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

"You mean...you suspect that turtle is the supplier behind it all? That's absurd!"

Chen Zhen shook his head and paced back and forth. He was forty-two years old this year and had been teaching for fifteen years. He believed he had seen all sorts of outrageous things.

—Spirit pets falling in love and eloping, fighting each other over a female beast, and even a parrot learning to swear and cursing every day... But suspecting a turtle is the supplier behind the scenes? This is even more outrageous than his student's tactical thinking.

It wasn't that he didn't trust his spirit beast; Meng Yu's three hundred years of experience and peak seventh-order perception had never made a major mistake. It was just that at this moment, he was somewhat vulnerable and couldn't recover.

"Mengyu, you need to give me some evidence." Chen Zhen rubbed his temples. "That tortoise isn't very old. Even if it was nurtured from the womb and had maximum talent, it shouldn't have achieved this!"

Mengyu said no more. As a powerful spirit beast of the mental type, he trusted his intuition.

The giant butterfly gracefully turned around, its six legs tapping lightly on the wooden floor, making a soft tapping sound, its posture clearly saying: Believe it or not.

Besides, even if the prediction about the turtle was wrong, as long as the little black hole can be brought back, it makes Butterfly happy just thinking about it.

The way the little guy timidly accepted the essence of the nectar while huddled in the corner, and the way his whiskers curled happily when he ate the sweets—every detail was worth savoring for Mengyu.

So Mengyu went to sleep in a good mood. He half-folded his wings and lay on a specially made soft cushion by the window, the scales on his body shimmering slightly with his breath.

His sleep is also a form of deep cultivation, where dreams and reality overlap, and his spiritual power slowly grows during his slumber.

But tonight, there was no cultivation in his dream, only a tiny black butterfly diligently nibbling at a piece of honey crystal larger than itself.

Chen Zhen looked at Meng Yu, who was fast asleep, and then at the tactical manual for the exchange competition spread out on the table. He couldn't sleep.

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In the dormitory.

Qin Ming looked at the chubby boy who had been so carefree in the morning, but had become timid and withdrawn after returning home, no longer slacking off as usual, and was puzzled.

Why is Black Hole feeling down? Now it's Little Fatty's turn?

Qin Ming scratched his head, utterly puzzled.

He closed his eyes and carefully checked the condition of Little Fatty and Black Hole. In the contract's perception, their condition was exceptionally good! They were full of energy, as if they had just enjoyed some precious resources!

Little Fatty's energy was even more abundant than usual, and Black Hole's state was extremely stable. Even the weakness caused by the consumption of scale powder had disappeared, so it was clear that he had rested very well!

What's there to be melancholy about?

Going out to have fun and relax, and you ended up depressed? What about Cang Xuan and Ke Da who worked so hard to cultivate and fight?

Qin Ming rubbed his temples, realizing that something even more perplexing than the Hundred Solutions to Advanced Arrays had appeared.

At least formations have patterns to follow, formulas to apply, and the experience of predecessors to draw upon.

But the psychological changes of a spirit pet? That's truly unfathomable.

"Fatty, what happened? Do you need my help?" Qin Ming asked directly.

"Hmm?" The chubby boy looked up at Qin Ming, then sighed, shook his head, and walked away.

Qin Ming: "…………"

Zeng Guian wasn't the only one having trouble sleeping tonight; Qin Ming and Xiao Pang were too.

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The next day, before the exchange competition, Qin Ming and Zeng Guian still needed to finish their required classes for the day.

Since they are not the main members of the senior students, the professor will not approve their leave requests based on this reason.

Yesterday, Zeng Guian cautiously handed over his leave request, and his advisor only replied with one sentence: "Are you the team leader?"

Zeng Guian said no.

The tutor then asked, "So you're the one who's officially selected?"

Zeng Guian still denied it.

"Will your participation or not affect the outcome of the competition?"

Zeng Guian remained silent for three seconds before quietly putting the leave slip away.

Today is the stage assessment for the spirit beast battle. Those who pass the assessment first can leave get out of class early.

Logically speaking, given their abilities, the group assessment within the same grade should be a piece of cake.

But when the two met at the entrance of the examination hall, they were both stunned by each other's deep dark circles under their eyes.

Qin Ming had two dark circles under his eyes, as if he had been punched. Zeng Gui'an was even more exaggerated, his whole body exuding a sense of lethargy from not having slept all night, with a tuft of hair sticking up, clearly indicating that he had fallen asleep on the table and then haphazardly rummaged through it.

Qin Ming hesitated and said, "You...you can't be that serious, can you?"

After all, Zeng Guian didn't need to go on stage, so he carefully refrained from saying the second half of his sentence.

But Zeng Guian understood. He had gained experience in hurting people's feelings during this period, and immediately retorted irritably, "You're even less likely to be! What are you so nervous about?"

Qin Ming had a stellar track record, and there hadn't been any major breakthroughs from the opposing team in such a short time. He shouldn't be the one feeling the pressure!

Qin Ming shook his head, his expression unreadable. He couldn't very well say, "My spirit beasts have become depressed one after another, and I have absolutely no idea why," that would sound too embarrassing.

He patted Zeng Guian on the shoulder, feigning seriousness: "Young man, you need to keep your composure!"

"I'll give you that same line too!" Zeng Guian slapped back.

The two exchanged glances for three rounds, but neither convinced the other, and they stepped into the assessment field side by side.

Half an hour later.

The other students in the same group were lying haphazardly at the edge of the assessment area, staring blankly at the ceiling.

On Qin Ming's side, Cang Xuan used incredibly precise positioning to block all movement routes in the examination hall.

When it can reach, it forms a fire suppression that leaves no blind spots in the air. The moon-white light feathers pour down like a torrential rain, precisely avoiding all teammates and landing only on the opponent's retreat path.

The textbook-perfect tactical suppression left the instructor writing a large "S" on the ground, while shaking his head repeatedly as he looked at the opposing team.

Zeng Guian, on the other hand, had a different style. His Wowa Steed was incredibly fast and had amazing stamina, eventually exhausting his opponent's spiritual energy.

The Firefox on the other side was so tired that it lay on the spot with its tongue sticking out, refusing to fight anymore.

Based on the feedback from the spirit beasts' enhancements, the beast tamers are all physically strong, and their hearing is exceptional.

Their bodies weren't seriously injured, but their hearts were! These two were chatting while taking the exam, and yet they still got such good grades!

One of the more impatient students couldn't hold back any longer and said quietly, "Gentlemen, shouldn't we be the ones who need to keep our minds steady?"

Qin Ming turned around, seemingly only then noticing the defeated men scattered on the ground. He paused for a moment, then looked somewhat embarrassed.

Zeng Guian, however, packed his things without changing his expression, and lightly patted his clothes as he stood up: "You are still young, take your time."

"Zeng Guian, you were in the same year as me."

"Oh, so the key is to practice more!"

Losers' Bracket: "…………"

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The two hurried to the training ground, where the score was tied and the battle was at a stalemate.

On the massive arena, two figures are clashing fiercely in mid-air.

Zhao Lie's Emberwing Owl has a wingspan of nearly four meters and is covered with black and red feathers. With each flap of its wings, sparks fall like rain. When it opens its mouth and spews out a blazing white pillar of fire, the air itself is distorted and deformed by the high temperature.

Opposite him, Luo Yunchuan's Thunder Fang Tiger treads on bluish-white lightning, moving through the void as if it were flat ground.

He roared, his body crackling with lightning, and his agile figure, like a bolt of lightning, crashed into the pillar of fire without flinching!

boom--!

Thunder and fire clashed, and violent energy exploded in the center of the arena.

The shockwave swept in a ring shape in all directions, crashing into the protective magic array and creating dazzling ripples of spiritual light.

Before the smoke and dust had cleared, the Thunder Fang Tiger burst out from the pillar of fire, lightning condensing in its right claw. A strike carrying the force of a thousand thunderbolts landed squarely on the base of the Ember Feather Owl's wing.

The Emberwing Owl let out a sharp, mournful cry, lost its balance in mid-air, and left a trail of black smoke in its descent.

When the smoke cleared, the Ashwing Owl, supporting itself on one wing, trembled and could no longer stand up.

Thunder Fang Tiger was panting heavily, with several patches of his fur charred black, clearly indicating that his victory was not easy.

The referee raised the flag; the outcome was decided.

Qin Ming and Zeng Guian stood at the edge of the spectator stands, their clothes fluttering in the strong wind, their hair disheveled.

But neither of them spoke.

Even the slight sense of pride that had arisen from their previous winning streak in the assessments subsided at this moment.

This is the more significant arena, and the stage they will be stepping onto.