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

When Xiaopang returned, before Keda could even have a chance to initiate an in-depth private chat, Qin Ming summoned Xiaopang first.

He sat behind the stone platform, with a pile of completed concentrate in front of him.

"Fatty, I've made some improvements to the Xuanwu formation on the refined ore these past few days, and the number of finished products has far exceeded expectations."

Qin Ming pushed the concentrate forward, and the surface of the ore showed clear patterns and a restrained spiritual light. Compared to the earliest version, it was visibly extraordinary.

"Boss is awesome!" Little Fatty's eyes lit up with a heartfelt exclamation.

Having experienced the smoothness of perfect teamwork, and knowing that when this teamwork reaches a certain level, it can awaken dormant power, Xiaopang and Qingchen value this immensely.

To him, these refined ores were not merely magical artifacts, but also indispensable steps on the path to higher levels.

He accepted it with a huff and puff, showing no disdain for his boss's abstract art.

Seeing that Little Fatty had finished collecting, Qin Ming released another batch of refined ore. However, these were more or less flawed in terms of material selection and array patterns, and were far less perfect than the previous batch.

Some ores have tiny, inconspicuous cracks, some have irregularly rounded edges on their patterns, and some have poorly flowing light. These are all imperfect qualities, but if we only consider whether they are usable, they have already succeeded.

Qin Ming continued, "Besides what you used yourself, take the rest and distribute it as a reward for the underlings you have high hopes for or who have good relationships with you."

"Wow, boss, you're so kind."

Little Fatty's voice softened, but this time he didn't rush to put things away. Instead, he took out everyone's gifts from the space one by one.

First came a few pieces of high-quality concentrate, then fresh squid tentacles, still damp from the deep sea.

There was also king crab, its shell still gleaming with a bluish-gray sheen, but the crab meat was already neatly arranged, each piece exuding freshness and elasticity.

The remaining portions were shellfish that they couldn't name, but which were clearly very finely prepared.

Several rolls of dried spirit fish wrapped in seaweed, and a bamboo tube of spirit honey that exudes a faint sweet fragrance.

The younger brothers who accompanied him during training, chatting, playing, and sharing all kinds of food must have somehow gotten wind of his boss and guessed that he had something in his possession.

Although he didn't say anything directly, the various gifts he offered, the hesitant manner of his words, and the expectant gazes were almost too much for Little Fatty to handle.

Every time he came back, he brought something new, thinking about when and how he could live up to their expectations without causing trouble for the boss.

If he hadn't been so worried about his boss's hard work, he probably would have spoken up long ago.

But as Qin Ming looked at the continuous stream of goods being taken out, his expression changed slightly—wasn't Little Fatty already lining his own pockets and profiting from it as soon as he became a leader?

The thought flashed through his mind, but he suppressed it.

Is Little Fatty not this kind of turtle?

He'd raised Little Fatty for so long, and although he knew the tortoise was sometimes greedy and sometimes lazy, it was reliable when it came to important matters and had never done anything so selfish and harmful to others.

But as the goods piled up, Qin Ming's brows furrowed more and more, and he began to feel uncertain.

There were simply too many; the amount of concentrate given away was more than he had collected along the way. This could barely be explained by the fact that he had "stockpiles."

But the ingredients were fresh, enough for a normal trial team to have a full meal for a day, making it hard not to suspect that Little Fatty was skimping on his underlings' food allowance.

After all, there are two big eaters in the family. As the older child grew up and made friends, he also realized that his appetite was somewhat excessive, which put some pressure on him.

Qin Ming stopped in front of the mountain of gifts, his gaze sweeping over the ingredients one by one. He remained silent for a while, then slowly withdrew his gaze without asking any questions.

He rubbed his temples, choosing to trust Little Fatty over direct interference or covert observation.

He gave Little Fatty a deep look, making sure he looked normal and wasn't guilty, so he didn't ask any more questions. He just sighed as he looked at the suddenly replenished stock of refined ore.

The newly arrived ores were of very good quality, with pure spiritual energy inside and smooth edges, much better than the ones he had picked up before.

But this also means that he has to start a new round of processing.

The process of creating and solving problems for the first time is exciting. Doing it a few more times makes it easy and allows for continuous improvement. But copying it a hundred times is like being punished, which is really unpleasant.

His fingers tapped irritably on the table, but in the end he just gathered the ores closer to himself without saying anything more.

Once the handover was complete, Little Fatty, disregarding the time outside, couldn't wait to go out and distribute the goods.

He had already turned halfway around and taken a step when Qin Ming grabbed his leg.

"Don't rush, bring one for Kamesawa-senpai too, to thank him for taking care of you along the way."

Of course, this one isn't a defective product; it's the same model that Little Fatty is currently using.

Qin Ming took out a piece of refined ore that he had kept separately from the side of the stone platform. The quality of the ore was the same as the main batch that was placed in front of Xiao Pang and Qing Chen. The pattern was clear and the spiritual energy was smooth. It was a piece that he had reserved in advance.

"They have always been very kind to us, this is the way we should return the favor."

"Hmm, turtle understands. No further explanation, right? Shall we set off?"

At this moment, Little Fatty was like an arrow ready to be launched at any moment; he couldn't wait even a moment longer.

"Go, go." Qin Ming waved his hand, like shooing away a stray puppy, and didn't try to stop him anymore.

……

"Turtle's minions, assemble immediately in front of the Whirlpool Gate! 10, 9, 8..."

On the vast, flat seabed, Little Fatty's four short legs firmly trod on the sand, his tail slightly raised, his neck held high, trying to make himself look more majestic.

This is the time when greedy turtles are eating, sleepy turtles are sleeping, and turtles staying at home are immersed in their own world.

In short, it wasn't a very friendly time to gather, but Little Fatty couldn't wait.

Military orders require strict adherence to commands, but a team that has only been working together for a few days is not yet that efficient.

This is especially true of the Wanjia Guidian, which is known for its slow pace and free-spirited nature.

In the tradition of the tortoise tribe, the concept of time is completely different from that of humans. Slow is the norm, being late is leisure, and being casual is the daily routine.

Little Fatty's countdown continued: "3—2—"

His voice trailed off slightly longer than usual, as if giving the turtles that hadn't arrived yet some time to catch up.

It wasn't until Little Fatty finished counting down from the 10, which he had slightly gambled on, that a few people finally arrived.

Green-haired turtles were present, as were dark-colored tortoises, and a few others whose faces were familiar but whose full names Little Fatty couldn't recall. However, compared to the number during the day, this was rather meager.

Little Fatty's joy vanished instantly, and his face darkened.