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

Qin Ming felt like a parent waiting outside the exam hall. Although he couldn't actually help in any way, he felt it wouldn't do if other parents were waiting and he wasn't there.

When people gather together, they inevitably start chatting and comparing themselves to others.

Qin Ming didn't know how long Cang Xuan and the black hole could hold out, but he could sense that they were both in good condition.

However, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with the Fire Kirin in his arms.

Fire Scale peeked out from his collar, its golden pupils fixed on the depths of the mist, its gaze focused and profound, not as if it could see nothing at all.

This immediately caught Qin Ming's attention.

"Fire Kirin, what are you looking at?" he asked in a low voice.

"Oh, Cangxuan did pretty well, he's gone inside." Huo Lin's tone was casual, as if he were just saying that the weather was nice today.

Qin Ming was taken aback: "You can see it!"

"Can't you see?" Huo Lin turned his head, with a sad expression that seemed to say, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

Qin Ming: "..."

Okay, he forgot who Huo Lin was.

He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then moved to a less crowded area and lowered his voice: "How exactly is it? Where is Cang Xuan? What about the black hole? What's the situation inside?"

Huo Lin squinted, as if assessing the situation: "The innermost part is the best, and Cang Xuan's direction is correct. We're currently in the top three."

Qin Ming waited for a long time for the next episode, hoping for a live broadcast, but Huo Lin shut up after saying that, while its tail was still swishing back and forth, making him very curious.

"...That's it?" Qin Ming asked tentatively.

"Huh?" Huo Lin looked conflicted, as if he wanted to say something more. After a while, he added, "The black hole is above his head, and they're together."

Under Qin Ming's expectant gaze, Huo Lin tilted his head and pondered deeply. Although he could see, his ability to describe pictures was really lacking.

As he pondered this, a sudden thought struck him: "Hey, even though I can't explain it clearly, I can go in and provide escort!"

Before Qin Ming could react, Huo Lin leaped down from his arms, landing silently on its four paws, its form almost invisible in the snow.

He turned back and winked at Qin Ming, then his figure flashed and disappeared into the mist, leaving not even a footprint.

Wait... Qin Ming reached out to stop him, but it was too late; he only managed to grab a gust of cold wind.

A sneeze!

The sudden drop in temperature is really tough to bear!

However, Huo Lin still had a conscience. He suddenly poked his head out of the mist, ran back, and slapped Qin Ming's hand with his furry paw, stamping it.

A faint golden light seeped into the skin and quickly disappeared.

Qin Ming felt a surge of warmth, as if an invisible film was shielding him from the cold wind.

After stamping the document, Huo Lin nodded in satisfaction, then turned and ran off again.

This time, he really ran away and never looked back.

With the help of the Fire Kirin, Qin Ming felt much more at ease, even though he didn't know the specifics.

He glanced around at the spirit masters who were still waiting. Some were wearing gold coats, some were wearing red scarves, and some had even prepared colorful little capes for their spirit beasts—all very flashy!

My own black outfit is still the most calm and composed!

Qin Ming leaned against an old pine tree, took out the book on formations from his pocket, and continued reading from where he hadn't finished the night before.

……

As darkness fell, the light in the valley became dim.

The figures of spirit beasts began to emerge from the mist. Some walked briskly, while others swayed after a few steps, as if they had exhausted themselves.

The time has come. This time, no spirit beasts were forced to retreat halfway, and everyone made the most of the opportunity.

But time doesn't tell the whole story; the key is how deeply you delve into it.

Qin Ming looked at the returning Cang Xuan and Hei Dong. Although he couldn't hide his exhaustion, he still thought his own was the most handsome.

Cang Xuan emerged from the mist, his steps as steady as ever, his silvery-white fur gleaming faintly in the twilight.

He looked somewhat tired, but his back was ramrod straight, and his eyes were clear. The black hole perched on his head, its wings drooping softly, and its antennae hanging down like a hat blown askew by the wind.

Upon seeing Qin Ming, the black hole struggled to raise its head, let out a soft "Eh," as if saying, "I'm back," and then lay back down.

Even though he was eager to know how much he had gained, Qin Ming, who had just exchanged experiences with the man in yellow, knew that he shouldn't ask at this time.

It's like asking a child how their exam went right after they've finished it. Few children would give you a pleasant look.

So Qin Ming didn't ask; he just observed.

He focused intently, sensing the latest state of the two spirit beasts.

A moment later, new information appeared on the panel.

Cang Xuan's mastery of the power of withering and flourishing has changed, and his understanding of life and death has increased!

"Not bad, not bad." Qin Ming nodded in satisfaction and then looked at the black hole's panel.

My proficiency with Drunken Fist has increased.

Qin Ming was taken aback. Drunken Fist? What was he doing inside the black hole?

Wasn't he lying on Cang Xuan's head? How could he still increase his Drunken Fist proficiency?

I was very curious, but I held back!

Qin Ming pretended not to see anything. He patted Cang Xuan's head and then gently touched the wings of the black hole.

"You've worked hard. There will be something good to eat when you get back."

Behind them, the mist from the Azure Dragon Stele continued to swirl slowly, and the golden light gradually dimmed.

"Boss, did the turtle prepare a good feast?"

Qin Ming stared in silence at the menu, which was so large it couldn't fit everything on the table and was even more impressive than yesterday's welcoming banquet.

He wasn't reluctant to part with it, though he was a little.

But... more than half of the dishes were Little Fatty's favorites. Does anyone remember that these were special rewards prepared for Cangxuan and the Black Hole?

Although they had no objections, having set this precedent, shouldn't the standards for the next few matches at least be on par?

He has it really tough; as the head of the family, he has to treat everyone equally!

Watching the chubby boy wolf down his food even more ravenously than Cang Xuan, Qin Ming was utterly exasperated. "You little rascal!"

……

"Something terrible has happened!"

In the monitoring room, the assistant stared at the data on the instrument, his expression suddenly changing. The pointer of the spiritual energy instrument, specifically used to monitor the concentration of spiritual energy around the Azure Dragon Stele, was swinging wildly, closing in on the warning line.

"This round is over, and the energy concentration around the Azure Dragon Stele is severely depleted!" He hurriedly stood up, rushed out in three steps, and headed straight for the vice dean's office.

The vice president was drinking tea. After listening to the report, he stroked his long beard, slowly put down his teacup, and said with a smile, "Announce a temporary closure. Let those in line go home first. We'll notify you again when the concentration returns to normal."

"Furthermore," he paused, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes, "find out who the promising talents are this time, and give them special attention!"

The assistant hesitated for a moment: "Vice Dean, aren't you worried? This drop in energy concentration will take a lot of time to recover..."

"What's there to feel sorry about?" The vice dean waved his hand, his tone filled with expectation. "How many years has the Azure Dragon Stele stood here? How often does a seedling that can consume so much dragon energy appear? Energy can be gathered again, but if you miss a good seedling, you really miss it."

With instructions from the leader given in advance, the assistant felt more confident.

The vice president, holding a teacup, walked to the window and gazed in the direction of the Azure Dragon Stele.

As dusk fell, the massive stone tablet still stood, but the runes on it were dimmer than usual.

But there was no pity on his face, only a smile.

"Not bad, not bad," he murmured. "I heard that this year's freshmen in Shanghai are very strong. Fortunately, we have also produced some good talents here."

He took a sip of tea, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out.