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

It's rare for Xiao Bao to volunteer like this. Usually, he's always quietly perched on Qin Ming's shoulder or in his pocket, or engrossed in the vast sea of ​​books in the library, and rarely shows such a clear willingness to participate.

In an instant, all the other members of the team turned their attention to that direction.

Keda tilted his head, Cangxuan's ears twitched slightly, and Xiaopang was no longer sleepy, staring intently with his round eyes.

Perhaps it was Qin Ming's energetic appearance that drew attention.

Or perhaps it's because Xiao Bao's level is so low that it's hard not to think of him as an ignorant and fearless newbie.

When Keda made an encouraging "quack quack" sound and Xiaopang hummed to say "Go, little mouse brother!", a boy who looked like an older student couldn't help but walk over from the crowd in line and start a conversation.

"Junior, want to play this?"

He gestured with his chin towards the entrance of the perception challenge area, his tone carrying a hint of advice from someone with experience.

"Friendly reminder: there's an entrance fee for this activity, deducting 5 training points each time. The rules are cumulative; if you guess wrong, you're immediately eliminated, and all the points you spent are forfeited. Want to complete the game and get that last little prize? Difficult! Extremely difficult!"

Seeing that Qin Ming was listening attentively, he continued, his words not malicious, but more like practical advice from a senior to a junior: "So, just look at those 'grand prizes' on the posters and have a laugh, don't take them too seriously."

This project isn't as simple as it looks. The academy's points are easy to use, but accumulating them is really difficult. Junior, you need to be careful when choosing the difficulty level.

After hearing these words, Xiao Bao, who was originally full of confidence, suddenly shrank back, his ears drooped, and his eyes flashed with guilt and hesitation.

Qin Ming felt the little guy on his shoulder shrink back, and gently patted his small body reassuringly with his fingers. At the same time, he looked up at the kind senior and gave him a gentle and curious smile: "From what you're saying, senior, you seem to know a lot about this. Could you briefly explain the ins and outs? We're new here and don't really understand it."

He pointed to several challenge booths in progress. Through the semi-transparent soundproof barriers, one could see the various forms of the spirit beasts inside; some were sniffing the air intently, some were listening intently, and some were carefully touching some material with their claws or beaks.

Meanwhile, the spirit masters outside the cubicle mostly frowned, some closing their eyes and trying to sense through the contract, while others stared intently at the spirit beasts' rather comical physical movements—jumping, spinning, slapping the ground with their tails, and making calls at specific frequencies—trying to decipher useful information.

Aside from being lively and somewhat comical, Qin Ming couldn't really discern much technical skill involved in the scene.

Qin Ming's humbly request for advice elicited a smug look from the senior student, a hint of "you've come to the right person." He cleared his throat and began to offer his expert opinion:

"Those scent samples and tactile materials are inherently extremely complex and subtle, difficult to describe precisely in words. Moreover, spirit masters and spirit beasts don't even use the same 'language system'!"

He pointed to a shadowy cat elegantly licking its paws at his feet, "My cat, the last time it smelled a sample of sea salt, it gave me the feeling that 'it's been exposed to the sun, it's a bit fishy, ​​and it stings a little'..."

The title is "Tidal Rock"! How was I supposed to know it described a rock? I've never licked it.

Even more outrageous, he later told me that he felt even the plain water he drank was salty! That's unbelievable!

He shrugged, his face showing a "too many tears to tell" expression.

Qin Ming nodded thoughtfully: "What about the sound sample? If the sound is transmitted verbatim through the contract, it should be much clearer and more distinct, right?"

"Junior, you're overthinking it!" The senior shook his head, looking at him with an expression that said, "You're too naive." "The sound can indeed be transmitted relatively completely, but here's the problem—if your spirit beast imitates it perfectly, like learning a 'thunderous roar' or a 'baby's lament,' the sound can be heard from inside the cubicle! But if other contestants hear it, they could easily beat you to the answer and pass the round!"

However, if you want to use an encrypted communication system through a contract to maintain secrecy, converting the sound signal into pure consciousness fluctuations... then the required level of understanding and coordination is extremely high!

He held up two fingers: "According to official data, a teamwork score of 70 is the minimum threshold. But do you know what it's like to just reach 70 points?"

It's incredibly unstable! When a spirit beast gets excited, the transmitted signal might be 'broken' or 'distorted'! And the party transmitting the signal often doesn't know where it's 'broken', thinking it's transmitted completely.

The spirit master received a fragmented message and was frantic, scratching his head in frustration. He tried to get back to the spirit beast through the contract, but the spirit beast was even more anxious. In the ensuing back-and-forth, both sides got carried away, and well, what was originally a partial encryption became a complete, all-encompassing "garbled code encryption," utterly impossible to decipher!

The description was vivid and evocative. Qin Ming listened in silence for a moment.

The technical difficulties and potential pitfalls involved are indeed not to be underestimated.

However, he was unaware of these little-known facts about the "70-point threshold for tacit understanding" and the "easily interrupted signal".

After all, his level of understanding with his family members has been ridiculously high since the contract was established, currently exceeding the minimum requirement by a significant margin of 70, so there is a lot of room for fluctuation and it shouldn't be a big problem.

He pondered for a few seconds, then asked with an inquisitive tone, "What if... none of these problems happen to be present? For example, sufficient tacit understanding, stable information transmission, and the spirit beast's perception is also very keen and accurate..."

The senior student raised an eyebrow and gave Qin Ming a careful look, as if he were scrutinizing an "ignorant freshman." Upon closer inspection, he suddenly realized that this handsome and composed junior looked somewhat familiar.

"Wait a minute..." He frowned, looking Qin Ming up and down. His gaze swept over the rare platinum-gold treasure-hunting rat on his shoulder, and then over the several spirit beasts around him with different expressions—a spirited phoenix, a steady white wolf, a round tortoise, and a faint blue butterfly shadow peeking out from under his hood...

Several keywords quickly collided and connected in his mind: freshman, flying phoenix, fat turtle, mysterious whereabouts, formidable strength...

His eyes widened suddenly as he pointed at Qin Ming, his voice rising an octave with excitement: "You! Aren't you that... that controversial freshman who was trending on the campus forum's combat power prediction list and freshman potential list?! Qin Ming?! The Qin Ming who led a group of 'non-mainstream' spirit beasts to dominate the summer camp?!"

Qin Ming: "..."

He's getting numb. How much time has passed? Has nothing new happened lately to steal his thunder?

He clearly thought the storm had passed, so why is he causing such a big commotion?

Qin Ming subconsciously raised his hand, gently placed his index finger on his lips, and made a "shh" gesture, while revealing a slightly helpless and pleading smile, hoping that the other party would keep a low profile.

The senior immediately understood and quickly covered his mouth, but the excitement and curiosity in his eyes were almost overflowing.

He nodded repeatedly, leaned closer, lowered his voice, and instantly switched from "advising a senior" to "potentially a fan": "Got it, got it! Don't worry, expert! I know the rules, I won't make a fuss!"

He rubbed his hands together, looked at the little baby on Qin Ming's shoulder, and his eyes were different now, filled with blind trust and expectation: "Since it's you... then forget what I said earlier! Master, I have high hopes for you! Go! You have to go! The difficulty level is off the charts! Show everyone what you're made of!"

Qin Ming: "..."