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

The training ground for the Magic City Academy's school team is located in an independent area in the eastern part of the academy, shrouded in a high-level psionic barrier.

The ground here is paved with specially made energy-absorbing and pressure-resistant material, and psionic generators that can simulate various combat environments stand all around.

In this field belonging to the elite, there is a figure who has almost taken root in the area over the past month.

He arrives before dawn every day and leaves late at night, undergoing what can only be described as grueling training day after day.

This person was Zeng Guian.

Compared to when he first enrolled, he had become much more lean and fit, and his skin had taken on a healthy tan from long-term exposure to various simulated ambient lights. His once somewhat unruly eyes had now calmed down, becoming sharp and determined.

In the first few days, he practically crawled out of the training ground, his muscles aching so badly they felt like they didn't belong to him, and his spiritual core was throbbing from overexertion.

But he gritted his teeth and, with his fierce determination to not fall behind and not let others down, he persevered.

Initially, the school team gave Zeng Gui'an, who was on good terms with his good friend and whose own foundation was not too bad, extra attention and access privileges.

Given Zeng Guian's strength and potential at the time, he was actually on the verge of either advancing or not advancing.

But Zeng Guian proved himself worthy of this opportunity through nearly a month of almost self-torturing effort and visible progress.

As for his good buddies, why don't they come and hone their skills together? In fact, we haven't heard much about him on campus lately, at least not like when he first entered the university...

In the past, he would have questioned whether the other person was slacking off, and even subtly urged them to work together.

But after several periods of losing contact and then reconnecting, Qin Ming and his spirit beasts always managed to achieve leaps in strength in unbelievable ways. The magnitude of their progress was so great that it was too overwhelming, and he gradually became numb and used to it.

So when he couldn't contact his good friend again, he had a bad feeling, so he gritted his teeth and hardened his heart to start reading.

Today, as he completed another set of high-intensity psionic resistance training, his body burning hot from the simulated environment and his sweat evaporating as soon as it seeped out, a voice sounded behind him.

"Not bad, Zeng Guian! You lasted almost fifteen minutes longer than last week."

Zeng Guian turned around, panting, wiping the sweat and salt from his face, and looked at the person who had come in. It was Tan Xiao, one of the vice-captains of the school team and a junior.

"Captain Tan," Zeng Guian said modestly, trying to calm his breathing, "I still have a long way to go. The simulated environment is different from the real danger zone, and the speed of spiritual energy recovery is still a weakness. I need to continue to practice."

Tan Xiao smiled and patted his sturdy shoulder: "Don't underestimate yourself. Among the people who entered the reserve force at the same time, your progress is the most stable and fastest."

In your grade, apart from a few elusive "freaks," you've already left everyone else behind.

Zeng Guian felt little joy upon hearing this, and simply nodded. He knew that Qin Ming was most likely among the "freaks" Tan Xiao mentioned.

Sure enough, Tan Xiao changed the subject, a strange look flashing across his face, as if he found it amusing, or perhaps he was sighing: "However... if you compare yourself to your good buddy Qin Ming... then there is indeed 'quite a lot' of room for improvement."

Zeng Guian: "...?"

Since discovering Qin Ming's disappearance, he has been studying diligently, ignoring everything else and remaining almost completely oblivious to the gossip happening in the academy.

But it sounds like before he even finished his studies, his good buddy had already gotten into another big mess?

I thought that through my efforts over this period of time, I had at least not fallen behind, if not narrowed the gap. Why does this sound a little off?

He couldn't quite describe the mix of joy and pride, bitter envy, and curiosity that welled up in Zeng Gui'an's heart. But before he could process it, Tan Xiao signaled for Zeng Gui'an to follow.

"Come on, your training is over, and you know his spirit beasts better. Come along and give us your advice."

They walked toward the tactical analysis room next to the training field, talking as they went.

"Yesterday, your good buddy really made our Magic City Academy look good at the public martial arts arena, and also gave the guests from the North a good 'welcome'."

The video footage and preliminary analysis just arrived. Take a look; they should inspire your future battle strategies.

It turns out that while the Canglong Academy exchange team was urgently adjusting its strategy, the Modu Academy team also quickly grasped the other side's movements through its own channels, especially the brief but highly impactful conflict that occurred in the public training ground.

Qin Ming and Xiao Pang's performance was naturally recorded in detail and sent to the core members of the school team immediately.

With mixed feelings, Zeng Guian followed Tan Xiao into the technologically advanced tactical analysis room.

On the huge screen, key moments of yesterday afternoon's duel were being replayed from multiple angles and in slow motion.

When he saw Little Fatty take the "Cloud Tail Strike" head-on, only to have blood seep from his claws and cracks appear on the ground, he gasped in shock.

When he saw that "Tear Storm" hadn't even deepened the scratches on Little Fatty's carapace much, his lips began to twitch.

When he saw the final, earth-shattering "Dragon's Dive," the disoriented cloud dragon in the pit, and the chubby boy leisurely standing by the edge of the pit... he... he was stunned...

Each frame is accompanied by constantly fluctuating professional data such as energy readings, speed analysis, and defense strength assessment.

After reading it carefully, Zeng Guian's resolute eyes cleared up. He knew that his good brother would always do something big after losing contact, but he didn't expect it to be this big!

He's already at Tier 3, which theoretically puts him among the top few in the entire freshman and even sophomore year, while his best friend is invincible at Tier 3...

Others might not know, but he did. Qin Ming's turtles were the laziest and least fond of cultivating, and if Little Fatty had such strength, how could the others be any worse?

Tan Xiao pointed to the frozen image on the screen and added, "Don't be fooled by the fact that He Fuke seems to be completely crushed by Qin Ming, and even tactically outmaneuvered. His dragon is still quite formidable."

"Both its potential and explosive power are evident, so—"

Tan Xiao stroked his chin. "You'd better get your best buddies here, otherwise tomorrow's exchange battle, whether it's between the third-tier or freshman groups, will be quite ugly."

"Of course, if you are very confident in yourself, it's not impossible."

As he spoke, Tan Xiao sent him a "I believe in you" look.

Zeng Guian's lips twitched, "..."