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

Did Little Fatty get it?

What can he learn from such a brief hunt?

Qin Ming stood behind the reef, his gaze following the chubby little figure through the water, replaying the scene in his mind.

It all started with a conspicuous bag that was full of inspiration and exploration, combining the skills of pulling monsters, feigning weakness, retreating, and flexible movement. No one can erase its contribution.

Then look at where Little Fatty's gaze is fixed; his eyes are shining brightly, clearly saying, "So that's how it's done! I've learned something new!"

A bad feeling welled up in Qin Ming's heart. After all these years, how could he not know what Little Fatty was up to?

But he couldn't stop him in time. In the blink of an eye, Little Fatty was gone.

A spatial-attribute spirit beast, if it really wanted to be fast, could disappear in the blink of an eye.

In fact, Qin Ming still had time to stop it; the distance between him and Little Fatty hadn't become so out of control that the contract connection would be completely lost.

That connection hangs deep within his consciousness; if he so desires, he can send a command to stop it.

But sensing the little fat boy's eagerness, he hesitated to speak, yet remained silent.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again, and finally just shook his head, turning it into a soft whisper.

He glanced at Uncle Si beside him. Since the elder was here, he figured he could handle whatever happened.

Uncle Si's gaze was also fixed on the direction where Little Fatty had left, but he did not show any signs of tension or surprise.

Qin Ming felt slightly relieved, but he still wasn't completely at ease.

Uncle Si not only witnessed Little Fatty's departure, but he also praised him, saying, "A very courageous little turtle."

His words were full of admiration.

During the hunt just now, he paid special attention to Little Fatty's skills.

His agile movements, quick reactions, and keen grasp of the surrounding water flow were all demonstrated to the fullest in a short period of time, which greatly pleased him.

He also noticed that Little Fatty quickly found his place in the encirclement, showing that he was a quick-witted and highly adaptable promising talent.

If this had happened half an hour ago, Qin Ming would have been very happy to hear this comment.

But at this moment, he felt uneasy, as if this "courage" was leading Little Fatty in some unpredictable direction.

He hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "Uncle Si, Little Fatty doesn't have much experience. If he acts rashly this time, what dangers might he encounter?"

He was both giving a heads-up and analyzing possible scenarios.

He tried to keep his tone steady, but the last syllable still revealed a hint of tension that he himself was unaware of.

Uncle Si said calmly, "Don't worry, I think he's a smart guy."

His tone was just like that of an elder who had seen it all, showing composure in front of a junior who was just starting out.

"Since he could understand the rhythm of that hunt just now, it means he has a plan in mind and is not acting recklessly."

He had one more thing to say: luring monsters looks simple, but it's not so easy in practice.

Choosing the right direction, maintaining the right distance, controlling the speed, and sensing the reaction of the target object—each step requires accurate judgment.

Furthermore, no matter how much an ant provokes an elephant, it cannot provoke the elephant's anger, so the targets it can choose are ultimately limited by its strength.

The region he chose was ruled by a mild-mannered Sleeping Shark.

These massive sea monsters, which spend most of their time in a light sleep, hardly react to most disturbances. This isn't some kind of battleground of raging, irrational sea monsters, so what risks could there be?

He had also dealt with this sleep shark before; it was a creature with a temperament so stable it was almost lazy.

Even if they are woken up, they will just slowly move to another place to continue sleeping. They are not the type to suddenly get up and chase after you. What risks could there be?

Seeing Uncle Si's calm and composed demeanor, Qin Ming was somewhat relieved.

At this moment, Little Fatty is swimming towards the depths of the sea.

He descended slowly, but maintained a steady rhythm, each stroke propelling him toward the direction he had locked onto.

The surrounding scenery is changing; the light is getting darker, the water pressure is increasing, the shape of the reefs is changing from fragmented to rugged, and the water flow is becoming slower and heavier.

Thanks to his keen sense of space, he actually sensed something big down below as soon as he arrived.

It was a deep, oppressive presence, like a large, dark shadow quietly resting in a depression on the seabed.

Normally, he would probably not want to provoke anyone, but times have changed.

As we all know, the bigger the fish, the stronger its resistance, the better the training effect, and the more impressive it is to catch.

Without needing anyone to explain, Little Fatty immediately grasped the training logic of this hunt and the key to luring the monsters.

If you can find a large enough target, lure it into the right scope, and let everyone engage in a sufficiently significant hunt, then fame will naturally follow.

Cang Xuan said that the leader should be able to do what others cannot and lead the clansmen to a better life.

This sentence kept echoing in his mind, like a creed that had been repeatedly confirmed.

Then wouldn't he need to find a big one?

It's got a lot of meat, so the workout effect is pretty good!

The more Little Fatty thought about it, the more reasonable his plan seemed, as if he could already see everyone sharing the food in his mind.

The chubby boy huffed and puffed as he swam downstream, full of fighting spirit, completely unconcerned about the increasingly palpable pressure that grew with each descent.

The scent of a large predator from the deep sea grew stronger, like layers of weight pressing down on his shell.

An ordinary spirit beast would have slowed down and hesitated long ago, but Little Fatty's pace did not slow down at all.

After all, I'm used to getting along with Elder Kong and Huo Lin, this is nothing.

He had seen what real pressure was like, that kind of heartfelt submission, which was a completely different concept from what he was experiencing now.

Moreover, his heart was burning with passion at that moment, and he was unafraid of any danger.

After rounding the last reef, Little Fatty's view suddenly opened up.

Big fish!

A big fish is sleeping!

It lay horizontally in a sunken reef basin, its body so large that it almost filled the entire basin, and the height of its dorsal fin protruding from the seabed exceeded the height of its actual body.

Its scales gleamed with a bluish-gray luster, like old iron polished by time.

Its breathing is slow and deep, and each slight opening of its pectoral fins creates a slow vortex in the surrounding water, causing even the aquatic plants to sway gently in the rhythm of its breathing.

It was sleeping peacefully, its body rising and falling slightly, the whole fish like a living reef forgotten by time.

The first sight was stunning, but Little Fatty didn't forget his original intention and quickly regained his composure.

He was so close, yet he could still sleep soundly. You can't blame him for that.

Little Fatty grinned, his webbed feet making no sound as he stepped onto the fine sand at the bottom of the cave.