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

"This is such an outrageous thing, I can't believe this kid is actually going to pull it off! Is he going to break a record, or a record that leaves no chance for anyone else to follow?"

At this point, Old Xian was quite excited; it was truly worth the trip. He had originally thought that Qin Ming's choice of the time attribute was just a momentary impulse and that he was destined to fail, but he hadn't expected that Qin Ming actually had some skill.

He watched as the formation came into being, from its initial state to its current state of perfection, each step perfectly executed, as if it had been rehearsed countless times beforehand.

Elder Zhen nodded, his gaze never leaving the psionic screen: "Indeed impressive. He seemed somewhat unfamiliar with a few resources at first, but he used them with remarkable skill and perfect timing. Could this... be talent?"

"Talent, what a wonderful talent!"

Old Xian stroked his beard, unable to resist praising him, then a moment later, "...Wait, what is he doing!?"

The sudden turn of events made his hand tremble, and he pulled out a few strands of his beard. But he couldn't care less about the pain at the moment. He leaned close to the psionic screen, his eyes wide like copper bells.

Qin Ming's formation was nearing completion. The energies of Time Sand and Dew of Time had perfectly merged, and the formation patterns flowed smoothly and orderly.

Like a complex math problem, he painstakingly derived the conclusion step by step through modeling and auxiliary lines.

The plan was clear and the steps were well-defined. It seemed that only the final step was needed—to seal the array's core, solidify the energy cycle, and then the assessment would be over.

Then he suddenly turned to a new page with a solemn expression.

No, it's not starting a new page—it's adding new lines to an already completed pattern.

The lines are as thin as hair, winding and twisting, like an unfinished traditional Chinese painting.

They are interspersed among the existing patterns, some extending along the lines, some crossing over, and some even covering the existing lines, layer upon layer.

play?

What exactly is he trying to do?!

The two proctors were in a daze.

Adding or modifying to an already established formation makes it hard not to suspect that it's superfluous.

Judging from Qin Ming's previous level of completion, the formation was already exquisite and stable enough, requiring absolutely no further work.

They had examined the array patterns repeatedly, ensuring that every node was handled cleanly and efficiently, allowing for unimpeded energy flow.

This isn't just patching things up, this is...

Even the old man had a fleeting urge to step forward and interrupt.

The moment a beautiful work of art is destroyed is heartbreaking.

He could already foresee that the intricate patterns would disrupt the energy flow, causing the formation to become unbalanced and then collapse.

Time sand and dew of years—these precious materials, along with all the hard work and effort invested, will be destroyed in an instant.

But he was pulled back by Elder Zhen.

He also realized that they had no right to interfere or remind him.

That's the rule; invigilators are not allowed to intervene or offer any hints in any way. Even if they see a failure looming, they can only watch.

Alas, what a waste of resources! What a waste!

Old Xian slammed his hand on the table in regret, then plopped back into his chair, the chair leg hitting the ground with a dull thud.

He crossed his arms, his face was ashen, and he had an expression that said, "I can't stand it anymore."

"Don't be hasty!" Elder Zhen's voice suddenly rang out, tinged with an odd tone. "Although we don't know what he's trying to do, the balance of the formation hasn't been broken..."

Upon closer inspection, Zhen Lao discovered the clues.

The newly added lines did disrupt the original energy flow, but they did not cause disorder.

When energy encounters a new pattern, it automatically splits, detours, and then converges back. It's like a river encountering a rock; instead of washing it away, it flows to both sides and then rejoins behind the rock.

"That was bound to happen sooner or later!" Old Xian interrupted impatiently. In his view, formations emphasize clean lines and efficient routes. Energy should travel from point A to point B via the shortest straight line, and detours are the worst thing to do.

Are you trying to carve a flower by being so hesitant? A formation isn't a decorative painting; it's not about being as complex as possible to make it look good.

"This child has definitely gone astray! I'm not watching anymore!" At this moment, the old man was restless, standing up and sitting down repeatedly, feeling annoyed no matter what he did.

He paced back and forth in the observation room with his hands behind his back, each step heavy, as if he were struggling against the floor.

Elder Zhen: "..."

After pacing around twice, Old Xian noticed that Old Zhen had no reaction whatsoever, and couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Old Zhen said slowly, "The best angle for observation is limited anyway. It's good that you're leaving so I can make room. You're blocking the light."

Old Xian was taken aback.

"Why haven't you left yet? The exit is over there. Goodbye."

Old Man Xian: "..."

He glared at Elder Zhen, but didn't leave. After standing there for a few more seconds, he couldn't resist moving back to the psionic screen. He said he wouldn't look anymore, but his actions betrayed him.

On the other end, Qin Ming was in perfect form.

Thanks to his extensive accumulation of past materials, Qin Ming's painting skills became increasingly proficient. His lines were free and unrestrained, making it impossible to predict where the next stroke would land.

Sometimes I suddenly turn a corner halfway through drawing, sometimes I add a few dots in a blank space, and sometimes I go back and thicken the lines I drew before.

But every stroke of the pen is imbued with an unquestionable certainty.

He was so confident that even the two proctors began to doubt themselves.

Perhaps this is a lost, unique skill from some region, and they are simply short-sighted?

Elder Xian and Elder Zhen exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of wavering in each other's eyes.

As a result, the two became even more cautious. Old Xian stopped cursing and swearing, while Old Zhen's brows furrowed more and more tightly. Both of them held their breath, afraid of missing any detail.

A moment later, Old Zhen's voice trembled slightly, "Old Xian, I think I've figured it out!"

Old Xian immediately leaned over: "What did you see?"

"He's drawing it based on the Eternal Scale!"

In fact, Qin Ming's actions were not intended to conceal anything, but his writing was too deceptive.

At first glance, the lines appear chaotic and disorderly, but as the number increases, they seem to begin to intersect.

"What a joke!" The old man who said he was leaving earlier is still squeezed into the best observation spot.

But after he finished speaking, I took a closer look.

Old Xian's expression changed.

The chaotic lines seemed to suddenly gain order in a moment, and he realized that they had unknowingly formed a masterpiece that was vivid enough.

The feeling at that moment was truly awe-inspiring.

Qin Ming wasn't rigidly trying to imitate the "form" of the Eternal Scale, but rather subconsciously trying to capture its "spirit," capturing the imprint left on the scale by the energy of time.

He is not pursuing mere form, but something of a higher dimension and more essential nature.

As time went by, a wisp of aura that shared the same origin as the Eternal Scale had evolved within the formation!

It also blends very well with the previous Time Sand and Dew of Time.

However, unlike the other two, the aura of this Eternal Scale was created out of thin air by Qin Ming!

"How did he do that?! How could he capture the essence of time?"

At this moment, the old man's voice completely changed.

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P.S.: The earnings are very low, so I have little motivation to update. I'm just begging online for help out of love~

Otherwise, I'll go play with the ocarina, acrylic markers, watercolors, Pictionary, Sudoku, and Minesweeper! (*°▽°)ﾉ