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

The Nan Yan team and the Bei Yuan team met on a rocky beach.

The two sides spotted each other almost simultaneously. The Flamemane Lion's mane bristled. The Northern Abyss Team also erected a double-layered shield the instant they detected the enemy; the spiritual energy barrier opened up among the rocks, emitting a muffled hum.

The two teams faced off for a moment.

The atmosphere was tense, but no action was taken immediately. Both sides were old rivals and knew each other inside and out.

The Nan Yan team knows how tough the Bei Yuan team's double-layered shield is, and the Bei Yuan team also knows how irritable the Nan Yan team's Flame Mane Lion is.

Yan Kun stared at Zhong Yan, the captain of the Beiyuan team, for a moment, then suddenly grinned, "Old Zhong, are we going to fight or not?"

Zhong Yan adjusted his glasses. "The Yunlong Squad hasn't even shown up yet. We've already suffered heavy losses, and they've just reaped the benefits."

"Then let's get Cheng Beichuan out of here first." Yan Kun waved his hand. "Let's cooperate, first conquer Yunlong, then decide the outcome."

Zhong Yan thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

The two sides exchanged information they had scouted and quickly checked multiple directions. With the help of the Flame Mane Lion, they confirmed the direction of the Cloud Dragon Squad.

Of course, the Fiery Mane Lion's anger, which had subsided slightly, flared up again.

The two groups then set off.

The defensive spirit beasts of the Northern Abyss team stood on both sides, while the attackers of the Southern Flame team stood in the middle. Although the formation was not tight, the division of labor between offense and defense was clear.

Based on the tracks, they expect to face off in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Qin Ming confirmed the news from several kilometers away.

Everything was going according to his plan.

The three favorites to win the championship were wearing each other down, while the formation system was safely setting up complex formations in the rear. It seemed that he no longer needed to intervene.

Qin Ming instructed Cang Xuan to keep his distance and observe the situation from afar. He then summoned a black hole, inspired by the Flame Mane Lion's actions.

"Black hole, how are you feeling right now?"

The black butterfly flew out of the contract space. The fist-sized black figure spun in the air, the patterns on its wings almost invisible among the shadows of the trees, only occasionally falling on the surface of its wings as the light shifted at different angles, creating a very fine luster.

He flew up to Qin Ming with a whoosh and hovered there.

As soon as Qin Ming had a contract slot available after his level was promoted, he immediately formed a contract with the black hole.

The black hole's situation is rather special. Its luck attribute is extremely extraordinary, making it unique among Qin Ming's spirit beasts.

However, luck isn't a direct attribute in combat and can't be leveled up through regular training. Even with Qin Ming's unlimited resource supply, Black Hole's leveling speed still couldn't keep up with Keda and Cangxuan's pace.

When the difference in strength levels is too great, the amplification of luck from a black hole will be greatly reduced.

This was not what Qin Ming wanted to see, so he made the contract quite decisively.

After the contract is signed, the black hole will be able to share the energy feedback from Qin Ming's breakthrough through the contract channel.

"Hey, Butterfly feels great, she's so happy."

Qin Ming waited two seconds, then asked, "That's it?"

The black hole looked at Qin Ming innocently.

Qin Ming: "..."

After being contracted, the black hole is protected by its suddenly strengthened partner, greatly increasing its sense of security.

However, it can also be understood that Qin Ming is lucky today and will not suffer any major misfortune.

"Alright then," Qin Ming stretched, finally relaxing his nerves which had been tense all day yesterday.

At this moment, the atmosphere at the Yunlong Squad camp, located in the northeast direction, was equally relaxed.

The five members of Yunlong's team took a temporary rest on a high ground in the forest.

This high ground offers a wide view, with steep cliffs on the east side, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Team leader Cheng Beichuan sat on a protruding rock, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed, resting.

Vice Captain He Man was organizing the equipment on the side, arranging several bottles of recovery potions in the order of use.

He Fuke sat on the other side of the camp, with his back against a thick coniferous tree.

The giant head of the cloud dragon squeezed past the tree trunk, its mane rustling against the bark.

Since returning from the Shanghai Academy Exchange Tournament, He Fuke's personality has changed drastically.

On the day he broke through to the fourth rank, his mentor watched him for a long time outside the training ground and said one sentence: "You are finally acting like a spirit master."

At that moment, an older student walked over and squatted down next to him. "He Fuke, you've made college history by becoming a regular member of the team as a freshman and making it to the finals."

The senior student patted him on the shoulder, his tone a mix of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of mixed emotions, including regret and envy), "After we seniors graduate, it'll be your turn to rule the world!"

After returning from his exchange program at the Magic City Academy, He Fuke changed his arrogant ways and worked hard, breaking through to the fourth rank in a short period of time.

Yun Jiao's strength even made the graduating seniors take notice. In the Yunlong team, He Fuke, though not the captain, earned everyone's recognition through his own strength and almost legendary experience.

He Fuke shook his head. "We must not underestimate the heroes of the world."

His tone wasn't modest; he genuinely felt that way.

The senior student raised an eyebrow. "You mean Qin Ming, the one who came for the exchange? It's kind of you to have been paying attention to him."

He paused, a hint of disdain in his voice, "It's just a pity that the opponent is timid and hesitant, merely a substitute, and hasn't officially participated yet. Now that you've reached the fourth tier, the opponent is definitely no match for you."

He Fuke pursed his lips; he really wanted to agree with this view. The fourth rank was completely different from the previous realms. After breaking through, he could clearly feel the power of the cloud dragon increase; it was a qualitative leap.

Logically speaking, someone who doesn't even dare to participate in formal competitions shouldn't be his opponent.

But he remained vigilant.

At the Shanghai Academy, he suffered two consecutive defeats. Each time, he was lured into a trap step by step, utterly powerless to fight back. That feeling was so profound that every time he thought about it, the back of his neck would tighten slightly.

Has his current strength truly surpassed that of others?

he does not know.

Because Qin Ming has never made a move in public since then.

There are no battle records to refer to, no data to compare, only an unknown "disappearance" and a suddenly appearing "substitute" identity.

He Fuke looked at his palm and slowly clenched it.

Suddenly, a dragon's head with two horns squeezed in and forcefully nudged He Fuke's head.

Yun Jiao may not have controlled its strength well, and its mane was too dense, so it directly covered He Fuke's face.

He Fuke's vision went black, and he stumbled as he was jolted, his back hitting the tree trunk with a dull thud.

But it was this collision that pulled him out of his tangled thoughts.

He Fuke steadied himself, took a deep breath, and slapped Yun Jiao hard on the bridge of his nose. "Alright, stop nudging."

He looked up at Yun Jiao. Yun Jiao's vertical pupils were staring at him, and a low snorting sound came from its nasal cavity.

He Fuke's thoughts were calmed down. "Yun Jiao, once we win today's victory, ask our mentor to check Qin Ming's whereabouts. We must go and challenge him to a duel to wash away the shame of that day."

Yun Jiao pressed his head down hard, expressing his deep agreement. With a flick of his tail, he pushed the senior students to the outside again.

The other team members in the camp exchanged smiles upon hearing the commotion.

In the eyes of the Yunlong team, once He Fuke overcomes his mental hurdle, his strength will surely advance to a higher level.

As for Qin Ming, whom he mentioned, regardless of his background, someone who doesn't even dare to enter the final rounds is not worth paying too much attention to.

The most important thing right now is to win this competition.

In a thicket somewhere, Qin Ming suddenly sneezed.

Cang Xuan paused for a moment, his ears slightly lowered, and he glanced at Qin Ming on his back out of the corner of his eye.

Keda poked its head out from Qin Ming's shoulder and gently patted the back of his head with its wings, as if checking if he had a cold.

"Is someone eyeing me?" Qin Ming rubbed his nose, suppressing the sudden itch.

He glanced at the black hole leading the way ahead.

"How much further?" Qin Ming asked. "Although Cangxuan is reliable, we can't be too arrogant."

Cang Xuan let out a low howl in agreement. His workload was indeed quite heavy. His main body was following Qin Ming as they stealthily traversed the jungle, one clone was synchronizing information at the base camp, and another clone was maintaining remote tracking of the movements of the Nan Yan and Bei Yuan teams.

Processing three information streams in parallel is a real headache.

"Butterfly and Brother Bao just confirmed that there really are good things in that place." Black Hole said as he made a sharp turn in mid-air.

Qin Ming was silent for a moment, then said, "We need to hurry, we only have less than half an incense stick's time left."

Qin Ming tapped Cang Xuan's back lightly twice with his fingers. Something was wrong. He suddenly realized his train of thought was being restricted by inertia.

There wasn't enough time; he needed to go back and monitor the progress of the three teams' mutual attrition to ensure that the stalemate between the two sides wasn't broken.

But what if he can control the final battle?

This gives them a glimmer of hope, preventing them from giving up. But in reality, there is no hope, and they cannot turn the tide.

"It seems like there's actually potential," Qin Ming muttered to himself.

The Yunlong Squad is strong, but they don't yet have the strength to fight two opponents at once. If the formation system intervenes when they are about to be defeated, they can bring the situation back to balance.

The formation system itself is not inherently threatening and can be trusted.

It's plausible that the Yunlong team would disdain resorting to underhanded tactics before the final battle.

"Cang Xuan, help me contact my teammates."

Cangxuan's tail drooped slightly; he was very busy.

As the healing light appeared, Cang Xuan's tired mind felt a little refreshed.

He roused himself and relayed Qin Ming's message back to headquarters.