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

The other party looked like they would rather die than tell.

Even though he was bound to the ground by vines and couldn't move, his eyes were hard, his chin was slightly raised, and his lips were tightly pursed, giving off a "go for it if you dare" vibe.

Looking at this stubborn expression, Qin Ming suddenly felt that the scene looked familiar.

This is roughly the scene depicted when the villains interrogate the righteous characters in storybooks.

Qin Ming instantly felt like he was possessed by a villain. He had suffered this undeserved misfortune and it was time to vent his anger. So he smirked and was about to say something appropriate.

A sudden chill ran down my spine.

It's not a change in temperature; it's spatial awareness that's issuing an alarm.

Just a moment ago, a gaze that made his heart pound fell on him from the shadows, not far away, at the edge of the arena.

"Who's there? Show yourself!"

His voice echoed across the open space, and the thirty or so people tied to the ground fell silent at the same time.

The entire venue was silent for two seconds. Just when some people thought Qin Ming was talking nonsense, applause broke out.

The applause, neither hurried nor slow, came from behind the shadows of the trees.

An old man emerged from behind a tree, clapping his hands as he walked.

He was slender, with gray hair that was neatly combed, and a half-smile on his face.

He's an old man with nothing to do.

He was also the person who handled his enrollment procedures at the Array Formation Academy. Among the higher-ups at the Azure Dragon Academy, he was one of the people who had the most dealings with Qin Ming.

Old Xian emerged from under the shade of the trees, passed through the fence, and stepped onto the fine sandy ground of the field.

He walked at a leisurely pace, stopping seven or eight steps away from Qin Ming before putting his hands behind his back.

"Qin Ming, you're really impressive."

The old man's tone was unreadable. His gaze moved from Qin Ming to Cang Xuan, then from Cang Xuan to Ke Da, and finally swept over the students who were tied up on the ground.

"But you do have that ability now."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the thirty people on the ground changed simultaneously.

"Qin Ming?"

"It's actually Qin Ming?"

The few remaining people who could still speak immediately spoke up, their voices filled with disbelief.

The others, paralyzed by the pollen, couldn't speak, but their eyes were all wide open.

All thirty people's eyes were focused on Qin Ming, their eyes filled with shock.

Several people were frantically moving their eyebrows up and down, clearly trying to convey some complex emotion, but because their facial muscles were also paralyzed, it was hard to tell what they were trying to express.

They had certainly heard of the name Qin Ming.

The dormitory area was sealed off and the entire campus was placed under martial law after the missing persons were reported to the entire college a while ago. People were even specially sent from the south.

This incident caused a great uproar throughout the college and remained the top topic of conversation in the student cafeteria for several weeks.

The missing person was right in front of them, yet they treated him like a suspect and chased him around for ages...

Qin Ming didn't care about any of that. Seeing that the misunderstanding had been cleared up, he patted Cang Xuan on the back and said, "Let him go. It's alright now."

The white wolf nodded, and the vines on the ground simultaneously loosened, sliding off the group like the receding tide, shrinking back into the sand and disappearing from sight.

The restraints on the thirty people were released at the same time. Some rubbed their wrists, some moved their ankles, and the red marks left by the vines that had bound them for so long were clearly visible on their skin.

Qin Ming then turned to Keda: "Keda, help alleviate your condition."

A thin mist spread out, carrying a refreshing scent that swept across the entire area, relieving all discomfort.

Qin Ming rolled off Cang Xuan's back to show respect for Elder Xian.

He had just exchanged information with Little Fatty; a spirit beast with spatial attributes would naturally be extraordinary in its ability to detect fluctuations in the surrounding space.

They all agreed that Old Man Xian hadn't just appeared; he was probably already there, but he watched the whole show before coming out.

Qin Ming mentally went through the logic.

Old Xian probably still has some feelings about his sudden departure and disappearance.

Although it's not appropriate for an elder to directly discipline him, if he's not strong enough and gets beaten up by someone his own age, then he deserves it.

Even if it's a case of outnumbered youths, in conflicts between young people, the elders just happen to be "too late" to stop it. They then step in to clean up the mess after the fight is over, thus upholding the rules and venting their anger.

However, the old man probably didn't expect that Qin Ming's combat power had increased so much. Not only did the thirty people not do anything to him, but they were all taken down by him alone.

Although Qin Ming has won, he should be more polite to avoid giving Xian Lao a chance to show off his skills.

Old Xian stood there with his hands behind his back, waiting for Qin Ming to retrieve his beast and clean up the scene before speaking his first words.

"Shave your beard and tidy yourself up."

His tone was flat, as if he were talking about something trivial.

Qin Ming was taken aback.

Beard?

He seemed to know why no one had recognized him!

Actually, he had already touched stubble in the secret realm, but he was in a hurry to come back, so he had Keda use his skill to give him a quick trim.

Afterwards, he was busy picking up Little Fatty and returning to the academy. His emotions were in turmoil the whole way, and he couldn't care less about such trivial matters.

Besides, wouldn't it be better to go back to the dorm and tidy up properly? Who could have predicted this?

"Sorry, right away!"

After rummaging around for a while, Qin Ming looked up in the mirror and felt refreshed.

As I walked out of the washroom, the others who had also recovered didn't leave either.

They gathered in twos and threes at the edge of the venue, chatting animatedly, their eyes occasionally drifting towards Qin Ming.

"It's Qin Ming, the one who went missing a while ago!" someone said in a low voice, but not low enough.

"I knew it all along!" another person said smugly, his voice louder than anyone else's.

"Really?" Several people around looked at him with suspicion.

"Don't you find this wolf's skills familiar?" The man pointed at Cang Xuan. "I was just about to back away, but you blocked my way!"

The person he pointed at immediately protested: "Hey, how can you blame me? If you had known, why didn't you say so sooner?"

"It's just that they looked familiar, but I wasn't sure. Besides, so many of you were so confident that you were suspicious individuals, and the law enforcement team's alarms went off, so of course they believed you!"

"Actually..." Several hands were raised one after another in the crowd, "That's what I think too."

Qin Ming listened to the group shifting blame to each other without expression.

Blind obedience! Blind obedience! A mob of rabble.

Old Xian ignored the commotion. After Qin Ming finished tidying up, he slowly began to recount the events that had occurred over the past few days.

"It's April now. Two months have passed since you hung up the wooden sign announcing your seclusion."

Old Xian said, "We were undisturbed for the first month. It's common for people to break through in seclusion at the academy, and a month isn't a long time. But when the faction competition started, the academy needed to confirm the list of participants and sent someone to notify you. As a result, the person who went to notify you realized something was wrong."

Qin Ming didn't respond, but he could roughly guess what had happened.

"You've got a big secret, kid," Old Xian sighed, but didn't reveal it.

Whether it's Qin Ming's sudden surge in strength or the academy's inexplicable interference with its high-level tracking formation, it all indicates that he is by no means simple.

The old man continued.

"Actually, when you first went missing, no one was too worried."

It's not uncommon in the academy's history for spirit masters to suddenly go out and lose contact while in seclusion or seeking enlightenment.

In the first few days, the college simply sent people to the dormitories periodically to check whether the signs had been taken down.

"Until the tracking formation shattered on the spot."

Old Xian paused here, then waved his hand to set up a soundproof array. "This means that energy of the eighth rank or higher is involved."

Who could stay calm in this situation?

An existence of the eighth rank or higher!

A school-wide lockdown would be the least of your worries.

Qin Ming: "..."

Seeing Qin Ming's frozen expression, the old man knew he understood the seriousness of the matter and nodded.

"Okay, then come with me and think about how to explain this later."

"Huh?"...I still need to explain?

"What do you mean, 'what are you saying'?" Old Man Xian's tone hardened. "Do you know how many people your matter has alarmed?"

He paused, glancing at the students still watching. Upon meeting his gaze, the students all took a half-step back.

Old Xian continued walking forward, talking as he went.

"We're not trying to pry into your past. Everyone has their own destiny, but you at least need to clarify whether the eighth-tier person beside you... is controllable?"

When he spoke the last few words, Old Xian lowered his voice to a very low hue and tilted his head slightly, as if he were avoiding something.

The existence of the eighth rank is a sensitive topic everywhere.

An eighth-tier powerhouse, if out of control, is like a psionic bomb that could explode at any moment. The academy dares not gamble, and neither does the southern region.

Qin Ming followed behind Xian Lao, remaining silent for a moment.

Huo Lin... Huo Lin was impatient to wait and was not favored by Elder Kong, so he hurried back to break through.

Saying goodbye until the next time means reaching the ninth level.

Qin Ming's expression turned strange, but he remained calm and composed: "I swear, an eighth-tier weapon is absolutely controllable!"