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

As the venom was consumed, the snake gradually developed a sense of disorientation.

On one hand, he felt incredibly powerful. No prey could escape his fangs, and no opponent could remain calm under his gaze.

He is the king of this land, the apex predator in the food chain!

On the other hand, his body's most direct feedback slapped him mercilessly.

You used up so much venom and didn't catch anything to eat... You're really terrible!

Is it not poisonous enough? So it can't poison the prey?

The snake's thoughts began to drift in a dangerous direction.

He recalled the last time he encountered a wild boar. He bit it, but the boar ran away. He chased it for a long distance and almost missed eating it.

Is this what true strength is?

So is he not strong enough, which is why it's so difficult for him?

He looked down at his own curled-up body, and through the reflection of the glass jar, he seemed even thinner, a far cry from the giant python that Little Fatty had described.

Along with weakness, a profound sense of crisis enveloped the snake, while the instinct for survival urged it to evolve.

To become stronger, to become more ruthless, and more robust!

What would normally take tens of thousands of years of evolution and iteration was being driven by the instinct of life, and was quietly transforming at a speed tens of thousands of times faster on this special snake before Qin Ming's eyes.

But these changes were too subtle for Qin Ming to see. What he could see was that the glass jars were being replaced one after another, and that all of that cost money!

As time passed, the small glass jars lined up around the snake.

Qin Ming squatted down beside it, watching the snake's movements while silently calculating in his mind.

His gaze shifted from the jar to the snake, then back to the jar, his mind rapidly searching through the information he had previously consulted.

According to official data, the average amount of toxins excreted by an adult baby dinosaur is about 300 milligrams.

And this one in front of us is worth ten of them!

No, maybe not even that, he's still continuing!

Don't be fooled by the fact that one of these ten weighs only three grams; this number is indeed insignificant when taken out of context.

However, if we change the standard of measurement—based on the median lethal dose (LD50) of 48 milligrams for humans from small green dragon venom—if it is distributed reasonably, these three grams of venom would be enough to kill more than sixty people.

Not to mention that this one is even more poisonous than the ordinary one!

The venom was a deep black color, with a cold sheen under the light, and its smell was stronger and more pungent than described in the documents.

One bite after another, their strength is truly remarkable!

Qin Ming silently sighed to himself, then quietly took another half step back, maintaining the proper respect for the toxin.

At the same time, he urgently reviewed in his mind the storage and separation operations that he had just been so confident about.

While preserving the toxic components, he also needs to protect himself!

He took a deep breath and shifted his attention from the "lethality" of the venom to the "processing procedure".

Normal snakes become very agitated when forced to have their venom extracted.

Wild snakes struggle violently during restraint and venom extraction, causing stress reactions that can easily injure not only the handlers but also themselves.

The process of extracting venom is extremely stressful for snakes. Many snakes refuse to eat, become lethargic, or even scare themselves to death after the venom is extracted.

But he didn't need to worry about the snake in front of him; it was fully conscious and acting voluntarily.

Qin Ming watched as the snake placed its fangs on the mouth of the jar, its movements becoming increasingly fluid and skillful, and he was still moved.

The snake obediently released its venom, drop by drop, which it had been storing up for so long.

It's just a bit weak.

It feels like my body has been hollowed out.

The snake was unaware of how much venom it had secreted; it only felt its venom glands shrink and its muscles relax.

Until not a single drop is left!

As the last drop of venom slid from the tip of the tooth, it made a soft "tap" sound.

The snake's jaws loosened, its neck slowly retracted, and its entire body slumped limply onto the rock as if some support had been removed.

Their massive bodies, huddled together, gave off a sense of self-pity.

He lay on his own body, his eyes half-closed, the light in his pupils somewhat dim.

To onlookers, that posture resembled a poignant painting—a king laying down his armor, a hero growing old.

But Qin Ming didn't have time to care.

As soon as the snake stopped, he quickly moved over to deal with the jars.

He quickly checked the seal of each jar before adding, "Keda! Please take care of him!"

Qin Ming gestured with his lips toward the snake.

Keda puffed out his chest, and a healing glow enveloped the snake.

Thus, Qin Ming devoted himself entirely to the task of figuring out how to store the venom.

His movements were fluid and without the slightest hesitation.

First, make sure there are no gaps between the sealing cap and the can opening.

On the transparent glass wall, the surface of the venom was as smooth as a mirror, without any impurities or bubbles.

He gently shook them to confirm that everything was in order, and then placed them back into their designated slots in the incubator.

Next, label the information. Using a waterproof marker, write the number, extraction time, and order on the label of each jar.

They were then placed in different compartments of the constant temperature incubator.

The composition of venom may vary slightly at different stages, so storing it separately facilitates subsequent analysis and use.

His fingers moved quickly and precisely between the jars, finally stabilizing the temperature control system of the incubator at minus twenty degrees Celsius.

He looked at the numbers flashing on the screen, nodded slightly, closed the lid, and fastened the latch.

Qin Ming's movements were very steady.

No matter how flustered he was, his hands remained as steady as iron.

This is muscle memory honed over many years of scientific research, coupled with the strong physique that Xiao Pang has developed over the years, which allows him to maintain a high level of focus and calmness even when facing highly toxic substances.

Not a single mistake.

Even on the first actual operation, all the operating angles and time allocations were as precise as in the textbook.

Qin Ming looked at the well-sealed, temperature-stable incubator in front of him and breathed a long sigh of relief.

All right.

The venom extraction and storage were completed; the entire process was under control and no unexpected incidents occurred.

Now, it's time to calculate the price.

The market reference price for small green dragon venom is approximately 5,000 yuan per gram.

Of course, the price will fluctuate depending on purity, freshness, and market supply and demand, but as a conservative estimate, five thousand yuan is a reasonable lower limit.

He currently has thirteen cans, each containing approximately three to four hundred milligrams.

At the minimum of 300 mg, thirteen cans would contain 3,900 mg, which is nearly four grams.

Four grams multiplied by five thousand yuan equals twenty thousand.

Qin Ming's eyes lit up.

This is only the snake's first time. Although it is already very strong, it still has a lot of room for growth in the future!

Twenty thousand is just the starting price.

Qin Ming instantly felt less tired.

He bent down and checked the incubator's latches again. After confirming that everything was in order, he hugged it with satisfaction.

He turned around, ready to share this "good news" with the snake.

Then he froze.

The snake was still lying on the rock, in the same posture as before, its huge and limp body curled up, its head resting on itself, its eyes half-closed, and even the tip of its tail barely moving.

The healing techniques available seem to be ineffective?

That's right, the snake is weak, not injured.

Looking at the snake's "hollowed-out" appearance, Qin Ming felt a slight pang of guilt.

That won't do.

He walked over, squatted down, and gently patted the snake's head.

The snake's scales were a little cool. Qin Ming said sincerely, "Thank you for your hard work. Let's set off now!"

The snake's eyes gleamed slightly, and it nudged Qin Ming's palm.

The next second, a soft light spread from Qin Ming's palm, enveloping Qin Ming, Keda, the constant temperature box, and the limp snake on the rock.

As the light faded, the forest returned to silence, but their figures had vanished from this world.