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

one second.

two seconds.

The white dog sniffed, then took a small step forward.

Zeng Guian wanted to cry.

He tried his best to hold back, but his eyes still involuntarily reddened, and his hand hung stiffly in mid-air, neither daring to reach forward nor willing to retract, like a statue.

The white dog took another step.

This step brought Zeng Guian directly into the range of his reach.

It looked up and stared at Zeng Guian with its amber eyes, still wary, but no longer harboring the initial hostility.

Zeng Guian's fingertips gently touched the top of its head.

At that moment, a strange, vibrant warmth spread from my fingertips to my palms, then flowed up my arms and throughout my body.

That was the aura of fire, the power awakening within the white dog.

The white dog did not dodge.

It merely twitched its ears slightly, then continued to stare at Zeng Guian, as if assessing whether this human was trustworthy.

Qin Ming stood not far away, watching this scene, a slight smile playing on his lips.

It became.

The spiritual energy from afar might have sensed the thinness of this place and was spontaneously flowing to fill the void. However, it was relatively gentle, and with the assistance of the spirit-controlling contract, the whole process was thrilling but ultimately safe.

In fact, as the level of a Spirit Master increases, their physical fitness and mental strength will leap forward, and the help they can provide will also become greater.

Therefore, Zeng Guian is much safer now than when Qin Ming made a pact with Xiao Pang.

Seeing the halo flowing over the two of them, Qin Ming knew that the matter was settled.

A halo emanated from the white dog's body, gradually enveloping Zeng Gui'an as well. An invisible connection began to form between the two.

The white dog's gaze softened, and a low whimper escaped its throat.

Zeng Guian stared intently, as if confirming that it was all true.

The transformation didn't end until dawn.

As the first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds and spilled into the courtyard, the halo around the white dog finally began to fade.

He stood there, his fur gleaming faintly in the sunlight, his entire demeanor transformed. He was no longer a wounded dogfighting survivor, but a true spirit beast.

【Name】: Plague-stricken Mastiff

[Attribute]: Fire + Poison

[Race Rank]: Mid-level Commander

A Plaguefire Mastiff? Wait a minute! Qin Ming's mind raced; he seemed to have seen this kind of spirit beast somewhere before…

I found it by searching the encyclopedia!

The Plaguefire Mastiff is a rare breed of dog with both poison and fire attributes. It typically inhabits volcanic wetlands, plague swamps, or burning, corrupted lands.

Their toxins can corrode flesh and blood, and their flames can burn everything; they are fearsome predators in nature.

However, Qin Ming carefully examined the white dog in front of him; it was larger than described in the official encyclopedia.

The illustration says that an adult Tibetan Mastiff with a diseased coat is about half a meter tall at the shoulder, but this one looks to be at least sixty centimeters tall.

Furthermore, unlike the dark green fur in the official illustration, its overall color is much lighter, with only a faint green, like tender buds in spring rather than a rotting swamp.

In fact, thanks to Qin Ming's good care, it actually looks quite good overall—its gray and white fur gleams silver in the sunlight, with a few strands of light green stripes adding a touch of beauty rather than looking strange.

Qin Ming looked up and saw the white dog—no, the Plague Fire Mastiff—snarling at Zeng Gui'an, who wanted to pet it.

The fangs had a faint green sheen, indicating they were poisonous, which matched the description in the encyclopedia. After biting its prey, the toxin would spread, burning the flesh and causing the enemy to die in agony.

Zeng Guian's hand froze in mid-air, and he awkwardly withdrew it.

The Plaguefire Mastiff is a powerful and rare mythical beast, and due to the special nature of its habitat, it is usually difficult to encounter in human society.

But no matter what, the Spirit Martial Continent is not without its own kind, but Little Fatty and Cang Xuan are unique.

Qin Ming seemed to be deep in thought, unsure whether it was due to his relationship with Zeng Gui'an, the transmigrator and the native, or whether Little Fatty and Cang Xuan were simply not of the same kind in terms of attributes.

Forget it, I don't want to.

The rest was up to the two new partners to get to know each other, and Qin Ming stopped getting involved.

He yawned and turned to go back to his room to sleep.

The contract has just been formed, and it is a crucial period for the spirit beast and the spirit master to get along. It would be awkward for an outsider like him to stand there.

……

Qin Ming slept soundly through the night.

He slept soundly, without even a dream. Perhaps his worries of the past few days had finally come to an end, bringing him peace of mind, which naturally improved his sleep quality.

So I didn't wake up until very early in the morning, after a whole day and night.

As he stepped out of the yard in the morning light, he took a deep breath of the fresh air and prepared to stretch his muscles.

Then he froze.

Good heavens, there's someone lying under the jujube tree!

Regardless of his appearance, at this rare time of day, he remained completely still, which was quite frightening!

Qin Ming walked in and saw Zeng Gui'an?

At this moment, Zeng Gui'an was still sleepy, with red marks on his face and a few withered leaves stuck in his hair, looking disheveled.

Hearing footsteps, he groggily raised his head, squinted for a while, and finally recognized Qin Ming.

"Good morning..." Zeng Guian yawned, his voice hoarse.

Qin Ming looked him up and down, then glanced at the tightly closed door, and then recalled the plague-stricken mastiff sleeping in his room in the yard. A question mark slowly popped into his mind.

At this moment, Zeng Gui'an and Qin Ming were in stark contrast to each other, both having just woken up. One was full of energy, the other listless; one was refreshed, the other disheveled.

"You..." Qin Ming began, momentarily at a loss for words.

"My dog ​​is amazing!" Zeng Guian suddenly exclaimed, his words startling, a strange light gleaming in his eyes. "What do you think of naming him Long Aotian?"

Qin Ming's lips twitched: "Huh?"

"Long Aotian! How domineering! It sounds like the protagonist!" Zeng Guian became more and more excited as he spoke. "Or maybe... Zhan Tian? Po Jun? Zu Shen?"

Qin Ming: "…………"

He paused for two seconds, deciding not to comment on how outrageous the names were, and instead asked the most crucial question: "Stop, why are you out alone?"

Zeng Guian's excitement vanished instantly. He scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "Mainly... he was too alert."

Qin Ming raised an eyebrow.

Zeng Guian continued to explain: "Last night I originally wanted to sleep with him, but I didn't dare to sleep if he didn't, but he didn't dare to sleep if I didn't... In the end I thought I couldn't just keep waiting like this, so I took the initiative to come out."

Qin Ming's lips began to twitch.

Zeng Guian sighed deeply and pointed to his position: "I was thinking that he was inside and I was outside, separated by a door. If anything happened, I would know, and at the same time, he could rest assured."

Qin Ming: "..."

Although he didn't quite understand the logic behind it, Qin Ming estimated that the white dog's future life would still be quite happy.

After all, Zeng Gui'an had voluntarily given up his bed for his peace of mind, even though both of them might have had a bad night's sleep recently.

Thinking of this, Qin Ming was about to say a few words of comfort when he suddenly frowned.

and many more.

He remembered something.

A very important matter.

"Greetings," Qin Ming said slowly, "Have you forgotten something?"

Zeng Guian looked at him blankly: "Forgot what?"

Qin Ming pointed to the Tibetan Mastiff, which was fast asleep inside the house, then turned his gaze back to Zeng Guian: "Where's your beloved horse?"

Zeng Guian: !

Zeng Gui'an, who had just contracted his second spirit beast and lacked experience, was suddenly overwhelmed by the sudden realization.

His horse!

His first spirit beast!

The steed from Wowa who had been with him for two years and had gone through thick and thin with him!

From yesterday until now—a whole night—he hasn't remembered it at all, not even a little bit!

"Malaysia..." Zeng Guian's voice trembled, "Malaysia... he he he..."

Qin Ming watched with a leisurely air, his eyes inevitably carrying a hint of schadenfreude, as if saying, "Let's see how you get out of this mess."

Zeng Guian suddenly stood up, but his legs were numb from squatting for too long, and he almost fell.

He staggered a couple of steps, steadied himself against the jujube tree, and then rushed into the house.

It stopped halfway through the race.

He glanced back at the ferocious Tibetan Mastiff inside the house, a hint of conflict flashing across his face.

Qin Ming couldn't stand it anymore and waved his hand, "Go ahead, I'll keep an eye on him for you. When he wakes up, I'll have Cang Xuan stay with him."

Zeng Guian glanced at him gratefully, then stumbled into the backyard.