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

Having regained his senses, Master Zheng finally managed to find time to deal with the mountain of unread messages on his way to visit Lingyuan Duck.

He skimmed through Zheng Wenjie's short essay, his brow furrowing slightly. The writing style was still that kid's, but the questions he raised... the criteria for judging the quality of plant mutations? An analysis of the environmental adaptability of rare spiritual plants?

This wasn't the kind of question a nephew would proactively ask. Zheng Wenjie had always avoided fields requiring patience and meticulous operation, his mind filled with ideas like "explosion is art" and "power is justice." Asking him to study how to grow flowers more beautifully? Unless the sun rises in the west.

So, before stepping into the spirit beast rehabilitation center, Zheng Da stopped, found a relatively quiet corner, and dialed Zheng Wenjie's number.

The call was connected instantly, and Zheng Wenjie's joyful voice came from the other end: "Uncle?! You finally replied! Are you alright? I couldn't reach you for the past few days, I was so worried!"

"I'm fine." Zheng Da's voice was hoarse from just waking up and a little tired. "To make a long story short, who were those questions you sent me about plant mutations for? When did you get friends with such high taste and planting skills?"

He knew his nephew's group of cronies, most of whom shared Zheng Wenjie's style—straightforward, advocating violent aesthetics, and probably lacking even the basic interest in "planting," a skill that requires calm and contemplation.

Zheng Wenjie remained silent on the other end: "..."

He knew that his uncle had always had a "disagreement" with his chosen fighting style.

Although he admits that most of the people he gets along with are indeed "art is an explosion" fanatics, and that fire and water are indeed naturally incompatible... but... is it really necessary to look down on his social circle like that?

Before Zheng Wenjie could recover from the "friendly blow," Zheng Da's slightly urging voice rang out again: "If there's anything urgent, say it quickly, I still have things to take care of here."

"Oh, by the way, is Lingyuan Duck alright?" Zheng Wenjie asked with concern, recalling some things he had heard.

"The damage was significant, but the foundation is fine and it's recovering," Zheng Da said succinctly. "Tell me your problem."

"I'm asking for Qin Ming!" Zheng Wenjie replied, his voice unconsciously rising slightly. "It seems he's encountered some issues. I didn't ask for details, but he seems to be taking it quite seriously. Although he hasn't been pressing me for answers these past few days, I suspect his questions haven't been resolved yet."

"Qin Ming? Why didn't you say so earlier!"

Zheng Da raised his voice, with a hint of reproach that said, "You've delayed things." "Wait, once things are settled here, I'll hurry back."

"Plant variation is a delicate matter involving energy balance and environmental interaction, which you wouldn't understand anyway, so asking you would be pointless."

Zheng Wenjie pursed his lips on the other end of the call and mumbled a reply: "...Oh, okay."

Even though he had made contact and received a positive reply that he would help as soon as possible, Zheng Wenjie felt inexplicably unhappy and instead felt a little sour.

Was his uncle being a little too nice to Qin Ming? The moment he heard it was about Qin Ming, his tone changed, and he even said things like "hurry up and go back."

In contrast, what about his own nephew? He immediately says things like "Asking you is pointless" and "You're so clueless"... Who's the real family here?!

The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became. A subtle emotion welled up in his heart, and in a moment of impulsiveness, Zheng Wenjie dropped the bombshell, revealing the key points he hadn't dared to elaborate on in his previous messages:

"Oh, right, I forgot to mention. Qin Ming's isn't just some ordinary mutated plant." He paused, emphasizing his words, "It's a Bodhi Leaf! And most likely a benign mutation of a Bodhi Leaf!"

"This is no ordinary object. Don't underestimate it. If you're not prepared and can't solve the problem, you'll be embarrassed!"

After saying that, without waiting for any reaction from the other end, he slammed the call down. The action was swift and decisive, carrying a subtle hint of defiance.

Anyway, he really couldn't provide any more details. Besides, judging from his uncle's strong voice and the fact that he was in the mood to "scold" him, he should be in good spirits, so there's no need to worry too much.

On the other end of the communication line, Zheng Da was stunned, holding the terminal that suddenly emitted a busy tone.

Bodhi leaf?

It's only been a few days... and Qin Ming has already managed to create something of this level? And it's even mutated?

He instinctively growled into the already disconnected call, "What? Say that again?!"

The only response he received was the gradually dimming glow of the terminal screen.

Zheng Da stood there, processing this sudden and bombshell news, and was momentarily stunned.

This less-than-pleasant phone call with his nephew, however, injected a powerful dose of excitement into him, who had been shrouded in tension, exhaustion, and gloom for days.

If it's a benignly mutated Bodhi leaf... that would be a huge problem! What did Qin Ming do?

Countless questions instantly filled his mind.

Just then, the doors of the spirit beast rehabilitation center opened, and several spirit healers in white coats came out. The one in the lead was the chief spirit healer in charge of treating the Spirit Abyss Duck. They smiled when they saw Zheng Da standing at the door.

"Master Zheng, we were just about to come to you," the attending spiritual healer said in a light tone.

"Your Lingyuan Duck is recovering much better than expected! Although it still needs time to rest and recuperate due to the damage to its mental state, its vital signs are completely stable and its spiritual core is functioning smoothly. It has a truly good foundation and amazing willpower. It's wonderful to see that your complexion has also improved a lot."

"Haha..." Zheng Daqian laughed twice, finding it hard to explain that half of his "good complexion" was probably due to the news about his nephew.

He peeked inside and saw the Lingyuan Duck lying on a specially made care mat, resting with its eyes closed but breathing steadily, and felt a little relieved.

I slept for a whole day and night. These staff members must have been working in shifts without a break. They must have worked really hard.

"Not at all, it's all thanks to you all for your hard work! We are so grateful to you all." Zheng Da changed the subject and sincerely thanked them.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the accompanying officer, who was also one of the people in charge here, carefully asked, "Master Zheng, do you think... you will have time to stay here for a while longer to observe? Although the entrance to the Misty Abyss is temporarily stable, with you and Lingyuan Duck here, everyone feels much more at ease."

His words carried a clear sense of expectation and pleading. After all, even if the Spirit Abyss Duck needed to rest and was not suited to venture into dangerous situations again, the presence of an experienced and exceptionally capable Gym Leader-level expert was the strongest reassurance.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Da blurted out almost without thinking, "It's my duty. The situation here is still unclear, so I should..."

He was speaking when his personal terminal in his pocket vibrated again. This time it was a communication request, and the name flashing on the screen was—Qin Ming.

Zheng Da's heart skipped a beat. He made an apologetic gesture to the officer and walked aside to answer the call.

"Master Zheng? Excuse me for disturbing you." Qin Ming's clear and respectful voice came through the background, which seemed somewhat noisy, as if he were outdoors. "I heard you've returned from a mission, and I apologize for contacting you..."

As Qin Ming continued his narration, Zheng Da's cheerful expression grew increasingly serious, his brows furrowing.

"...That's roughly the situation." Qin Ming paused after speaking, then continued, "Master Zheng, what do you think...?"

After listening to Qin Ming's account, Zheng Da felt a dizzying wave of happiness, but since things weren't entirely certain, he said in a deep voice, "Wait for me to get back! I'll make arrangements immediately and go check as quickly as possible! Until I arrive, you and your spirit beast will remain as is, understand?"

"Understood!" Qin Ming also became serious.

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Da turned around abruptly, only to find himself face to face with the officer who had just received his reply.

The officer was taken aback by Zheng Da's serious expression: "Master Zheng, what's wrong? What happened? Is there anything we can do to help?"

"I... need to go back first." Zheng Da's words carried a hint of apology, but his tone was firm.

The officer was stunned: "...Huh?"