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

The officer had no idea that Master Zheng's attitude would change so drastically after just one phone call.

Just as Qin Ming roughly knew that Little Fatty had produced something extraordinary, he never expected that it would alarm someone like Master Zheng to personally make such a hurried trip.

Looking at the brief message from Master Zheng on his terminal, "Departed, will arrive in the evening," Qin Ming put down the documents he was organizing.

"Fatty," he walked over to the chubby boy who was lying by the pool, watching the "food reserves" swimming with great interest, squatted down, and earnestly gave him some advice.

"What you've grown together is probably more complex than we thought. Director Zheng is coming to see it in person, so you'd better be careful. You'd better organize your thoughts now."

"Hmm?" The little fat boy tilted his head, seemingly lost in thought, before scrambling off to find the black hole for scale powder.

Qin Ming, having figured out where Little Fatty was going, fell silent. He should have realized it sooner. For Little Fatty, "paying attention" and "preparing" were roughly equivalent to "increasing investment," and "increasing investment" at the current stage was likely to mean... continuing to exploit the black hole's scales.

Qin Ming then comforted Keda, who had been cut in line, and asked Cangxuan to pay more attention to the black hole so that it could receive more nutrients.

Otherwise, Qin Ming was really afraid that the excessive consumption would be too much for the still-growing black hole to handle.

Cang Xuan nodded steadily: "Okay, leave it to me." His eyes flashed with understanding and responsibility.

Having arranged the "logistical support," Qin Ming looked around his dormitory, which had become incredibly lively and even somewhat messy due to the presence of multiple spirit beasts, and began to ponder another question: how should he entertain the upcoming Master Zheng?

Given Master Zheng's status, experience, and strength, he probably wouldn't even look at ordinary items.

But given the guidance and care he had received in the past, and the fact that he had gone to great lengths to come here, Qin Ming felt he had to express his gratitude.

Thinking about this, a sudden inspiration struck me.

"Wait! Fatty!" he called out, hurrying towards the balcony. "Leave some scales for me! Don't collect them all!"

Helpless, Qin Ming looked around the dormitory. There were spirit beast toys, training equipment, various pre-packaged aquatic products, and spirit plants cultivated by Cang Xuan, rich in spiritual energy but with strange colors...

It seems that the only "specialty" that can be presented is the black hole's scales, which have both aesthetic and practical value.

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Master Zheng's strength and efficiency were indeed extraordinary. From the time he received Qin Ming's call and made the decision, to coordinating border affairs, using a high-speed psionic vehicle to traverse several desolate areas, and finally standing in front of Qin Ming's dormitory at the Magic City Academy, covered in dust but still with a calm and composed demeanor, only half a day had passed.

The evening glow cast a golden hue over his slightly tired but still sharp eyebrows and eyes.

"Master Zheng, you've arrived so quickly? Please come in!" Qin Ming hurriedly opened the door and stepped aside to let him into the room.

Zheng Damai stepped inside, his gaze habitually sweeping over the interior and the spirit beasts beside Qin Ming.

When his gaze fell on Keda, who was standing tall and trying hard to appear "mature and reliable," a barely perceptible smile flashed across his eyes as he said, "Not bad, Keda looks more imposing than when I last saw him. The luster of his feathers and the sharpness of his eyes have improved a lot. He has a very solid foundation."

Just that simple affirmation from a powerful figure instantly shattered the "calm duck persona" that Keda had been trying so hard to maintain.

He cawed happily, flapped his wings twice, puffed out his chest, stretched his neck out, and every feather on his body seemed to be striking a pose, radiating a joyful aura.

Qin Ming looked at Keda and couldn't help but smile as well, the slight tension he felt from Master Zheng's presence dissipating considerably.

Zheng Da smiled kindly, but the smile quickly faded. Without much small talk, he cut straight to the point: "Qin Ming, I thought about what you said on the phone again on the way here. The mutation of the Bodhi Leaf occurred inside Little Fatty's body?"

"Yes, that's right." Qin Ming nodded.

Zheng Da hesitated for a moment, then asked the crucial question: "Then, would it be convenient for you to take out that mutated leaf so I can see it with my own eyes?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming hesitated for a moment. Little Fatty also looked up, his round eyes saying, "I don't think this is a good idea."

"Master Zheng," Qin Ming replied, carefully choosing his words, "to be precise, it was that leaf of the Bodhi tree that sprouted and took root in Little Fatty's space as a 'seed,' and the newly grown buds underwent a mutation."

I'm not sure... whether suddenly removing it from its specific spatial environment and exposing it to the outside world would cause irreversible damage to this newly sprouted seedling.

After hearing Qin Ming's explanation, Master Zheng's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

When he received Zheng Wenjie's call, he heard "the mutation of the leaves of the Bodhi tree".

In the field of spiritual plants, some precious resources undergo benign or malignant mutations under extremely special or suitable environments. Although rare, these are phenomena within the framework of known theories.

But nobody told him—Qin Ming's "Brahma's Leaf" had already taken root and sprouted!

This can't be called a "Brahma leaf" at all! It's clearly the beginnings of a "Brahma tree"!

Even though it is just a seedling now, the concepts and values ​​of "leaves" and "trees" are fundamentally different!

This is like the difference between a single hair on a cow and a living cow.

Even if it's just a newborn calf, as long as it lives and grows, it can produce countless cow hairs in the future, and it is a life form with unlimited potential!

Master Zheng took a deep breath, suppressing the shock and urge to complain that surged within him. He remained silent for a moment, a silence that made Qin Ming uneasy, wondering if he had said something wrong.

"Actually," Qin Ming tried to explain, his tone tinged with apology, "after doing my own research and considering Xiao Pang's recovery, I also felt that this mutation was most likely benign. I just didn't expect... that such a small matter would trouble you to come all this way in person. I really feel bad about it."

Zheng Da raised his hand, rubbed his throbbing temples, and gave Qin Ming another deep look.

His gaze was incredibly complex, a mixture of "Do you even know what you've done?", "This is nothing?", and "Forget it, I can't communicate normally with you unlucky monsters."

He tried to adjust his facial muscles, trying to make his expression look kind so as not to frighten people or turtles.

"Ahem," Master Zheng cleared his throat, bent down, met Little Fatty's gaze, and said in the gentlest and most coaxing tone possible, "Little Fatty, I need to discuss something with you. My partner, Lingyuan Duck, was extremely exhausted during a mission, and his mental and physical condition is not very good, somewhat similar to your weakness after your sensory overload a while ago."

Master Zheng carefully chose his words, "Since you can access the energy in the space, you may even have indirectly used... the energy of the sargassum seedling to restore yourself."

Then, could you try... without harming the seedling, to carefully draw upon a trace of its energy so that I can experience its properties?

Or, if possible, could we let the Spirit Abyss Duck also come into contact with this energy fluctuation? Perhaps we could see if it has a calming or nourishing effect on him?

Zheng Da rushed over with Lingyuan Duck, who was not yet fully recovered, not only to confirm it with his own eyes, but also because this was his deeper plan.

He hopes to conduct the most direct and rapid energy property detection without alerting the outside world as much as possible.

If the energy of the mutated sal tree seedling is indeed as special as he suspects, this conservative approach is the best protection for Qin Ming.

After listening to Master Zheng's words, Little Fatty fell into deep thought.

He is adept at mobilizing spatial energy, but subjectively utilizing the energy of saplings while being "gentle" and "harmless" is a delicate task for his extensive "farming style".

He lay on the ground, his paws unconsciously scratching at the floor, contemplating the feasibility.

While Little Fatty was thinking, Qin Ming rubbed his hands together and took out a small, carefully packaged glass jar from his pocket.

The jar was only the size of a thumb, crystal clear, and contained tiny specks of fine powder that shimmered with a faint blue starlight, reflecting a dreamlike luster under the dormitory lights.

Qin Ming handed the small jar to Master Zheng, his tone sincere and expectant: "Master Zheng, you've come all this way, thank you for your hard work. This is a small token of my and my companions' appreciation, a small gift."

This is black hole powder. We've tested it, and carrying it with you might bring a little luck; you might find it useful. It's not valuable, just a token of our appreciation. We hope you don't find it offensive.

Master Zheng: "...?"

He subconsciously took the exquisite little jar, looked down at the faint blue glowing powder inside, then looked up at Qin Ming's sincere face, which was full of "it's a small gift but the sentiment is deep," and then recalled the shocking conversation about the "Bodhi tree seedling"...

For a moment, even this powerful figure, who had seen countless storms and dealt with numerous thorny issues, was at a loss for words.

Why are Qin Ming's treasures getting more and more outrageous after just a few days?

Is he actually still trapped in the Abyss of Mystery and unable to escape, and is everything he sees just a figment of his imagination?