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

"Mr. Wan, you've met that... prodigy, haven't you?"

About an incense stick's time after Qin Ming left, the middle-aged instructor who had previously expelled him from the classroom hurriedly arrived at the depths of the library.

He bowed respectfully to Old Man Wan, who was standing by the window, and asked with a hint of caution, "How do you feel about the child?"

Mr. Wan did not turn around immediately; his gaze seemed to still follow a figure receding into the distance outside the window.

After a long while, he slowly turned around. The dim light cast a faint glow in his deep eyes, and a hint of approval appeared on his face.

"A very good child."

Mr. Wan's voice was gentle yet firm, "His spirit shines through his brushstrokes; his talent is truly remarkable. What's even more precious is his character... his tenacity and purity, which are rare indeed."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged mentor's face flashed with joy. He quickly stepped forward and lowered his voice, saying, "Then... in your opinion, could we also let him join... that 'plan'? Although his array formation ideas are unusual, perhaps this kind of unconventional approach is exactly what's needed..."

"No rush."

Old Wan gently raised his hand, interrupting him.

"At present, he and Xuan Jin are indeed the two most talented juniors in the art of formations among the younger generation."

Even the finest jade needs polishing. They need more experience, to grow further, and to strengthen their resolve before they can truly shoulder that heavy responsibility. Now… it's still too early.”

The middle-aged mentor frowned with worry. "But, your health..."

Old Wan coughed lightly twice, the sound particularly clear in the empty and quiet library, but he immediately waved his hand, straightened his slightly hunched back, and said in a calm tone that contained an undeniable strength: "It's alright. My old bones can still hold on for a while longer, long enough to see them grow stronger."

He paused, then turned and took out an ancient scroll bound with dark silk thread, its edges clearly tattered, from an inconspicuous corner of the bookshelf, and handed it to his middle-aged mentor.

"Oh, right, there's a fragment of an ancient array scroll here. It's useless to me now, so please pass it on to Xuan Jin. Perhaps it can offer him some inspiration."

The middle-aged mentor quickly took the scroll with both hands, and could feel the special material of the tattered scroll, which exuded an ancient aura.

He carefully put it away, but a hint of doubt appeared on his face: "Okay, but... Xuan Jin usually loves coming to the library, why didn't you give it to him yourself?"

Given how much Elder Wan values ​​Xuan Jin and how much Xuan Jin respects Elder Wan, wouldn't it be better to bestow the gift in person?

Upon hearing this, Old Wan revealed a smile that was almost childlike as he stroked his beard.

"I spoke a few words to that young man surnamed Qin on a whim today. I reckon Xuan Jin will be angry with me when he realizes what I've said, and he probably won't be coming tomorrow. So, I'll trouble you to pass this on for me."

The middle-aged mentor was taken aback at first, then chuckled and shook his head: "Only someone as stubborn as Xuan Jin would listen to anything you say."

Sigh, those troublesome juniors, they're so slow on the right path, but quick at getting into the unorthodox ways! Really…”

"Hahaha……"

Suddenly, Old Wan burst into laughter.

"Skilled? It seems that Qin Ming and Xuan Jin are quite similar in their 'unconventional' ways. No wonder they became good friends."

"friend?!"

The middle-aged mentor suddenly opened his eyes wide, almost doubting that he had misheard.

Xuan Jin, who was aloof and never interacted with anyone, actually has friends?

Qin Ming doesn't seem like a very eloquent person... How did these two become friends in just half an afternoon?

Even though he wasn't usually a gossip, he became a little curious and wanted to ask more, but Old Wan refused to say anything more.

Master Wan waved goodbye to his guests, then slowly disappeared into the darkness and tranquility deep within the library.

…………

The next day, at Shanghai University, at the school team's training ground.

When Qin Ming arrived, he happened to overhear someone boasting.

"Teacher Han Ning, my performance in Illusion 3 yesterday was absolutely amazing! It was as smooth as flowing water, without a single leaf touching me!"

If it weren't closed right now, I'd climb in and show it to you properly!

That kind of inner confidence and self-assurance left Qin Ming stunned. He quickly touched his phone and checked the memory backup.

Just as Qin Ming was pondering how someone could be so seriously ill after only one night, Zhang He revealed his true intentions in a swift and decisive manner.

"Therefore, please do not include this kind of low-level, time-wasting training in our training program anymore!"

Qin Ming, having understood, fell silent.

Teacher Han Ning crossed her arms, nodded, and spoke calmly.

"Oh? That's easy."

"Yesterday, Principal Hui said that he would take advantage of the maintenance period to increase the difficulty of the Illusionary Realm. I was hesitant at first, wondering if it was too radical, but now it seems he was right!"

Zhang He's pupils trembled, and his triumphant smile froze on his face. He wiped away the cold sweat that had broken out in just a few seconds and spoke with difficulty.

"Actually, there's not much to change. We still have new classmates to take care of, so just listening to my advice... might not be accurate."

Zhang He turned to look at Qin Ming, his lips slightly pursed, his Adam's apple bobbing, his eyes filled with pleading and helplessness, the signal "Brother, save me!" almost tangibly floating out.

Although Qin Ming was actually a little looking forward to a more difficult challenge, he put his hand on his conscience and, seeing Zhang He's almost fainting state, was about to speak up to smooth things over.

But Teacher Han Ning beat him to it, speaking in a flat tone as if he hadn't seen Zhang He's winking.

"It's okay, this is just a new difficulty level. The original version will be retained, and you can choose the higher difficulty level later."

At this moment, Qin Ming's answer was no longer important. The light in Zhang He's eyes had completely disappeared. The shadows of his life had solidified and deeply enveloped him, making even the surrounding background seem gray and white.

"Your feedback was very timely, please keep it up, Zhang He!" Teacher Han Ning casually delivered a critical hit.

Zhang He's face was ashen, and his body swayed precariously. Judging from his appearance, he did indeed seem to be terminally ill. Qin Ming observed from the side.

The will to survive ignited Zhang He's potential. He exclaimed excitedly, "Teacher, heretics appeared in Illusionary Realm 3 yesterday! They are ambitious and their intentions are unpredictable. To prevent any further complications, the academy must investigate thoroughly and not rush to upgrade!"

Upon hearing this, Han Ning nodded: "Yes, the academy is already aware of this matter."

A glimmer of hope instantly ignited in Zhang He's eyes: "So...?"

"Rest assured, based on our extensive investigations, it was not the work of heretics."

Zhang He: ?

"It seems our academy has produced a genius in the field of light, and Dean Hui is eager to find such a talent. You can keep an eye out for him in your daily lives."

Qin Ming's amused smile vanished instantly.

His eyes lowered slightly, then when he looked up again, he became enthusiastic and proactive like a good student, "Teacher, what are the characteristics of a genius? We can help find them together!"

Know yourself and your enemy, maintain the initiative, and strategically conceal your own weaknesses...

Zhang He's eyes lit up. "Yes, yes, I'll join too!"

Found it. Dean Hui won't have time to upgrade the illusion realm then, right?

Separated by only a step, the two, who seemed to understand each other perfectly, both harbored beautiful hopes for the future...

P.S.: I'm stuck here, playing Pictionary...to be updated later.