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

"Old Xian, are you sure you don't need to go and take a look? That kid hasn't made his final choice yet, has he?" Old Zhen stood under the eaves of the courtyard, holding a bamboo leaf in his hand, unconsciously turning in circles.

The dappled morning light filtered through the gaps and fell on him, but it couldn't hide the unease between his brows.

Old Xian was squatting by the pond feeding the koi. Hearing this, he didn't turn around, his tone very confident: "Relax. Yesterday, when we were playing, I saw a flicker of interest in his eyes in the reflection of the tea!"

He grabbed a handful of fish food and scattered it out. The koi rushed to the surface, splashing and making a lot of noise.

Old Xian, with an air of seasoned wisdom and composure, clapped the fish food scraps off his hands and stood up.

"Besides, didn't I give him the booklet? Even if he doesn't trust my judgment, can't he trust what the dean wrote? Anyone who can understand that booklet will be completely captivated by it."

Elder Zhen remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "Alright, it's good that you understand. However, Elder Xiang promised you yesterday to hold off those combat specialists, and judging by the time, it seems he won't be able to hold them off any longer."

"Hiss—" Old Xian slurped, at this critical juncture, no further changes were possible!

He suddenly became restless, pacing around the courtyard twice, his steps quickening. "No, I have to go check it out. Lao Zhen, you wait for news and adapt to the situation."

No sooner had they taken their first step than good news arrived.

The anxiety on the old man's face vanished instantly, replaced by a smug smile.

He immediately returned the way he came, sat down, and crossed his legs. "I wasn't wrong, was I? He's made his decision."

He waved his hand at Lao Zhen, his tone light and cheerful.

Old Zhen glanced at him but didn't reply.

Old Xian didn't care about Old Zhen's opinion, who had witnessed the whole thing, and immediately brewed himself a pot of tea to celebrate his success.

He took out a set of celadon teaware and skillfully washed the tea, warmed the cups, and brewed the tea in one smooth motion.

The aroma of tea rises gently, mingling with the fresh scent of bamboo leaves in the courtyard, a truly delightful experience.

The tea was still bubbling and brewing in the pot when another message arrived.

Old Xian frowned, worried that something might have gone wrong, and quickly put down his teacup to check.

The next moment, his expression changed, joy, shock, disbelief, several emotions switching on his face in turn, finally solidifying into a complex, indescribable expression.

"What's wrong?" Old Zhen looked at him strangely, and stopped turning the bamboo leaf in his hand.

"He finished yesterday's booklet." Old Xian's voice was a little unsteady. "He finished it in one night."

Old Zhen paused, and the bamboo leaf slipped from his fingers, drifting gently to the ground.

"Is it all done?" he asked to confirm.

"Yes." Old Xian stared at the message on his bracelet, reading it three times to make sure he hadn't misread it.

"I really underestimated him." Old Xian stood up and paced a couple of steps on the veranda.

"I didn't expect that in addition to being diligent, he also has a talent for mental strength. You and I both know how difficult that booklet is."

It's not just about knowledge reserves; each page of mental imprints requires perception, analysis, and reconstruction, which consumes a great deal of mental energy.

The fact that he could finish it in such a short time shows that his mental strength and precision far surpass those of his peers.

He paused, as if organizing his thoughts or digesting the information.

"This kid is a bit too lucky, isn't he? No, I still have to go check him out." Old Man Xian, who had just sat down, stood up again.

A gust of wind blew by, carrying the aroma of freshly brewed tea, but the person was no longer there.

Looking at the fine tea that hadn't been poured yet, Elder Zhen shook his head, poured himself a cup, and slowly took a sip.

"The tea is good," he muttered to himself. "It's a pity some people aren't lucky enough to enjoy it."

In the courtyard, the bamboo leaves rustled.

When Xian Lao arrived, Qin Ming had already gone back. The senior was still waiting, holding a stack of documents in his hands, his expression a mixture of awe and confusion, as if he had seen something beyond his comprehension.

"Old Xian." The senior student saw him and quickly bowed.

Old Xian waved his hand, his gaze falling directly on the intermediate level that Qin Ming had finished.

He walked over, picked up the booklet, and flipped through it page by page.

"Excellent, truly excellent." Old Xian carefully flipped through the pages, praising it repeatedly even though he had already anticipated it.

The answers on every page were accurate and without the slightest error.

Most importantly, the spiritual energy on it is vibrant, showing that it did not take any shortcuts.

His already high expectations for Qin Ming were raised even higher.

"Besides this booklet, did Qin Ming mention anything else?" Old Xian turned to his senior.

After thinking for a moment, the senior student answered truthfully: "...He asked about the chessboard and pieces you played against Elder Zhen yesterday."

The old man raised an eyebrow.

Yesterday, he played chess with Elder Zhen, using advanced formations for offense and defense. Every move was full of hidden secrets, and every piece contained a profound understanding of formations.

His original intention was to let Qin Ming see the strategic thinking of top masters and experience the charm of their battles, but he didn't expect... this kid would be more concerned about the chessboard?

Old Xian felt a pang of unease.

It feels like you've meticulously prepared a high-level performance, only to have the audience ask you, "What brand of instrument are you using?"

But one has to admit that Qin Ming has a really good eye; he saw the extraordinary nature of the chessboard and pieces at a glance.

This chessboard, which can be used for deduction, is naturally not simple.

"He certainly knows his stuff," Old Xian muttered, utterly helpless.

At this point, the old man turned and left.

He needs to go back and discuss with Lao Zhen whether or not to lend the chess set to that kid for a few days.

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"The academy has been in an uproar these past few days, saying that a prodigy has emerged. I came to take a look, and this should be it."

Above the Azure Dragon Academy, a giant tortoise was slowly moving through the clouds.

He carried an ancient stele on his back, its surface covered with densely packed runes that gleamed with a dark luster in the sunlight.

A short horn grows on its forehead, the tip of which is slightly golden, like old jade polished by time.

His body was as large as a mountain, and as he moved his four claws, clouds and mist surged and the wind howled.

However, its enormous size did not attract the attention of others, because it was shrouded in a faint spiritual light, which seemed to have the effect of distorting light and shielding perception.

Even if he flew over the heads of the crowd, no one could see him. Even in the restricted dormitory area, he was as if he were nothing, not even causing a ripple.

"Hey, the person's not here, but there's a turtle."

The giant tortoise hovered above a dormitory building, looking down. Through the window, he saw a round tortoise busily working.

The giant tortoise watched for a while, and the more it looked, the more interesting it became.

"This turtle actually knows how to raise fish, which suits my taste perfectly!" The giant turtle nodded approvingly.

After thinking for a moment, a brilliant idea struck him, and his enormous body shrank rapidly like a deflated balloon, instantly becoming the same size as Little Fatty.

But it was entirely golden, its carapace smooth as a mirror, and the small horn on its forehead shone brightly, bearing a striking resemblance to the Hidden Dragon Crocodile I had encountered a few days ago.

He floated in through the window and landed silently beside Little Fatty. "Little Turtle, that's not how you raise dragon-scaled fish and dragon-scaled shrimp!"

The chubby boy shrank his neck, startled.

He turned his head and saw a golden tortoise lying next to him!

When did you arrive?

Upon closer inspection, the face seemed familiar. Was this the grandfather who had beaten his grandson? How petty!

He moved to the side again, watching the uninvited guest warily.

The other party spoke calmly, as if they hadn't noticed Little Fatty's wariness: "Perhaps you know a lot about aquaculture and have used a lot of native water, but it's not enough."

The "dragon" in dragon-scale fish and dragon-scale shrimp isn't just for show. They rely heavily on dragon energy for nourishment; without it, no matter how large they grow, they're just puffy and weak, lacking spiritual power.

Little Fatty's eyes widened slowly. These words confirmed his recent suspicions.

He always felt that the dragon scale shrimp he raised tasted a bit off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why. Was it because they lacked "dragon energy"?

"Hmm, do you have one?" Little Fatty immediately forgot everything else, his little eyes shining.

The other party didn't keep you in suspense; with a flick of its paw, it conjured up a palm-sized stone from who-knows-where.

The stone is dark blue-green with fine, dense golden veins on its surface, resembling a network of blood vessels.

As soon as the stone appeared, the dragon scale fish and dragon scale shrimp in the water frantically rushed towards it, splashing water everywhere and making a loud crackling sound.

"Here's a piece of ambergris for you. It should last you a while." The golden tortoise pushed the stone toward Little Fatty in a nonchalant tone.

Little Fatty took the Dragon Saliva Stone and, seeing the Dragon Scale Fish and Dragon Scale Shrimp frantically flocking to it, he knew what was going on.

"Thanks, you really helped the turtle a lot." Little Fatty solemnly put away the dragon's saliva stone, and then his fat paws started rummaging through his spatial storage.

"Turtle will treat you to some local specialties. The boss said, it's only polite to reciprocate."

"Oh, what a small matter. What good things haven't I eaten?" The golden tortoise waved its claws, its tone indifferent.

But as an alluring fragrance wafted over, the golden tortoise twitched its nose, paused unnaturally, and then changed its tone abruptly, "...Actually, I could give it a try too."

He took a bite with anticipation, and it certainly lived up to his expectations.

"Hey, Xiao Huang's skills have improved? No, this technique looks like his, but it's not his."

He took another bite, savoring it carefully, and said, "Your ingredients are truly exceptional! The meat of this shrimp is comparable to the finest lobster."

Little Fatty chuckled and proudly puffed out his chest.

The golden turtle ate several shrimp in a row, and Little Fatty, heartbroken, joined the fray. The shrimp on the field disappeared at a visible speed.

Jin Gui, who had intended to stop eating, was inspired by Xiao Pang's live mukbang and developed a better appetite.

While eating, he chatted for a while, pointing out the confusion that Little Fatty usually had in his daily game practice.

It wasn't until dusk that the golden tortoise finally stopped, still wanting more, and looked up at the sky.

"Thank you for your hospitality. It's getting late, so I should head back now. Hope to meet again someday."

"Hmm." Little Fatty waved his paw, not trying to stop him. Actually, he had wanted to get rid of him as soon as the other person ate the second plate, if only he weren't too weak...

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P.S.: Thank you for your support! Here's another long chapter.