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

For a time, Qin Ming was so busy collecting black iron ore that he was almost overwhelmed.

It's not that anyone is trying to evade fares, or that there's a lack of order.

These are naturally formed black iron ores. Their internal structure, spiritual energy content, and practical uses may be similar, but their size, shape, and texture vary. If black iron ore the size of a carapace and the size of a fingernail were to be priced the same, it would be too unbalanced.

As Qin Ming looked at the pile of ores of various shapes in front of him, sweat beaded on his forehead.

Fortunately, the relatively free Little Fatty was willing to lend his paws—the heaviest scratches were the lowest grade, and the lightest scratches were the highest grade, with different grades being converted by several times.

Finally, by using quality as a unified standard, a rough ticket standard emerged.

A piece of low-grade black iron ore the size of a turtle egg can be exchanged for an Oasis Experience; a medium-grade one requires only half the price, and a high-grade one requires only a quarter.

While it may not be considered precise, at least it provides a workable standard.

Just when things were finally starting to look up, Qin Ming hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when the rare mineral he had been hoping for, but hadn't held out much hope for, appeared!

A piece of ore with a dark golden luster and tiny sparkles around its edges was being pushed to his feet by an older Lava Tortoise with its front paws.

Qin Ming: "..."

He took a deep breath and said loudly, "Special minerals, line up separately and come to me. Black iron ore, go to Little Fatty."

As he spoke, he took two steps to the left, creating some distance.

Little Fatty, who only needed to extend his paw and didn't need to use his brain at all, immediately cast a dissatisfied look at him.

His claws had just been lifted from a piece of high-quality black iron ore and were still suspended in mid-air, his eyes filled with a questioning look that seemed to say, "Are you a predator?"

"Fatty, these are resources for everyone. Don't look at me, they're getting impatient!" Qin Ming tried to reason with him, but since things were urgent, he didn't give Fatty any room to refuse.

His gaze fell upon the Molten Tortoises waiting in the back row, some of which had already begun to tiptoe and peer out, their tails restlessly patting the ground behind them.

The situation was indeed as the boss had said. Little Fatty pouted and then slowly went to work.

Qin Ming collected the rare ores of various colors that were pushed in front of him with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Some were molten gold iron that felt hot, some were fine-textured gale sand, and some were raw sunstone ore that contained a faint light energy.

Fortunately, he has a wealth of knowledge and hasn't encountered anyone he doesn't know.

Qin Ming quickly identified the texture and purity, and when he encountered items of truly outstanding value, he would find suitable items from his spatial stones to make up the difference.

Small packets of dried fruit, good quality crystals, and a packet of cooling powder made from the remaining ingredients.

Most of the small items are not considered valuable, but in the hot Gobi Desert environment, they are more popular than spirit stones.

He quickly switched tasks, trying to ensure a good experience for each Lava Turtle, and also collected the rare ores in different categories.

His shoulders and neck were slightly sore from looking down and counting for a long time, and his spine was also protesting slightly.

So he got up and stretched his back.

It was only then that he realized the line in front of him had not decreased but increased!

The rare mineral team, which originally consisted of only a few scattered individuals, has now formed a queue even longer than the black iron ore team, and people are constantly joining from behind.

It turned out to be the Flame Turtle, which was originally in the Black Iron Ore team, but at some point it quietly changed direction.

The minerals in their claws changed from uniform basalt to rare ores of various colors.

It was at this moment that he realized the line in front of him had not decreased but increased.

Qin Ming: ? ?

Upon closer inspection, he quickly found the reason.

Although Little Fatty wasn't exactly slacking off, his service attitude was so good that many well-off Molten Turtles chose to switch to another queue.

Therefore, many of the people in front of Little Fatty were taken over by Qin Ming.

Little Fatty noticed this too, but he was happy with it and had no intention of improving it. He even slowed down his claw speed, as if silently sending a signal: Too slow? There's another team over there.

What could Qin Ming do? Looking around, he coughed lightly and said seriously, "For everyone's better experience, this session's registration ends here. But don't worry, there will be another session in an hour. Thank you for your support!"

As soon as he finished speaking, many of the Molten Turtles who were still waiting in line showed disappointed expressions.

Actually, many of them just wanted to squeeze in and didn't have much patience to wait, but the little fish cakes that the two-legged creatures gave out were delicious, and they said it was for everyone's better experience.

The Molten Tortoises looked at each other, and the few that were truly dissatisfied and wanted to cause trouble were suppressed by Mo Xuan, who was patrolling around and helping to maintain discipline, before they even had a chance to show their faces.

The lava turtles that entered the area enjoyed the cool spring water that they could only access during the rare flood season.

The first few that rushed in had already settled down at the edge of the shallow pool, their chins submerged in the water and their tails hanging loosely behind them.

Those who couldn't squeeze in rested on the nearby grass, sometimes savoring a few spiritual fruits, sometimes dozing among the blades of grass, the sunlight pouring down from above, shining on their rounded carapaces, which was quite pleasant.

As Qin Ming tallied up his gains for the day, he also felt completely relaxed.

These minerals are abundant here, but they are highly mobile in human society and there is no worry about them not being sold.

Judging solely from its value, this single haul is equivalent to the entire fortune of an ordinary sixth-tier Spirit Master.

Suddenly, a crimson cloud drifted across the sky. It came without warning, as if it had surged up from behind a distant mountain ridge in an instant. Its edges were tinged with a scorching dark red luster, and it slowly spread across the sky.

Accompanied by unreasonable high-temperature air waves, the newly formed oasis shattered like a dream.

The grass blades begin to curl, turn yellow, and curl at the edges the moment they come into contact with the heat wave. The soil at the edges quickly dries and cracks, and the thin layer of moisture has no chance to struggle before it evaporates completely into the air.

The sound of the oasis shattering was faint, yet it clearly reached the senses of everyone present.

Fortunately, the first round of the experience was over, and the Lava Turtles that were rolling around were getting up and leaving one after another, with dry grass still clinging to their shells. However, it was clear that the second round could not continue in this environment.

Qin Ming gazed at the end of the fiery clouds, where the crimson clouds were steadily advancing outwards, as if some force was continuously operating within them.

He felt this sudden change in weather was somewhat familiar. "That direction is..."

"The place where Elder Fen just passed by," Little Fatty replied confidently.

"Do you dare to go and find out?" Qin Ming gazed into the distance.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Keda and Cangxuan responded one after another.