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

Cang Xuan has always been a calm and composed person. Even if he is anxious, he will not rush him in a loud and boisterous manner.

But Qin Ming could clearly sense the restlessness and unease in his heart from the subtle fluctuations transmitted through the contract connection. That emotion was like an undercurrent surging beneath the surface of a lake, calm on the surface but turbulent in reality.

The precious resources for enhancing strength are intertwined with the sense of accomplishment from nurturing it by hand. How could this usually calm white wolf not be moved by such a combination?

Seeing Little Fatty sprawled leisurely in his chair after eating and drinking his fill, Qin Ming couldn't help but urge him on, "Hurry up, Little Fatty, get moving! We need to go back and meet up with Cang Xuan, go go go!"

He talked as he packed his things, and even picked up the little fat boy and moved him around.

To everyone's surprise, when Little Fatty slowly raised his eyes, a hint of helplessness, as if to say "You don't know any better," was revealed in his round eyes.

He sighed, patting his round belly armor with his paw, and said, "Hmm, boss, after eating, you should be sleeping or taking a walk to digest. The way you're rushing around... you really don't know anything about health!"

Huh? What did you say?

Qin Ming froze, hardly believing his ears. He slowly turned his head and stared at the chubby boy.

"Turtle is serious," Little Fatty said earnestly, patting Qin Ming's hand with his paw. "I've heard that human lifespans are short, at most only a few hundred. You need to take good care of yourself, don't always be so energetic, it's bad for your health!"

Qin Ming clenched his fists silently.

He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down. This was his own spirit beast, and he couldn't beat it... but the corner of his mouth still twitched involuntarily.

"You don't need to worry about it," he said with a laugh, though the smile seemed tinged with malice. "The feedback from the contracts you guys have given is quite substantial, and I'm confident in my future development. Among the Spirit Masters, I'm definitely one of the long-lived ones—I absolutely won't let you down!"

"That's still not as good as a tortoise," Little Fatty glanced slowly at Qin Ming, a hint of pity in his eyes. "A tortoise doesn't need to work hard; it could live for a thousand or eight hundred years without much trouble. As for you, Boss..."

He paused, afraid of hurting his boss's feelings and shortening his already short life by a few seconds, and swallowed back the words he hadn't finished saying.

After careful consideration, I secretly made up my mind that I had to plant some medicinal herbs to nourish the boss... There was no other way, the boss himself didn't care, so I had to take care of it.

Little Fatty shook his head, making a mental note of it. He secretly planned to ask Grandpa Kong next time he went to the Spirit Realm. That old man had lived for countless years; he must know which treasures could prolong life.

The two, one human and one turtle, started bickering in a corner of the cafeteria. Keda was busy clearing away the plates and occasionally flapping his wings to say, "Stop arguing, stop arguing," keeping him very busy.

When the noisy group finally returned to the dormitory, the white figure by the window was so eager that its ears drooped.

Upon hearing the door open, Cang Xuan immediately turned around. His golden eyes were filled with anxiety, worry, anticipation, and a hint of relief that "you're finally back."

"Aww..." he groaned softly, his voice filled with a rare sense of dejection. "If Ye Zi really can't be saved, then so be it."

During the waiting period, Cang Xuan considered all the worst possibilities: spiritual depletion, failed mutation, energy conflict... The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became. To make matters worse, Qin Ming still hadn't returned, which made him so anxious that he paced around his dormitory dozens of times.

"Huh?" Qin Ming almost didn't react. "It's not that bad!"

He quickly stepped forward and skillfully reached out to stroke Cang Xuan's soft white fur. "It shouldn't be a malignant mutation. Why don't you and Little Fatty discuss the specifics more carefully? He knows best about what's happening in his space."

"Huh?" Cang Xuan's ears perked up again, and his gaze fell on Little Fatty.

"Hmm!" Little Fatty nodded and turned to crawl towards the special "spirit beast communication area" in the corner of the dormitory—there was a soft mat and several futons there, which was a private chat space that Qin Ming had specially opened up for them.

Qin Ming followed them, and before they could continue their communication, he suddenly remembered something and suggested, "By the way, should we collect some black hole scales and add them in? Maybe it will be useful?"

Cang Xuan and Xiao Pang in front of them were both stunned.

Regardless of the cause of the mutation in the Bodhi Leaf, seeking a boost of good luck is never a bad thing.

The two spirit beasts nodded repeatedly in support.

So Keda followed.

Qin Ming couldn't help but laugh as he watched the "research and exploration team" marching forward in such a grand manner.

He figured that with Cang Xuan leading the team steadily, Xiao Pang practicing slowly but surely, Ke Da assisting from the side, plus the probabilistic boost from the black hole... with this team's configuration, there shouldn't be any problems.

So Qin Ming didn't follow, but turned back to his desk.

He took the warm, smooth-to-the-touch spirit-patterned business card out of his pocket and examined it carefully under the lamp.

Zhou Weiming.

This name, coupled with the status represented by that five-leaf badge, suggests that he is not an unknown figure in the spiritual healer circle.

Qin Ming opened his personal terminal, connected to the college's intranet, and entered "Zhou Weiming" to search.

The page quickly refreshed and displayed a long list of entries.

Zhou Weiming, a sixth-tier Spirit Master and a fifth-tier Spirit Healer, is currently the Honorary Dean of the Medical School and a Distinguished Professor in the Department of Spirit Healing at Shanghai University...

The basic information was normal. Qin Ming continued scrolling down.

[Main research areas: rapid wound healing for spirit beasts, reversal therapy for spirit core overload, cross-attribute psionic energy harmonization...]

[Honors and Contributions: 317 patented technologies, 42 of which have been put into clinical application; led the compilation of the 7th edition of "Modern Spiritual Healing"; trained 27 spiritual healers of level four or above...]

[Representative Achievements: Improved version of 'Spirit Vein Reconnection Technique,' increasing the limb regeneration success rate of severely injured spirit beasts to 68%; 'Spirit Core Stabilizer' series, reducing the risk of spirit energy surges by 47%...]

Qin Ming scanned the impressive resumes and achievements line by line, but his brows furrowed slightly.

All this information is normal—it includes all the honors, contributions, and research directions that a top spiritual healer should have.

But... that's perfectly normal.

It looked as normal as a carefully crafted public resume.

He closed the basic introduction page and began searching for more specific keyword combinations: "Zhou Weiming" + "sensory overload", "consciousness disorder", "post-psychic riot sequelae"...

There were very few search results.

The few points mentioned were vague, only mentioning that Professor Zhou had "some involvement" in these fields, without any specific papers, case studies, or achievements.

Qin Ming then tried searching for "abnormal self-repair rate", "research on spirit beast self-healing ability", and "cases of rapid recovery"...

Still nothing.

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping the table unconsciously.

Not right.

A top expert who has been deeply involved in the field of spiritual healing for decades, whose research areas cover trauma repair, spiritual core overload, and cross-attribute harmony... all of which are closely related to "post-sensory overload syndrome." Logically, he should have a wealth of research results in this specific area.

But why can't it be found in publicly available information?

A suspicion arose in his mind that it was either a whitewash or a control over vocabulary.