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

With the strong support of the Black Hole Lucky Scale Powder, Qin Ming finally managed to obtain the "Venom Spray" skill on his eighth experiment.

When the brand-new skill attributes appeared on Qingchen's panel, Qin Ming almost held his breath!

Of the eight experiments, only one was successful.

Qin Ming carefully compared the target types of the previous seven experiments: electric eel, highly venomous jellyfish, rainbow octopus, stingray, fire-ringed anemone, spiny snail, and fluorescent jellyfish.

They possessed a wide variety of skills, but none of them were successfully absorbed by Qingchen.

He reasonably suspected that "electric discharge" skills were not suitable because Qingchen did not have a suitable physical structure and the compatibility was too low, so even black hole powder could not save him.

These abilities, which require special organs to perform, cannot find a vehicle to be realized within Qingchen's body even if they are swallowed.

However, Qingchen had a premonition about whether he would gain anything.

For example, the first dish of blue eel, Qin Ming didn't need to say much, he was already very tempted. That strong, undeniable appetite was as if something in the dark was guiding him.

But he was clearly less interested in the experimental prey that followed, and he even just symbolically swallowed a few of them.

This premonition is sometimes accurate, sometimes vague, and it's hard to say whether it's intuition or instinct subtly guiding me.

It's a pity. Is the appetite generated because of the body's needs, or because of the anticipation of a harvest that makes one want to eat?

The causal relationship between these two things was too difficult for Qin Ming to measure in such a short time.

After all, even the black hole was perched on Keda's head as a decoration. The dark shadow was currently hanging limply on Keda's back, motionless.

Looking at its pitiful, still, statue-like appearance, even Qin Ming felt embarrassed to continue exploiting it.

He glanced at the black hole, then at the hard-won skill attribute, and silently paused the experimental plan.

"The idea of ​​rapidly increasing the number of skills to achieve astonishing results must be abandoned. Let's return to our normal blue eel hunting."

Both Keda and Qingchen had no objection to this.

Only the black hole, after the word "shelved" was uttered, stirred slightly from its half-dead state.

Although Qingchen's attempt consumed a lot of venom, he also benefited from consuming too many supplements, which allowed him to advance in the next level.

His overall aura steadily increased, and the total amount of venom not only did not decrease but increased, and even underwent a slight quality upgrade.

However, in terms of color, they are all deeper and more textured than before. If the black hole hadn't been unable to hold on any longer, everyone would have been quite willing to continue this experiment.

At this moment, after finally managing to soothe the black hole in my heart, I was exhausted, feeling lightheaded and my mind was filled with waves of emptiness.

He hung on Keda's back like a crumpled old garment, even his blurry outline had faded a bit.

Looking at the listless Black Hole, Qingchen pondered how to help him recover.

This young man is indeed very capable, but his physical endurance is lacking!

He silently made a mental note of this, planning to pay more attention to suitable sea beasts or spiritual plant supplements for gentle nurturing during the next hunt, so as to help this young man regain his strength.

At that moment, he and the sleeping little fat boy inexplicably reached a high degree of consensus.

Three days later, with the boost from his level breakthrough and new skills, Qingchen effortlessly and without incident completed the ultimate goal set for him by the Xuanming Serpent.

The sixth-tier blue eel was larger than any sea beast Qin Ming had ever seen before. It emerged from behind the reef like an ancient behemoth, leaving a swift trail in the current.

With the help of his partner, Qingchen used the terrain as cover to circle around to its side and rear, accurately and decisively sending the venomous fangs into its vital points.

The venom spray skill also came in handy at this moment—it broke through the thick layer of fat used for defense and injected the deadly venom into the deepest part of the wound immediately.

As soon as the blue eel's body stiffened, Cangxuan and Keda pressed down from the flanks again, cutting off its escape route.

Then everything settled down.

Looking at the fallen, unresponsive sixth-tier orchid eel, Qin Ming nodded, giving it high praise.

The entire hunting process was clean and efficient, with smooth coordination. Although Qingchen's strength was weak, one could vaguely see his future potential.

But soon, their attention was all focused on the blue eel in front of them.

To eat or not to eat, that is the question.

Qingchen's forked tongue flickered, its tip trembling slightly in the seawater as it caught the rich scent of flesh and blood.

I don’t know if it was because of the exhaustion from the intense exercise, but the strong urge to eat that I had when I first saw the eel’s carcass reappeared, clearer and more urgent than ever before.

His tail tip swayed slightly, his gaze fixed on the orchid eel corpse, unwilling to leave.

Qin Ming was thinking that the recipe recommendations given by the Xuanming Serpent were quite interesting.

Blue eel, blue eel, and more blue eel—from the very first suggestion she gave, she has never strayed from this direction.

In retrospect, this recommendation not only accurately matched Qingchen's hunting needs, but also took into account practical effects.

If you say it's a coincidence, he absolutely won't believe it.

"Eat whatever you feel like eating, don't hold back." Seeing Qingchen hesitate, Qin Ming said directly, without a trace of hesitation in his tone.

"But..." Qingchen's voice lowered. He glanced at the orchid eel's corpse, then at Qin Ming, "It might be too late to find the physical evidence for the assessment."

He knew that although the battle before him was no accident, it was the result of Qin Ming, Keda, and Cangxuan's joint investigation and planning over three days.

They studied the direction of the water flow, the activity patterns of the blue eels, their retreat routes, and other potential predators in the vicinity, checking each factor repeatedly before determining the timing of their operation.

If the carcass is eaten, will they have enough time left to hunt another target of the same level?

Qingchen was somewhat afraid that satisfying his immediate craving for a bite would delay the subsequent skill assessment.

Qin Ming, however, remained calm and said, "It's alright. I think Fatty is about to wake up. We can take a shortcut back and save two days on the return trip."

His tone was as certain as if he were stating a fact that had already been confirmed.

A vague premonition from the contract told him that Little Fatty's slumber was coming to an end and he would wake up soon.

Furthermore, if one can steadily advance two levels without any negative consequences within just 10 days, that would be another form of self-proof.

Qin Ming's ideas were not limited by the initial goal. What the ancestor wanted was "a method that would amaze him", and the fact that "a snake could level up several levels in 10 days" was already surprising enough.

Even without a successful hunt as proof, this rate of growth is itself a form of evidence.

He readily told Qingchen not to hold back and to trust his instincts.

Qingchen's gaze lingered on Qin Ming's face for a long while, as if confirming something, before she finally felt relieved.

Then he lowered his head and began to eat.

This time, he didn't hesitate any longer, abandoning even his elegant demeanor, and began to devour the food rather fiercely.

The enormous blue eel corpse gradually shrank beneath the snake's mouth, and energy flowed continuously into Qingchen's body.

Qin Ming stood quietly to the side, watching Qing Chen eat, silently calculating the time in his mind.