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

Just as the judges predicted, although these induced plants consumed a great deal of energy, they could always extract something from the opponent. In addition, with Cangxuan's understanding of the power of withering and flourishing, a portion was recovered at the end of each match.

Then, a strange scene unfolded: while others were panting heavily after a fight, Cang Xuan was calm and composed; while others' spiritual power dwindled with each battle, Cang Xuan's spiritual power... seemed...?

Cang Xuan used this one move to defeat all the fresh seafood, winning all the way until mealtime.

The onlookers' expressions had shifted from shock to utter disbelief—was there really such a powerful skill that also had low resource consumption? Was that reasonable? Was it legal?

Some people have tried to find flaws in the principles, but the power of decay and prosperity is too mysterious, and few have been able to see through it, making it even more difficult to crack.

Some people tried to find clues from Cang Xuan's expression, only to find that his face had the same expression from beginning to end, showing neither excitement nor fatigue, as if he was just completing a daily task.

Qin Ming didn't care what they thought.

When it's mealtime, it's time to eat.

They had been traveling all day, so overtime? Not a chance.

"Cang Xuan's performance was outstanding, giving us a great start," Qin Ming said as they walked, his tone slightly guiding. "How about the others? How are they feeling?"

He originally wanted to liven things up and let everyone share their feelings about being new here.

result--

"Ugh, so cold, so sleepy." Little Fatty didn't even lift his eyelids, shrinking back and his face screamed "Do Not Disturb."

On Earth, even a small amount of spiritual energy is enough to ward off the cold, a veritable dimensional attack.

But here, the cold is all-pervasive, and spiritual energy is completely unreliable. They tried using spiritual power to protect themselves, but the spiritual power was consumed very quickly, while the cold did not lessen at all; they also tried wearing more clothes, but the cold was the kind that seeps into the bones, and wearing more clothes was useless.

Right now, Little Fatty just wants to find a warm hole to crawl into and hibernate until spring.

"Quack, duck, now we understand why our ancestors migrated south." Keda is a little better than Little Fatty, but not by much.

He opened one eye to reply, while keeping the other eye closed, and all the feathers on his body bristled, making him look like a fluffy ball.

Even so, he still felt cold, a cold that crept up from his feet.

Qin Ming should have been quite cold too, but he had a Fire Scale brand hand warmer!

The effect? ​​You'll know once you use it!

Huo Lin was nestled in Qin Ming's arms, the beast resembling a fluffy red dumpling. It radiated a gentle warmth, not scalding, but enough to dispel the surrounding chill.

Qin Ming held him, as if he were holding a small stove, feeling warm from head to toe.

Looking at the exchange students who were also timid and eager to stick together for warmth, he marveled at his foresight.

"Hoo hoo, according to... according to... it is said that depending on the individual's adaptation speed, there will be... according to... improvement within a week." Zeng Guian stammered, shivering.

He was huddled inside a thick cloak, with only his face, pale from the cold, showing, and his lips trembling slightly.

He glanced at Qin Ming, then at the Fire Kirin in Qin Ming's arms, his eyes filled with envy and jealousy.

"Aren't you...you...aren't you cold?"

Qin Ming fell silent.

He hugged the Fire Kirin tightly, stroked its fur a couple more times, and felt the warmth from his palms, which warmed his heart.

If you stay here for a full week, you will automatically gain some ice-type antibodies or ice-type affinity based on your physical constitution. This can be considered a gift from traveling all over the country and different regions.

This was something the instructors at Azure Dragon Academy had reminded us of before we set off. Each region has its own preferred spiritual energy attribute, and over time, the body will gradually adapt and may even gain some slight affinity for that attribute.

The original city of Magic City was water-friendly, and I heard that further south it was wood-friendly and fire-friendly, while to the west it was earth-friendly.

As for the cold that one has to endure to come here, that is a small price to pay for this gift.

If there are ways to avoid it, that's certainly possible, like the Fire Kirin in Qin Ming's arms.

So Qin Ming hugged the small stove in his arms tightly, enjoying this special treatment with a clear conscience.

"Why don't you summon your Po Jun?" Qin Ming suddenly remembered something. "Spirit beasts are generally stronger than humans; he's more resistant to the cold than you, right?"

Zeng Guian glanced enviously at Qin Ming's arms, hugging himself tightly with a weak and helpless expression, his eyes filled with struggle.

"Po Jun is still young, unlike your son who has a good physique," he replied.

Huo Lin often appeared around Qin Ming. Zeng Gui'an only thought of him as a spirit beast left to him by his elders. He vaguely knew that Huo Lin was powerful and mysterious, but he didn't know anything else.

In his view, it was only natural that a spirit beast of the Fire Scale's caliber could resist the cold.

But Po Jun is different. How old is Po Jun? How long has he been with him?

"I plan to summon him only after I develop an antibody or affinity for ice-type attacks," Zeng Guian explained. "That way, with my feedback buffer, he'll feel much better. If he gets frozen after coming out, wouldn't our relationship be even worse?"

This is a very thoughtful plan, so thoughtful that if Little Fatty heard it, he would probably rebel—they are both spirit beasts, so why does Po Jun get to enjoy this kind of treatment?

But...

Qin Ming scratched his head.

He recalled Cang Xuan's performance, and then he thought of Po Jun's original form before his transformation—that was a cold-resistant dog breed.

"Is it possible," Qin Ming said cautiously, "that your Po Jun has an exceptionally strong resistance to the cold, and you're overthinking it?"

Zeng Guian was stunned for a moment: "Huh? That can't be, can it?"

"Then give it a try." Qin Ming looked at him sincerely. "I won't hurt you."

Zeng Guian hesitated for three seconds, but ultimately, out of trust in Qin Ming, he took a deep breath and summoned Po Jun.

A flash of white light.

Po Jun appeared at the edge of the snowfield.

He paused for a moment, then tentatively placed his four paws on the snow, the icy touch making him flinch slightly.

Although Po Jun had experienced cruelty in the past, he was still young. After being well cared for by Qin Ming for a period of time, he became more lively.

Unable to resist his curiosity, he lowered his head, sniffed, and even stuck out his tongue to lick it. He licked it again and again. Unconsciously, he took one step, two steps, and three steps forward.

Gradually, he began to frolic in the snow.

A light gray figure ran and jumped across the white snow, leaving a trail of messy paw prints.

He would occasionally stop, scoop up a handful of snow with his nose, and fling it everywhere; every now and then he would jump up and try to catch the falling snowflakes.

The dog's face was filled with excitement and joy, as if it had discovered a new continent, and it completely forgot about Zeng Gui'an.

Zeng Guian: "..."

He watched Po Jun running wildly in the snow, then looked at his own frozen fingers, and fell into deep silence.

So, all his worries, concerns, and thoughtful gestures like "I'll call you out when I have antibodies" were just wasted on the dog.

After running around for a while, Po Jun finally remembered Cang Xuan's teachings: to enhance the friendship between the two sides and establish a tacit understanding.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Zeng Guian and extended his first invitation, "Woof, want to exercise together?"

Zeng Guian swallowed hard, suddenly realizing that he was the one who needed to be worried about.