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

In their youth, they were also considered exceptionally gifted. When Xian Lao himself broke the record at the Array Tower, he was full of vigor and walked with a confident stride.

Needless to say, Elder Zhen entered the field of formations at the age of twelve and independently completed the framework of an advanced formation at the age of twenty, earning high hopes from his sect.

After becoming mentors, they saw all the so-called geniuses in the world, those with extraordinary family backgrounds, lucky stars, perseverance, and the ability to make a comeback from adversity.

What kind of promising talents haven't I seen? What kind of geniuses haven't I taught?

But I've never actually seen Qin Ming's version.

Those whose spiritual power cultivation can match his lack of array formation skills, and those whose array formation skills can match his unrestrained imagination and daring to think and act.

His ability to combine so many rare qualities can no longer be described as mere talent, and he is still so young, his future is truly limitless!

"He truly deserves these two resources!" At this moment, Old Xian no longer mentioned his previous regret. What was a waste of resources, what was superfluous—that was all in the past.

Elder Zhen nodded, a rare smile appearing on his face: "More than just worthy. But the Magic City Academy is truly lucky! Such a once-in-a-century genius actually delivered himself to their doorstep?"

After the unexpected situation occurred, they also learned Qin Ming's identity: an exchange student and a freshman at Shanghai University.

These two pieces of information, when combined, left the two of them with mixed feelings.

Mr. Xian even went back to check the previous unified examination results, thinking it was a major oversight by the admissions office, but he couldn't find any detailed information at all.

Qin Ming's file was clean and tidy, containing only his grades after enrollment, but no records of the unified examinations before enrollment.

This is almost impossible. Normal students' enrollment information should be public within their authorized scope, at least the basic information should be accessible.

But Qin Ming was different. It was obvious that his talent had been spotted long ago, and his information had been concealed for his safety, allowing him to be admitted early without taking the exam.

Having been a mentor for so many years, Xian Lao is very familiar with this approach.

Truly promising students are identified, targeted, and admitted by the college before the official admissions process even begins. Their academic records are also specially processed to prevent other colleges from poaching them.

It's true that those who are close to the water get the moon first.

Old Xian shook his head and sighed, "How are we going to manage the next few academy exchange competitions? With this brat's strength, in another six months, he'll probably sweep everything."

"He's only a freshman! There are several more classes to come! One class isn't enough, there'll be another, one class after another. How are the other colleges supposed to compete?"

An exchange competition is held every year by various colleges. Although it is called an "exchange" in name, the colleges are secretly competing against each other.

The college whose students perform well in the exchange competition will gain prestige and attract more good students.

If Qin Ming continues to come and sweep the competition every year for the next few years, where will their academy's reputation be?

"Talented people emerge in every generation..."

Old Master Zhen remained relatively calm, slowly taking a sip of his tea. "Weren't you the one who swept everyone else around back then? Now that it's your turn to be swept away, you can't take it?"

"How can that be the same? I swept aside my peers, while he swept aside students two or three years his senior! Is that reasonable?"

"It's unreasonable. But as things stand, that's the reality."

Old Xian was taken aback, remained silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "No, I need to talk to the leadership. In recent years, we've shifted our resources towards practical matters, so let's not host any more major competitions."

It's best not to embarrass yourself in front of your own doorstep; at least retain some semblance of dignity.

Despite being called a "leisurely old man," he was actually quite idle, pondering how to bring up the topic with the vice president.

Saying "Let's not do it" directly is too cowardly; it would be better to find a plausible reason.

But for Qin Ming, everything was just right.

He touched the lucky scale powder on his chest, feeling incredibly confident. Whether the powder was truly effective or just a placebo effect, his day was exceptionally smooth.

He had completed the assessment when the platform vibrated, delivering a new message.

"Upon review, you have achieved a new record for the first day of the Tower Challenge. Reward points are being distributed. Please select whether to make your profile public?"

Qin Ming did not hesitate for long and chose to remain anonymous.

Since going public doesn't offer any additional benefits, it's best to keep a low profile. Anyway, I've already got the points; I don't need the fame or anything like that.

After completing all the finishing touches, Qin Ming put the hard-won array crystal into his pocket.

The left pocket contains a light and darkness-based Bagua array, while the right pocket contains a time-based array; each aura is more profound than the last.

One on the left, one on the right, they returned laden with their spoils.

Outside the tower, the sun was shining brightly, and the sky was cloudless.

Qin Ming walked down the steps with light steps, already thinking about what to eat tonight.

until……

"Boss, come and be the judge! Someone's trying to steal the turtle's fish!"

The little fat boy's voice came from the contract connection, and it was filled with exasperation.

Qin Ming paused, realizing that the ingredients that Little Fatty was interested in were usually quite special.

If this still doesn't make sense to me, it's almost equivalent to saying: "Today's ingredients have been stolen, and we're going to have no dinner!"

Can this be tolerated?

Qin Ming immediately quickened his pace, walking hurriedly.

……

The old man found the vice president in a pavilion.

The once dashing and upright vice president now appears strangely emaciated from behind.

As Xian Lao approached, he noticed a thick stack of documents spread out on the stone table in front of the vice dean, covered with red lines and question marks, clearly indicating that they had been studied for a long time.

As a subordinate, especially one who wanted to offer suggestions, he observed the situation and asked, "Dean, is something troubling you?"

The vice dean raised his head, his gaze somewhat unfocused, as if looking at the old man, or perhaps at something far away: "It's nothing, just some differences in the students they're teaching."

He didn't want to say more.

After taking a closer look, the old man realized that he might have misread it, or that the other party had already made the necessary adjustments.

At this moment, the vice dean's expression was gentle and composed, no different from usual. He had also put away the stack of documents on the table and placed them under a book.

"And you? What brings you here? You wouldn't come here without a reason."

Old Xian cleared his throat and said seriously, "We have discovered a peerless genius from another university. He will undoubtedly become a giant in the future! But right now, he is also a major threat in the academy competitions!"

"Oh, what's his name?" Each academy keeps its star players' information confidential, and the vice dean became interested in the old man's carefully chosen words.

There are very few people who can be described as "peerless genius" by Xian Lao.

The old man spoke frankly: "Qin Ming."

The vice dean's lips twitched.

"...It's him again!"

Old Xian was also taken aback. The vice dean was in charge of the combat department, which was not the same as their formation department!

Suspecting it was just a coincidence or a case of the same name, Old Xian asked, "You...know him?"

The vice dean paused for two seconds, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then put it down. His expression suggested that he was recalling some unpleasant memory.

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P.S.: Thank you all for your support, I'm so touched!

A 360° bow! And a somersault!

Hmm... If you all continue to support me, I'll add more chapters. Although I don't have any drafts saved up, I'll write as quickly as possible. /•᷅‎‎•᷄୭

Limited holidays, huh? Normally you probably won't be able to grind like that.