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

"Qin Ming, take a look at today's course list. Is there anything you'd like to audit?" Zhang He pushed a schedule shrouded in spiritual energy in front of Qin Ming.

Qin Ming's fingertips swept across the light screen from top to bottom, his gaze suddenly fixed on the course "The Path to Advanced Formations," a hint of longing flashing in his eyes.

"This one will do," he said confidently, pointing to it.

Zhang He's expression instantly became somewhat complicated. He hesitated, then finally patted Qin Ming's shoulder heavily: "Alright, you go to class, we'll head back now."

"Okay," Qin Ming nodded, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "Is there anything I need to pay special attention to at the Array Formation Academy?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang He immediately pulled him aside, lowered his voice, and subconsciously glanced around before saying, "Nothing else matters, but there's a notoriously crazy guy in the Array Academy named Xuan Jin. Avoid him!"

"Understood."

Qin Ming nodded solemnly. When he came to his senses, he suddenly realized that Zhang He had only given him a name, and he had no idea whether Xuan Jin was tall or short, fat or thin, male or female.

But then I thought, the college is so big, how could I be so lucky as to run into someone like that?

With class time fast approaching, my eagerness overcame my doubts, and I couldn't worry about anything else!

Filled with a thirst for knowledge, Qin Ming strode towards the corresponding classroom. He had been stuck at the bottleneck of intermediate formations for far too long, and this advanced course was like a long-awaited rain after a drought!

The classroom was spacious, but not many people were there. Seats were scattered throughout the classroom. After a moment's hesitation, Qin Ming resolutely chose the only remaining seats in the center of the first row over those in the corner of the last row.

He had just sat down when a refined-looking middle-aged mentor walked in.

His gentle gaze swept across the room, his voice calm yet carrying an air of authority: "Although some unfamiliar faces have appeared in the classroom, I believe that those who have chosen this course have already mastered the fundamentals of array formations."

He slowly walked to the front of the stage and continued, "The difficulty of high-level formations lies in understanding and recognizing the origin of things, and exploring the third-dimensional space... Blindly imitating and following the rules will never allow you to reach the pinnacle of the Dao of Formations."

"The lines of the formation seem mysterious, rigorous, and unshakeable, but in the eyes of a master, they are not absolute. There is something more fundamental and important inside that needs to be found."

"You must have faith in the pen in your hand; a strong sense of conviction is sometimes the key to unlocking the door to success."

"Today's lesson aims to guide you to trace back to the source, encourage you to explore your own talents, and try to forge your own unique path."

As soon as the instructor finished speaking, he waved his sleeve lightly, and the light in the center of the classroom distorted. Accompanied by several clear and melodious calls, three strange birds appeared.

"Today, we will set aside the constraints of traditional array patterns," the instructor said, pointing to the three birds, "and paint on these 'Rainbow Feathers'."

The spirit bird named "Rainbow Feathers" was much longer and more agile than ordinary peacocks. Its feathers were not simply five-colored, but flowed with a beautiful halo like a rainbow, as if it had draped itself with the afterglow of the setting sun and the aurora and stars.

Their tail feathers are long and flowing, like magnificent capes, with intricate and mysterious naturally formed eye-like patterns on them.

Three delicate feathers, as if sculpted from crystal, trembled gently on their heads as they gracefully raised them, refracting a dreamlike brilliance.

They move with ease, their eyes revealing a wisdom and nobility that understands human nature, and their every glance is radiant and captivating.

"I won't make any specific requirements," the instructor's voice roused everyone from their shock. "Just draw the 'images' that you perceive in your hearts."

Looking at the near-perfect creations and feeling the natural rhythm emanating from them, Qin Ming took a deep breath, slowly gripped the spirit-patterned brush in his hand, and immersed himself completely in it.

The design is too complicated; this is a high-level game!

My mentor's words, "Walk your own path," still echo in my ears.

Although he wasn't wearing a mask, Qin Ming gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and boldly began to write.

The front view was too complicated, so he decided to draw the back view instead. With a stroke of his pen, he drew a semicircle and added two small sticks below it.

In fact, this was already quite vivid in Qin Ming's eyes.

However, since many people hadn't even started writing yet, it would seem too unusual for him to hand in his paper early. So he had to think about what details he could add.

Then let's add a few more feathers. Qin Ming started picking out the feathers one by one along the semi-circle.

After scanning the majority of students who were deep in thought and hesitant to write, Qin Ming, who was working hard in the front row with confidence, stood out.

The instructor stepped down from the podium with high expectations...

In less than half a second, he staggered back to the podium.

He looked at the other people's works, his face turned from red to white, then from white to green, and his whole body was trembling. He took two deep breaths, and with a flick of his sleeve, he threw Qin Ming and his masterpiece out of the classroom.

Then, he slammed his hand on the podium, "You all need to be serious! Don't even think about resorting to underhanded tactics!"

"I know there was a prodigy at the formation competition a while ago, but not everyone has his talent. Get back on the right track!"

Qin Ming: ...

He was a little embarrassed, but felt it was reasonable; his artistic taste might not be appreciated by the average person.

Because from beginning to end, only the spirit beasts gave him positive reviews, not any living people.

That's it, that's it.

After being kicked out of the classroom, Qin Ming wandered to the library, attempting to become a self-taught scholar.

By the window sat a young man reading quietly. He was wearing a neat white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses.

Perhaps because it was during class time, besides him, there was only an old man guarding the gate.

Taking advantage of the quiet surroundings, Qin Ming walked over and asked, "Grandpa, do you know Xuan Jin?"

Only by knowing this can one accurately avoid it. Qin Ming sought out this kind of old man who looked like he had spent most of his life in school to ask him for information.

The old man seemed to glance at a corner of Qin Ming's painting, a complex look flashing in his eyes. He smacked his lips, as if savoring a familiar yet heavy name, and finally sighed heavily.

"That child is a pitiful one!"

Not far away, a young man reading a book, bathed in sunlight streaming through the window, paused in mid-air.