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

"Speaking of which, this year's exchange students from Shanghai will soon be assigned to their respective institutions. I just wonder who they will all be going to this time."

On the main road of Canglong Academy, two boys dressed in combat-style short-sleeved outfits walked side by side. The taller one had his hands in his pockets and spoke with a nonchalant tone.

"So what?" The short man scoffed, rubbing his hands together and exhaling a puff of white breath. "Being unaccustomed to the water and soil, they're all freezing like cowards. Their tactics are limited, so how much of their strength can they exert? How can they affect the overall outcome of our battle?" As he spoke, he laughed first.

The tall man shook his head, his tone becoming more serious: "You wouldn't know, would you? A few days ago, I heard there was some outsider who pulled off a stunning upset and won several matches in a row!"

"So what?" the short man said dismissively. "I've heard that news too. Many skilled people went there to stake out the place, but they've never been seen again. It's clear they're all hype!"

It was mostly luck; they were matched with a few newbies and managed to get a few games played before anyone else could react.

"Although there won't be a direct confrontation, I'm still quite optimistic about that wolf. I heard it's a whole size bigger than our Arctic wolves, and even its eyes look different."

"Why are you always praising others while belittling your own prestige?" The short man stopped, turned around and glared at his companion, his tone tinged with dissatisfaction.

"Let's stick to the facts. What nonsense are you spouting?" The tall man retorted, glaring back defiantly.

During the scuffle, their shoulders bumped into a passerby.

"You bunch of brutes, get out of the way!"

The newcomer gave a clear shout, not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority.

The two instinctively stepped aside and took a closer look—the newcomer was from the Array Formation Academy, dressed in a white robe, and meticulously groomed from head to toe, a stark contrast to the short, tight-fitting, and travel-worn style of the combat department.

The people from the Array Academy always present themselves in a refined and orderly manner. This person's white robe is embroidered with gold thread at the edges, which is the mark of the academy's elite.

Brooches and cufflinks...aren't those only worn for important ceremonies?

"What are you trying to do...?"

"There's one person we're determined to take on, the task assigned by our mentor!" The boy in the white robe puffed out his chest, his tone resolute. He straightened his cuffs, fastened the exquisite badge, and strode away.

"Oh, okay, then hurry up and go." The two quickly made way for him, watching the figure disappear into the distance.

After the white-robed boy's figure disappeared around the corner, the shorter man withdrew his gaze, lost in thought: "It seems there's a very strong formation master among this year's exchange students."

"That's true, and this formation isn't limited by location." The tall man's eyes suddenly lit up. "Why don't we follow them and take a look?"

"Yeah, let's go and get acquainted with them. If we can manage to buy some array crystals that we don't have here, we'll make a fortune."

The two, who had just been pushing each other, instantly reached the same agreement and began rummaging through their own unused valuable resources.

"Go, go, go! Don't let them get away!"

They hurried after the direction in which the boy in the white robe had disappeared, leaving a trail of rapid footsteps on the school path.

Inside the classroom, the invitations had already been distributed.

Some are happy, some are sad.

Some people held two or three invitations, beaming from ear to ear; others received only one, their smiles masking a hint of resentment in their eyes; still others sat with their heads down, silent, their fingers unconsciously circling the table.

Holding three invitation letters, Zeng Guian quietly approached Qin Ming, gave him a thumbs-up, and whispered, "Dude, you're amazing! Awesome!"

He gave a thumbs-up, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

Qin Ming leaned back in his chair, having already looked through the thick stack of invitations in his hand.

He glanced at the three letters in Zeng Gui'an's hand and said, "Calm down, calm down. Looks like you've already made your choice?"

"Hehe, I haven't been idle these days." Zeng Guian proudly raised his chin, leaned closer, and lowered his voice. "I infiltrated the student council, and I roughly know the teaching styles and characteristics of the professors from all the different factions. Which professor is strict, which is easygoing, which professor is generous with resources, and which professor likes to boss people around—I know it all!"

Qin Ming raised an eyebrow, intrigued: "Oh? Then I'm all ears."

Zeng Guian cleared his throat and said seriously, "For example, these three people I have here. One is very knowledgeable about the tactics of beasts, specializing in the battlefield deployment of large spirit beasts. He teaches exceptionally well, explaining complex concepts in simple terms, and it is said that his classes are always packed. Another is proficient in the use of poisons of various attributes and has many rare poison recipes. You can learn a lot of unorthodox things from him."

He paused, then changed the subject: "But mastering the application of poison skills in a short time is difficult, and since poison isn't our primary attribute, I don't recommend it. Unless you have a poison-type spirit beast, learning it will be a waste of time and effort."

Qin Ming nodded; this analysis made sense.

"An instructor who is proficient in animal warfare tactics is very good at explaining, but that's also why he has the most students." Zeng Guian wrinkled his nose. "It's lively with more people, but an instructor only has so much energy, so naturally there's less time allotted to each person. I don't really mind, but you might want to reconsider."

"And this mentor..." Zeng Guian pointed to the signatures on several invitation letters and recounted the information he had gathered.

His analysis was thorough and logical, clearly showing that he had put in a lot of effort.

Qin Ming listened, nodding occasionally and silently making notes.

Zeng Guian analyzed for a long time, commenting on each of the combat department's instructors one by one.

Then his gaze fell on the last magnificent invitation. The envelope was not an ordinary one, but was made of pale gold spirit paper, sealed with three wax seals of different colors, each engraved with the emblem of the Array Academy.

He got stuck in the clam shell.

"You... how come you have a formation department?" Zeng Guian's voice was a little unsteady. "When did they start participating? I've never heard of them before. Aren't formation departments supposed to be high and mighty and never get involved in these kinds of things?"

He reached out to touch the invitation, but pulled his finger back halfway, as if afraid of damaging something.

"Wait..." Zeng Guian suddenly realized something, his expression changed, "You wouldn't be thinking of..."

He had considered the possibility that he wouldn't be on the same side as his best friend, after all, Qin Ming's strength was undeniable, and it was normal for several professors to be vying for him. But he hadn't expected that they would even be in different departments.

But as Qin Ming unfolded the invitation, he saw the joint signatures of numerous formation-based instructors and the promised abundant resources. In comparison, the combat-based instructors, who were fighting alone, suddenly found themselves at a disadvantage...