the slight rise and fall of its muscles as it breathed.

Such a highly poisonous substance was now vividly showing him its favor. This feeling was strange, and Qin Ming's mood improved as well.

This snake is so intelligent; it's probably not just exceptionally talented, but it's also likely encountered some fortuitous opportunities.

Qin Ming didn't delay any longer. He took out the spirit stones and arranged them one by one according to the standard positions of the contract formation.

The moon-white pebbles glowed faintly in the night, and the array patterns were drawn stroke by stroke under his fingertips, with the direction of each spiritual energy line accurate to the millimeter.

He had performed the awakening process more than once, but every time he watched the array light up and the energy flow along the array patterns into the body of his new companion, he still felt an indescribable sense of solemnity.

As the sun rises, the first rays of morning light cross the eastern mountain ridge and fall on the ground through the shadows of the trees.

The snake slowly emerged from its thick molted skin. In the morning light, the newly shed scales displayed a deep, metallic brownish-green gradient, with a few undried dewdrops still clinging to their edges, each reflecting tiny specks of light.

His eyes were clearer than ever before; the vertical pupils no longer had the cloudiness of old age, and the golden-brown irises around the pupils were as clear as an agate cut in half.

Its body had grown longer than before it molted, but more importantly, its aura was different—an aura belonging to a top predator permeated the air.

It tried to retract that aura, and the surrounding wind quieted down for a moment.

The animals, whose drug effects were almost worn off, were awakened in large numbers by this wave of energy.

They didn't bother to examine the source of the danger; their survival instincts urged them to flee.

The snake watched all this silently. Among the fleeing beasts were its prey for the day.

But it didn't chase after him, nor did it show any regret. It focused its attention more on Qin Ming, its clear vertical pupils silently watching this human who had brought about such a dramatic change in its life.

It cannot speak human language, but it has firmly engraved Qin Ming's scent in its vomeronasal organs and nailed the image of this person standing in the morning light deep into its memory.

As for Qin Ming, he was staring intently at the panel in front of him that only he could see.

【Name】: Mangshan Pit Iron Head (Little Green Dragon)

[Attribute]: Martial + Poison

[Race Level]: Extraordinary (Under Development)

[Evaluation]: A highly venomous snake with a large amount of venom that can fill you up, but it prefers to strangle to death, and once successfully captured a porcupine.

Possessing both calmness and violence, it was now in a state of heightened emotion. Fueled by a mysterious external force, it felt an unprecedented surge of power and was about to kill the other dominant brown bear in the area, as a token of its gratitude.