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

By the time Qin Ming arrived, the discussion in the Drunken Ape Forest had already ended.

He slid off the winged tiger's back, and before he could even get his footing, he saw Elder Ape Wine leading Spirit Tail and several drunken apes in their prime walking towards him.

Upon approaching, Elder Yuanjiu struck his cane on the ground and bowed deeply.

The drunken apes behind them followed in perfect unison. Unlike their usual playful banter, their words and actions now exuded a silent solemnity.

Elder Yuanjiu was kindly lifted up by Qin Ming, but still spoke with respect:

"Honored guest, Drunken Ape is willing to divide a branch of our clan to follow you. Our clan is not good at fighting, but our brewing skills are unparalleled in the world. We wish to use this to do our bit for your future."

"As long as our honored guest treats us with sincerity, our clan will do everything in its power and never abandon us, even at the cost of our lives."

The old drunken ape's solemn demeanor was hardly a joke, but Qin Ming couldn't understand what had happened in such a short time.

He glanced at Elder Yuanjiu, whose lowered brows and tightly pursed lips revealed his solemnity, but he couldn't guess the specific reason.

Lingwei and Xiaopang's smug and lively expressions are not of any reference value.

Qin Ming, who was used to thinking things through carefully, was momentarily at a loss.

He only came to get the wine, so how come in just half a day, most of the Drunken Ape Clan were willing to follow him?

How exactly did Little Fatty send the message?

Furthermore, the Drunken Ape Clan never sells its members individually, but they can be sold in bulk? What kind of logic is that?

These thoughts raced through Qin Ming's mind, but he quickly put away these joking ideas.

For a group of spirit beasts like the Drunken Ape, who are not known for their martial prowess, choosing to follow them actually means giving up a lot. What is called trust is in fact entrusting one's life.

For example, the strong hallucinogenic smell of alcohol surrounding the ancient forest was their greatest defensive barrier, but it was obviously something they couldn't take away.

His life and safety thereafter would depend entirely on the strength of his followers. His treatment thereafter would also depend entirely on his attitude.

Although any rational person would not choose to exploit such a special race to the point of exhaustion, Qin Ming understood the profound trust placed in this act of entrusting the initiative.

He took a deep breath and turned to look at Cang Xuan. The white wolf was lying under an ancient tree nearby, clearly having been watching the commotion.

Qin Ming used the contract to transmit his voice and asked several key questions:

Is the land portion of Little Fatty's internal space still sufficient? What is the feasibility of relocating the ancient tree Jiuquan that Drunken Ape currently possesses? Given Drunken Ape's current spirituality, its adaptability, and its impact on the environment?

After carefully understanding the above issues, he solemnly agreed: "It is my honor to be valued so highly by the old gentleman. I will not let such sincerity down. From this day forward, the affairs of your clan are also my affairs."

"I will pay close attention to the raw materials for brewing and the treasures that enhance the quality of the accompanying wine lees, and arrange them for everyone as soon as possible."

Qin Ming's words, indicating that he had already begun to consider future plans, greatly reassured the old drunken ape.

He finally relaxed after holding his breath for so long, and then thought about the wealth Qin Ming had shown before, giving away the Seven Treasures Gourd on a whim and roasting the Golden Horned Flame Sheep on a whim.

He vaguely realized that he might have made a decision that would change the fate of his people.

This young man is not only wealthy, but his spirit beasts are also skilled in various ways. More importantly, his words and actions exude a reliability that is beyond his years and puts the ape at ease.

Over here, Elder Yuanjiu was having a pleasant conversation with Qin Ming, while over there, Little Fatty accepted all comers without hesitation.

At least, that's how Little Fatty imagines it.

He also specially designated a "Drunken Ape Forest" within his body, separate from other areas. It was right next to Cangxuan's spiritual plant area, sheltered from the wind and facing the sun, with abundant spiritual energy.

But in reality, Cang Xuan didn't plan to relocate too many plants. With his current mastery of plants, a small number of samples would be enough to iterate and develop better varieties.

Therefore, he didn't actually tear the Drunken Ape Ancestral Land to pieces; he simply took three whole trees from the ancient trees and bamboo forests that had been mutated due to years of alcohol fumes, each with a higher concentration of life force.

For the other special varieties, important samples were taken in the form of branches and leaves.

Cang Xuan arranged these materials neatly, marked each one with a unique mark, and then sealed their spirituality with the power of life.

Soon, the drunken ape who had decided to follow him began to enter Little Fatty's space in batches to organize supplies.

Lingwei led the young drunken apes, carrying wine sachets and jars inside, while the older drunken apes followed behind, checking the brewing starter and assisting Cangxuan in transplanting the ancient tree.

Using the mark made by the old drunken ape's cane as a boundary, the drunken apes who had no intention of leaving stood there and watched silently.

Some had tears in their eyes, while others fiddled with the wine-making materials and bamboo tubes. There were no arguments, no attempts to stop them; at least for this moment, neither of them regretted their decisions.

In short, Qin Ming and Elder Yuanjiu didn't even need to intervene; the younger generation had already taken care of everything perfectly.

Then, Little Fatty appeared, all smiles.

The moment he appeared before Qin Ming with an air of superiority, Qin Ming sensed something was amiss.

He tried to communicate using the contract link, and his expression changed drastically instantly!

Fatty, you're seriously heavy!

The moment that indescribable weight came from the contract connection, Qin Ming's sea of ​​consciousness felt as if a bucket of molten lead had been poured over his head.

His vision went black and black again, his temples throbbed, and he almost lost his footing.

The mental energy I finally got from the contract with the Winged Tiger is already insufficient again!

Even before actually retrieving his Spirit Control Space, Qin Ming already sensed an unbearable weight on his life. Forget returning to Earth, even carrying Little Fatty around daily would be a problem.

His eyes were lifeless as he issued a completely new brewing command to the old drunken ape who had just decided to follow him:

"Once the Winged Tiger's wine is ready, arrange for me to have some medicinal wine that can greatly strengthen my physique and improve my cultivation efficiency."

As long as there are no side effects, effectiveness is the top priority; I don't care about alcohol content or taste!

Qin Ming's voice was trembling as he spoke these words.

He didn't care about the refreshing taste, the smoothness down his throat, or whether it would make him drunk!

He only wants one kind of wine right now: to maximize his cultivation speed and surpass Little Fatty!

The old drunken ape was initially taken aback by the ever-changing brewing requirements, but then stroked his beard and nodded, showing more delight than anger:

With such determination and perseverance, you will succeed in anything you do!

Seeing that his young master had such ambition, the old drunken ape praised him endlessly, feeling even more that he had excellent judgment.

Qin Ming's lips twitched, but he couldn't manage a smile: "..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but seeing the old drunken ape's gratified expression, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Oh well, so be it, ambition is ambition.

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