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

With the help of secret encouragement, Little Fatty soon got his wish and sat in front of the departure banquet.

He had only casually mentioned "eat your fill before the parade," which may have inadvertently struck a chord with the young turtle, so everything went extremely smoothly.

This was a very prestigious dinner party.

The wide stone table was filled with stone plates and shell dishes of all sizes, displaying a dazzling array of fresh seafood from the deep sea—shimmering silver marlin, plump abalone, deep-sea crabs with pearly shells, and several small, chubby shellfish whose names I didn't know but whose aromas were irresistible.

The kelp strips and algae were carefully rolled into small rolls and neatly arranged in the turquoise seashell cups.

Whether shelled, deboned, or sliced ​​and plated, each dish exudes an air of extravagance and wealth.

Some of the fish have colors and aromas that you can't get by earning more points on land. They are now quietly laid out on the stone table, waiting to be tasted.

According to the turtle sitting next to him, the banquet table will also be decorated with special seaweed arranged in a wave pattern, symbolizing good fortune and riding the waves.

Little Fatty didn't know whether the banquet was meant to be a "send-off" or a "rallying ceremony," but amidst the aroma of the food, none of that mattered.

Little Fatty ate while listening attentively. Such hospitable friends were rare, and he was determined to make friends with them; he couldn't just eat there once.

But as he listened, his movements slowed down.

"The human that Uncle Ze brought this time... I heard he was personally summoned by the Ancestor," a turtle at the same table said in a low voice.

"That's right, I heard about it too. And that human spirit master who was brought here, I heard his spirit beasts are also living in the side hall of the Turtle Palace, an area that only elders of the clan are qualified to use."

"What kind of logic is this? We've lived here for so many years and we might not even be able to get into the side hall, so why should an outsider be able to move in directly?"

"Not only that, I also heard that Uncle Ze was extremely polite to that human, personally leading the way and introducing him from time to time. Even his fat turtle has been praised by several elders."

"Most of the elders' attention has been diverted to that; even my father has been talking about it lately."

The abalone in Little Fatty's mouth suddenly didn't taste good anymore. These scattered pieces of information slowly combined in his mind: "Uncle Ze," "human," "contracted spirit beast"—these overly specific terms pieced together a conclusion that he could no longer ignore.

—The goal of this group of turtles, who were encouraged, mobilized, and organized, was to conquer himself.

When he realized this, his hopes for making friends plummeted, a sense of disappointment washed over him, and even the abalone in his mouth lost its flavor.

He slowly lowered his paw, turned his head, and looked at his dining companion whom he had only recently met, confused and resentful: "Why are you all so xenophobic? Did the newcomer do something bad?"

"Well, they haven't done anything yet and they've already taken away most of the elders' attention. If they have any other ideas, that would be terrible. We're not targeting anyone in particular; we just don't want our things to be taken away from us."

Little Fatty remained silent for a while before swallowing a mouthful of marlin sashimi with a bland taste. He could barely taste any sweetness on his tongue, only a bitter aftertaste.

He felt he had been wronged.

Such a hospitable and generous potential partner, is it really impossible to turn enemies into friends?

Perhaps Little Fatty's silence allowed his dining companion to calm down. His attitude softened slightly, and he commented more neutrally, "This is the kind of conflict that naturally arises when newcomers join and dilute the existing resources. It would be the same no matter who was in that position."

Little Fatty put himself in that situation and thought about Cang Xuan, who later joined them—mature and reliable, and now they were even building an orchard together.

If he hadn't come, the Spirit Plant Garden wouldn't have been developed so smoothly, and it wouldn't have become the place where everyone's cultivation resources are now abundant.

As for the black hole that joined later, its scales and powder were offered as tribute, saving him a lot of trouble.

Although the black hole is thin, it always provides enough, so he always remembers to nourish it.

This give-and-take has actually made everyone's lives more comfortable.

He shifted his gaze to his dining companions and sighed in a tone of someone who had been through it all, "Alas, that's because you guys aren't broad-minded enough!"

There was no accusation in his words, only a sense of "you'll understand once you've experienced it."

Having figured out where the problem lay, Little Fatty's appetite returned. He stuffed the plump fish meat into his mouth and chewed with even more vigor.

The dining companion was left looking completely bewildered, unable to understand what was happening, and even his appetite decreased.

However, what his dining companion said did give Xiao Pang some inspiration—he truly recognized the source of Cangxuan not only because of the boss's guidance, but also because of the establishment of diplomatic relations and cooperation in their spiritual plant business.

It is through accomplishing things together that a relationship becomes stronger.

In comparison, Cang Xuan's ability to command battles did not amaze him as much.

Now that he's in a different place, he needs to show his potential and abilities; he's not just a pretty face!

Little Fatty had a plan in mind, and while the young turtles were having a heated discussion, he secretly took a few extra pieces of the best-looking fish meat.

"Why is this bill a bit over the limit?"

A confused and pained mutter came from not far away. Little Fatty paused, shrank his neck, and slightly quickened the pace of his hands.

"It seems like no one is particularly wasteful?"

Little Fatty moved even faster. He slipped away quietly behind the heterochromatic tortoise at the atmospheric checkout, without even turning his head.

It left behind only a round, chubby back view, and quickly disappeared behind the coral reef.

……

"Boss, boss, I've found out everything!"

Upon returning, Little Fatty immediately told Qin Ming everything about the distribution of resources in the Ten Thousand Armored Turtle Palace and its future plans.

He spoke much faster than usual, recounting everything from the division of regions to the backgrounds of the main competitors, and the potential resource conflicts that might arise in the coming months.

As Qin Ming listened, his eyebrows twitched slightly. This detailed, interconnected plot, with its self-consistent logic, truly didn't seem fabricated.

Even the distribution of resources is just right for his stage; they are difficult to obtain, but not impossible.

Such terrifying and sophisticated intelligence gathering.

Only half a day!?

Qin Ming's fingers, which were practicing massage techniques, froze in mid-air.

He glanced at the chubby boy's still-greasy face, which seemed to say, "I'm pretty capable, aren't I?", then looked at the teaching materials he had borrowed from the Xuanming Serpent Clan and the dry rations he had barely eaten, and fell silent.

Little Fatty then took out the last few crab legs and placed them on the table. "Boss, Turtle also brought some back for you. Eat while you work, Turtle's not in a hurry."

The plump crab leg meat, wrapped in seaweed leaves, still retains a slight warmth and exudes an enticing aroma of deep-sea seafood.

In just half a day, not only did I get intelligence, but I also managed to snag some food!?

Qin Ming: "..."