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

"Fatty, when did you wake up?"

Qin Ming carried the little fat boy out of the main hall and walked slowly along the corridor, with Qing Chen following beside him.

The ocean current flows through the corridor with a soothing rhythm.

"Even the turtle doesn't know," Little Fatty's voice was hoarse and slurred from just waking up, as if he hadn't fully shaken off his dream. "It was when I was half asleep and half awake that I heard someone say that the turtle was raising blue eels."

Seeing Qin Ming's strange expression, Little Fatty explained in detail: "It's that kind of ugly, grimacing big, stupid fish! The turtle thought that the boss would never treat the turtle like that, so it was a really bad omen and fell asleep again."

Qin Ming's lips twitched violently. He took a deep breath, swallowing back the words, "Your so-called 'big dumb fish' gave Qing Chen an extra skill." He slowly said, "Is it possible that you're not dreaming? Also, blue eels are very nutritious; please don't judge a fish by its appearance."

"Hmm, really?" Little Fatty scratched his head, shaking off the last bit of sleepiness.

He blinked, as if reassessing the situation.

Qin Ming remained silent to himself; after all, cultivating orchid eels was just something to do in his spare time.

Perhaps the Xuanming Snake has more professional experience inside, so if Little Fatty doesn't like it, there's no need to worry too much about it.

The current focus is on Qingchen, on how to quickly digest and absorb what he has gained recently—including the undigested energy in his body, and even more so, the inherited secret stone given to him by his ancestors.

The jade stone was pressed against his chest, slightly warm, and occasionally emitted a pulsating spiritual light.

He turned to the two Xuanming Serpent Clan members who were with him, preparing to focus his attention on Qingchen.

As for Little Fatty, Qin Ming looked down at him and said, "You... are free to do whatever you want? You heard it too, the ancestor told you to show some power."

He didn't need to give Little Fatty any extra instructions. Qin Ming wasn't really worried.

Little Fatty's cultivation at the peak of the fifth rank has already surpassed the level of most of his opponents, and his self-preservation ability has long been maxed out.

Compared to those of similar social class, Little Fatty was more than capable of both enduring injuries and escaping.

As for attacks, he's overweight!

Most spirit beasts are not in his weight class. He can break through all laws with his strength. His huge body is comparable to a heavy weapon. He does not need too many fancy skills.

On the contrary, the humans seemed somewhat out of place in this underwater turtle world. Although the turtle residents who came and went were curious about Qin Ming's gaze, they did not get too close.

Why not let She Niu Xiaopang try to integrate first? With his natural ability to make friends, he'll probably become a familiar face among the turtles in no time.

Qin Ming waved his hand, rubbed off a bit of lucky scale powder that the black hole had just recovered, and then let Little Fatty roam freely.

Little Fatty was a little dazed when he was put on the ground. He looked around as if to confirm that he had really been "released".

Qin Ming watched him depart, then turned to the two Xuanming Serpent Clan members beside him and said earnestly, "I would appreciate your guidance in the future."

The two members of the Xuanming Serpent Clan were not stingy in passing on their knowledge.

They slithered around Qin Ming and Qing Chen, tapping Qing Chen's scales with the tip of their tails, and began to instruct them: "The digestive system of snake-like spirit beasts is different from what human spirit masters imagine. It's not simply a matter of food going in and energy coming out. Proper massage helps promote the flow of energy within the body and can also relieve the stress after food accumulation, making it easier for the body to accept the undigested food."

Qin Ming looked at Qing Chen's nimble snake tail, then looked down at his own arms, which were of limited length and could not be extended or curled up, and remained silent for a moment.

He could indeed press down with his palm, but in reality, it was insignificant compared to Qing Chen's ten-meter-long body.

His gaze lingered on the tail of the Xuanming Snake for a moment before he quickly compromised and ordered a similar device from the official snake pet association.

— An adjustable massage device with multiple adapter heads, specifically designed to aid digestion and relaxation in large serpentine spirit beasts.

He confirmed the order, put the screen away, and only then did he feel a little more at ease.

"Small creatures can sometimes get trapped in the gaps between the scales, which is harmful to the snake's health. It's best to clean them regularly."

One of the Xuanming Serpent Clan members spoke, slightly lowering his head and bringing his nose close to Qingchen's abdominal scales, as if he had caught a very subtle scent.

Without even pausing, she precisely removed a tiny worm, almost invisible to the naked eye, from three inches below Qingchen's abdomen.

The little insect twitched slightly on her fingertip, then she flicked it away, and it vanished into the water. The whole process was so fast that it seemed as if she had just brushed it aside.

Another clansman observed Qingchen's reaction from the side, and only withdrew his gaze when he showed no obvious discomfort.

Qin Ming stood there dumbfounded. It was too fast!

What just happened? He didn't see it at all!

He bent down, approached, picked up the insect, and flicked it away—all in one smooth motion, taking only a breath or two. He didn't even have time to notice where her gaze was focused.

Is it seen with the eyes or smelled with the nose? What is the underlying principle of this skill?

He belatedly realized that this kind of teaching might be going too far. Couldn't there be a personal teaching version?

While Qin Ming was pondering, the top-tier snake-themed tutorial continued.

"Temperature control is also crucial," another tribeswoman chimed in, her voice brimming with confidence born from practical experience.

"Especially in the period following eating, fluctuations in body temperature can affect digestive efficiency. Warm water can help relieve pressure in the stomach, while a sudden drop in temperature can cause peristalsis to stop. You may not feel this much on land, but this is especially important to note in the deep sea."

"Snakes of different ages and with different characteristics have different temperature requirements, so it cannot be generalized."

As she spoke, she shook the ring on the tip of her tail and tapped the surrounding seawater, signaling Qin Ming to pay attention—lighter colors meant it was colder, and darker colors meant it was warmer.

Qin Ming, who lacked a tail tip and couldn't intelligently detect temperature, was speechless.

Sensing Qin Ming's inner collapse, Cang Xuan stepped forward and said, "I have extensive experience in temperature control from my past experience in breeding and raising seedlings, so leave this to me."

Qin Ming looked over, moved, and let out a long sigh.