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

With Xiao Pang's unexpected "confession," Qin Ming felt a little inexplicably tired, but it was as if a window had been opened for him to see how to solve the predicament of Qinglan River in the Lingwu Continent. In a short time, many ideas flashed through his mind.

Without further ado, he put aside his worries and focused his mind, instantly returning to the Spirit Martial Continent.

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On the front lines of the beast tide in the Lingwu Continent.

After leading his team to fight and eliminate scattered poisonous beasts for several hours, Zheng Wenjie, who finally got to rest in the early hours of the morning, was now fast asleep.

In his sleep, he felt a strange palpitation and unease, as if something heavy was pressing on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

He groggily turned over and subconsciously raised his hand to rub his stuffy nose and chest.

My fingertips seemed to touch something cold, hard, and damp...

Zheng Wenjie jolted awake and forced his heavy eyelids open.

By the faint light from the window, he saw a round, dark shape squatting on his chest, its two round eyes staring at him eerily in the darkness.

"Little...Little Fatty?!"

Zheng Wenjie's voice was hoarse and confused, as if he hadn't woken up yet, "How did you get here? I'm... still not fully awake?"

The appearance of Little Fatty made him think he was still dreaming. The next second, a clear, sharp pain, which did not belong to a dream, came from the back of his hand.

"Ouch—!" Zheng Wenjie cried out in pain, fully waking up.

Little Fatty kept in mind his boss's emphasis that "the situation is urgent and cannot be delayed." Seeing that Zheng Wenjie was sleepy and would be a big hindrance, he didn't hesitate and took a bite.

The pain in his hands and the lingering heavy, suffocating feeling in his chest banished Zheng Wenjie's remaining sleepiness.

He sat up abruptly, his hair a mess from sleeping, staring blankly at the uninvited turtle perched on his blanket.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Xiao Pang opened his mouth. At this moment, a row of clear, but not so clear, delicate crescent-shaped marks were left on the back of Zheng Wenjie's hand.

A smug glint flashed in Little Fatty's eyes. A faint light appeared on the tortoise shell, and a neatly folded letter, still slightly damp, was taken out of the mustard seed space and placed in front of Zheng Wenjie.

Zheng Wenjie took the letter with trembling hands, half in pain and half in a daze. His fingers could even feel the coolness from the riverbank at night on the letter.

With extremely mixed feelings, he unfolded the letter in the dim light streaming in from the window.

Qin Ming's familiar, neat handwriting came into view, but the content was completely unconventional and eccentric.

To Senior Brother Wenjie:

My heart is heavy with the disaster, and I cannot sleep at night. So I took a walk along the riverbank, pondering ways to purify the area.

Zheng Wenjie's forehead twitched violently—who would be out taking a walk along the riverbank in the middle of the night when the toxic fog hadn't yet dissipated?!

He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to crumple the letter into a ball, and continued reading.

"I'm sure that when you read this letter, you too will be tossing and turning, worried about the disaster. In that case, sending Little Fatty here won't be considered disturbing your peaceful slumber..."

Holding the letter, which was written with "sincere feelings" and "righteous indignation," Zheng Wenjie looked up and met the chubby boy's arrogant gaze, which tilted his head and looked like "the turtle has completed its mission, it was very hard, do not disturb."

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a clear, still throbbing row of teeth marks on the back of my hand. Finally, I looked up at the pitch-black, utterly silent sky outside the window...

He took a deep breath, feeling a throbbing pain in his temples. He wanted to punch the turtle with his left hand, but his right hand held down his agitated left hand...

"And they're doing it all so mysteriously, with encrypted communication..."

While rubbing his aching temples, Zheng Wenjie muttered to himself, "This letter is full of roundabout ways and flowery language, but it never gets to the point. Something's fishy about it!"

He recalled the encryption method he had privately agreed upon with Qin Ming for transmitting important but unspoken messages—using "The Overlapping Waves" as the codebook!

He composed himself, ignoring the pain in his hand and his anger. His gaze swept across the words on the letter again with lightning speed, his fingers unconsciously tracing patterns in the air, quickly deciphering the structure of "Layered Waves"...

A few breaths later, the real information, like a lighthouse breaking through the fog, clearly appeared in his mind:

"It appears that Lan Yuanjun encountered Jiang Ling at night and questioned why the human reinforcements were delayed... The situation is complex and unclear, and there may be more to the story. Please proceed with caution..."

"What?!"

Zheng Wenjie was so shocked by the decrypted information that he jumped out of bed, instantly breaking out in a cold sweat. All sleepiness and complaints vanished!

What on earth happened to Qin Ming in the middle of the night?!

Lan Yuanjun, whom Master and the association's higher-ups had been searching for for days without any trace, has actually shown up?!

It was also mentioned that reinforcements had not yet arrived?

The news was so shocking that his heart pounded!

He suddenly looked at the chubby boy who was about to retreat back into his shell for a nap, his voice trembling with urgency: "Chubby! Don't sleep! I have something important to ask you! What exactly happened to Qin Ming...?"

Little Fatty rolled his eyes, not wanting to bother with it, and used Void Escape to travel such a long distance; it was exhausting...

The turtle's golden pearls have been used up in a lot, and these few boxes of snacks in front of us are not worth it at all!

With a flick of his little paw, a faint light flashed, and the dried meat, dried spirit fruits, and specialty pastries that Zheng Wenjie had treasured on the table and in the cabinet disappeared at an astonishing speed.

In just a few seconds, Zheng Wenjie, who had been offering the snacks voluntarily, was completely stunned by the empty snack storage. He whispered hesitantly, "Won't you leave me... three... ounces... and a... half a pack?"

"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, Little Fatty suddenly raised his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, casting an unquestionable gaze that carried a faint sense of "authority" and "you dare to bargain?"

Zheng Wenjie's psychological defenses crumbled first, because Xiao Pang now held the key to breaking the deadlock.

"No...it's nothing, this is just a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it and enjoy it...I'll take you to see Master Zheng. Could you make it a little smaller?"

"Hmm." The chubby boy finally grunted in satisfaction, which was taken as agreement.

With his hair all messed up, not even bothering to straighten his clothes, his hands covered in teeth marks, and his heart filled with anxiety, Zheng Wenjie rushed out the door, heading towards Master Zheng's residence...