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

The light engulfed the two figures, and the space distorted and then returned to normal in an instant.

When my feet touched solid ground again, the bizarre and dazzling lights of Shanghai were no longer before my eyes.

At the other end of the teleportation array is the psionic hub of the provincial capital. Towering steel buildings and floating psionic pipes intertwine to form a network, but compared to the Magic City where Azure Dragon Academy is located, it is less bustling and more down-to-earth.

After several transfers within the city, the Ling Rail train swayed and wobbled through the old town. The scenery outside the window gradually changed from high-rise buildings to low-rise buildings, and then to scattered villages and towns. The scene before my eyes gradually became familiar.

Zeng Guian's expression was complicated as he stared blankly outside.

His home is an old house with white walls and blue tiles at the east end of the town, and there is a crooked jujube tree in the yard.

That tree was planted by his father when he was five years old, who said that he would be able to eat dates once he was admitted to college.

When he was selected for summer camp, he went home and ate the dates his mother had dried. Everything from that time is still so vivid in his mind; how could things have changed so drastically in just six months?

Qin Ming sat quietly to the side, recalling the precautions for using various purification resources, without disturbing Zeng Gui'an's thoughts.

The spirit train stopped at a small station, and the two walked along the bluestone path into the town.

Along the way, several women gathered by the stone pier at the alley entrance, chatting idly. Some held needles and thread, while others shelled beans, but their mouths never stopped moving.

"Alas, what a pity for the Zeng family! Their child was just starting to make something of himself, and was about to enjoy a peaceful retirement, but this happened!" An aunt in a floral jacket shook her head and sighed, forgetting to peel the beans in her hand.

"That's right! Old Zeng is such a good man. He even brought us dates this year. How did he end up like this!" The thin woman next to him chimed in, her voice full of sighs.

"I heard the injuries were very serious; even Master Jing shook his head..."

"Hey, why did you push me?" The woman in the floral jacket turned her head in dissatisfaction.

The person who pushed the other person frantically tried to signal with his eyes and gestured towards the alley entrance with his mouth.

As everyone looked, they saw two young men walking against the light, one thin and one strong, carrying backpacks and walking hurriedly.

Upon closer inspection, that sturdy figure and familiar features—Zeng Gui'an! A child from the Zeng family!

The conversation had drifted to the main topic, and the group looked somewhat embarrassed.

Some people quickly turned their heads away, pretending not to notice, and focused on their work; others looked at Zeng Gui'an with pity, as if they were looking at a pitiful child who was about to lose his father.

Zeng Guian paused for a moment. The physique of a Spirit Master is different from that of an ordinary person. He could hear the whispers and understand the glances, but he had no intention of paying attention to them.

He lowered his eyes and quickened his pace. Qin Ming followed silently without saying a word.

The familiar wooden door was tightly closed, and the Spring Festival couplets on it were still red, pasted up by my father during the New Year.

Zeng Guian stood in front of the door, his hand hovering in mid-air as he tried to push it open.

He took a deep breath; though he had been extremely anxious on the way here, he now hesitated.

He was afraid that if he pushed open the door, he would see his father's lifeless face; he was afraid that what he brought back would be useless; he was afraid that this might be the last time he saw him.

My hands were trembling slightly.

"Go on, your uncle is waiting." Qin Ming's voice rang out from behind, calm yet powerful.

He gave Zeng Guian a gentle push, not a big push, but enough to make him take that step.

The wooden door creaked open.

The courtyard was still as familiar as ever, except that there was a pile of herbs drying in the corner, and the air was filled with a bitter smell of herbs.

The door to the main room was ajar, and the faint sound of suppressed sobbing could be heard from inside.

Zeng Guian's throat bobbed, and he finally called out, "Dad, Mom, I'm back!"

He practically stormed into the main room.

The room was dimly lit, with the curtains half-drawn. A middle-aged man lay on the bed against the wall, his face ashen, eyes closed, his chest rising and falling only faintly. A woman sat beside the bed, turning sharply at the sound.

Zeng Guian's mother is well-maintained and always has a smile on her face; the neighbors all praise her for looking young.

But at this moment, her face was haggard, her eyes were red and swollen, and there were dark circles under her eyes. She forced a smile onto her haggard face, a smile that made one's heart ache.

"Good morning, and who is this...?" Her voice was hoarse, as if she had cried too many times.

"I am Zeng Guian's friend, Qin Ming, hello Auntie!" Qin Ming bowed slightly and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Alright, alright!" Zeng's mother nodded, turning her gaze to Zeng Gui'an. She opened her mouth, as if wanting to say something, but only sighed deeply, "Your father... sigh, come and see him."

She moved aside, revealing the familiar yet unfamiliar figure on the bed.

Zeng Gui'an's father lay on the bed, his chest wrapped in thick bandages, with faint black lines spreading from the edges of the bandages. His brows were furrowed, and he could not find peace even in his unconscious state.

Zeng Guian's heart tightened, and he couldn't breathe.

Zeng's mother was an ordinary person who meticulously took care of everything at home, but at this moment she was helpless when it came to matters of the extraordinary.

She didn't understand why Master Jing's magic wasn't working; all she knew was that her husband was badly injured and was getting weaker every day while lying in bed.

In fact, when the town's most powerful fourth-tier spirit healer shook his head in regret, she had already prepared for the worst.

She understood Master Jing's sigh and head shake as he left.

Tell your child that you don't actually expect anything from him, but you don't want your father and son to miss seeing each other one last time.

She thought that she should let Gui'an come back to see his father and say a few words, just in case... just in case it really didn't work out, so that there would be no regrets.

So when she saw her child, her eyes were filled with surprise; it was a mother's instinctive reaction to seeing her son.

But after the initial surprise, there was no hope. She didn't believe a student could be more capable than Master Jing.

Zeng Guian might have been too preoccupied to notice these details, but Qin Ming did.

He stood to the side, quietly observing the changes in Zeng's mother's expression.

It was a complex emotion—a mix of relief at seeing her child, despair over her husband's illness, and a forced strength.

The way she looked at Zeng Guian was like looking at a child about to lose his father, rather than a savior who might bring a turning point.

She had no expectations.

While the mother and son looked at each other in silence and shed tears, Qin Ming secretly pointed to his backpack and winked at Zeng Guian—don't forget what we brought.

Zeng Guian snapped back to reality, blinked hard, and forced back the tears welling up in his eyes.

He took a deep breath. "Mom, now that we're here, we'll take care of Dad. You should go and rest."

Mother Zeng shook her head, about to say something.

But her eyes were dark and swollen, clearly she hadn't rested well, so Zeng Guian pressed on: "We can talk about it tonight. The academy gave us plenty of time off, so we're not in a hurry to leave. You should go get some sleep and get some rest, because Dad will need your help when he wakes up."

As he spoke, he took half a step forward and gently supported his mother's arm.

Zeng's mother wanted to say something, but her son half-pushed her towards the next bedroom.

She glanced back at her husband on the bed, then at her son, and finally nodded, letting Zeng Guian see her to the door.

"Then... if your dad wakes up, he must call me." Her voice was low.

"Okay, Mom."

Zeng Guian closed the door, blocking his mother's worried gaze.

This was something Qin Ming had agreed upon with him on the way, because he wasn't sure if it would work, so he didn't want to give the old man any hope, only to let him despair later.

If she recovers, it will be a pleasant surprise; if she doesn't, it won't be a double blow for her, causing her to go from hope to despair.

In short, they'll give it a try first.

With Qin Ming's thoughtful reminder, Zeng Gui'an felt that what he said made sense, so he did as he was told.

The moment the door closed, the room fell silent.

Only the faint breathing of the father on the bed and the rustling of the jujube tree outside the window in the wind remained.

Now, here comes the important part!

Zeng Guian turned around and his gaze fell on his father on the bed.

He pulled back the covers and discovered that the black lines on his father's body had spread to his chest, clearly indicating that they didn't have much time left.