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

Qin Ming's dormitory was a mess and had not been completely cleaned up.

Although Qin Ming swept the pebbles off the floor tiles, the dents and cracks left behind could not be repaired in a short time.

In the corner, the patterns on Little Fatty's body flickered between light and shadow, clearly indicating that he was making a final stand against the last node of the spatial coordinates.

The atmosphere was quiet and focused.

Until a figure appeared silently at the dormitory entrance.

It was a spirit turtle less than half a meter long, with short, thick, and powerful limbs, and the tips of its claws gleamed with a cold light, making people inexplicably wary of it.

His arrival went unnoticed; entering this place was like entering a dead end.

This armored tortoise, named Guize, is in its prime and has already reached the peak of the seventh rank.

Such strength, placed among the human garrison on the border of the Blue Ocean, is enough to rival the supreme commander Lu Yunzheng.

Kamezawa's gaze swept across the messy room, lingered for a moment on the three claw marks on the floor tiles, and finally landed on the chubby boy in the corner.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes.

This is the little turtle.

The ancestral divination mentioned "our descendants" as "peerless geniuses"!

Gui Ze didn't rush to speak, but first carefully examined the little fat boy. From the patterns on his shell, the fluctuations of his spiritual energy, to his natural yet not fully formed temperament.

With his peak seventh-level eyesight, he immediately recognized Little Fatty's extraordinary abilities.

Kamezawa nodded in satisfaction, took two steps forward, cleared his throat, let out a low "hmm," and then spoke.

"I am Gui Ze from the Wan Jia Gui Palace, a peak seventh-tier cultivator."

His voice was deep and resonant. As he introduced himself, a powerful spiritual pressure was briefly released from him and then withdrawn. It was so fast it seemed like an illusion, but for a spirit beast with keen senses, it was enough to explain the situation.

Gui Ze paused, his tone carrying the appreciation and recruitment tone of an elder to a younger generation: "There are quite a few elders in the clan whose strength is similar to mine. Little one, would you like to join us?"

He spoke of his homeland with far more pride than he spoke of his own abilities.

The Wanjia Turtle Palace is a place where the Wanjia Turtle is the main lineage, and various powerful or promising spirit turtles gather together.

It shelters young turtles that have not yet grown up, providing them with a safe environment to grow and ample resources for cultivation.

In the hearts of countless turtles, that place is a sacred land, a home, and a place that every turtle with aspirations yearns for!

After finishing speaking, Guize looked at Xiaopang with the kind eyes of an elder.

He was waiting for an answer that would make him ecstatic, grateful, and eager to go with him immediately.

However, Little Fatty didn't even want to open his eyes.

"What's a bowl rack/turtle pad?" Little Fatty scratched his cheek. "Hmm, never heard of it!"

He spoke with absolute confidence, showing no sympathy whatsoever for the bad turtle that had disrupted his train of thought.

Even his boss had voluntarily given up his place, but this strange visitor just barged in, introduced himself, and started rambling on, releasing some kind of spiritual pressure. Who was he trying to show off to?

How rude!

The little fat boy impatiently scratched at the playmat a couple of times, making a "rustling" sound, his intention was quite clear.

—Are you done? If you are, hurry up and leave, don't delay the turtle's studies.

Kamesawa was stunned.

He stared blankly at the chubby boy, his mouth slightly open, unsure of what to say for a moment.

The Palace of Ten Thousand Armored Tortoises is known to every beast in the entire sea.

Let alone intelligent spirit beasts, even ordinary sea beasts that have not yet developed intelligence will instinctively detour when they encounter the patrol team of the Ten Thousand Armored Turtle Palace.

The name of the Wanjia Guidian (Ten Thousand Armor Tortoise Palace) is indeed that great.

But now, this little turtle in front of me casually says, "Never heard of it."

Kamesawa's mind raced.

If the Wanjia Turtle Palace is so arrogant, there's only one possibility left—it must have an extraordinary background!

This is by no means an ordinary prodigy of the turtle clan.

Ordinary turtles, no matter how good their bloodline or how high their potential, could not possibly remain indifferent to the name of the Ten Thousand Armored Turtle Palace.

The origin of this little turtle...

Could this be a direct descendant of some auspicious beast? Or perhaps a reincarnation?

Among the spirit beasts, a very small number stand at the very top and are collectively known as "auspicious beasts".

They are few in number, appearing and disappearing like dragons, each possessing world-destroying power.

They were destined for greatness from the moment they were born, and they did not need to rely on any power, because they themselves were a future power.

Kamesawa dared not think about it any further.

Our ancestor may have misjudged this time—this is indeed a top prodigy of the Turtle Clan who has not yet grown up, but his origins are probably even more extraordinary!

He even began to suspect that perhaps the other party just happened to be within the sphere of influence of the Wanjia Turtle Palace, which is why the ancestor had foreseen it.

Kamezawa's expression shifted several times before finally abandoning his previous superior's attitude. He lowered his head slightly and looked him straight in the eye, saying, "I wonder where you are from...?"

There was a hint of caution in his words.

Little Fatty finally opened his eyes.

The dark angel eyes glanced at Kameze, devoid of any extraneous emotion, only a pure "you're bothering me" impatience.

"Well, it's raised by the boss. If you have any questions, just ask the boss of the turtles."

Little Fatty spoke even faster than before, clearly not wanting to waste a single moment on this topic. "Now, be quiet!"

Kamezawa's expression changed drastically.

His brain underwent an extremely complex calculation process at that moment.

Boss? What boss?

A little turtle has a boss? What kind of being must this little turtle, with its extraordinary origins, be called "boss"?

He subconsciously released his senses, quickly scanning the dormitory, then expanding to the entire dormitory building, and finally extending towards the training ground.

Then he sensed a contractual connection to the human being.

After racking his brains for a long time, it finally dawned on him: the "boss" that the chubby guy was talking about was actually an ordinary human?

An ordinary human spirit master!

A young human whose strength is not even at the sixth level!

What kind of background could this have?

Kamezawa's head instantly turned red and swollen. He stiffened his neck, as if he was about to fight someone, and opened his mouth, ready to argue his case.

How can you compare the invitation from the Ten Thousand Armored Turtle Palace to the "raising" of an ordinary human?

How can one reject a sacred place, one's fellow countrymen, and a better environment for growth, and instead choose to stay with a mediocre human?

This is such a waste!

A thousand words surged in Kamesawa's chest, each one echoing, "Do you know what you're missing?"

But he had just reached the tip of his tongue, before he could even say it—

A light, familiar tap came from my neck.

The force was very light, but for Guize, who had been with the serpent for many years, this signal was all too familiar; it was his partner trying to dissuade him.

Seeing that he didn't react, the action was repeated.

Kamesawa swallowed back the words of defense that were about to come out of his mouth.

He didn't say anything more and slunk away.

Once they were outside, far enough away that Little Fatty couldn't hear their conversation, Kamezawa finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Hmm!" His voice was low, but his resentment almost burst forth from the cracks in the turtle's shell. "Why didn't you let the turtle finish speaking?"

As he spoke, he pawed at the ground with his front paws, digging a shallow hole in the flower bed at the dormitory entrance.

What kind of good environment can humans provide for the baby turtle to grow up in? Are they as experienced as we are?

How many elders of the seventh rank or above are there in the Myriad Armor Turtle Palace? How many spiritual veins are suitable for turtle cultivation? How many spiritual rune techniques have been passed down for thousands of years?

What can a human being have?!

As Kamesawa spoke, he became more and more excited, and his head turned even redder.

"Their feelings are special, and you'll only make more mistakes if you say too much." The voice of the blue serpent came from his neck, its tone as calm as a still pond, without any ripples.

In just one sentence, without explanation or argument, it simply states a fact.

Kamezawa was still unconvinced. His neck was stiff, and his eyes were wide open, as if he were confronting an unseen opponent.

"Isn't that just the same old human-taming-beast-training trick? I've heard of it! Only poor, starving, and cold spirit beasts sell themselves! Our palace is rich and powerful; we can just redeem him!"

In Guize's understanding, the contractual relationship between humans and spirit beasts is essentially a form of exchange.

Humans provide shelter and resources, while spirit beasts provide combat power and loyalty.

The spirit beasts that are willing to form contracts with humans are either unable to survive in their original groups or have their eyes on some kind of human resource.

With the resources of the Wanjia Turtle Palace, is it really inferior to an ordinary human?

The azure Xuanming Serpent was truly angry this time.

His body rose from the turtle's shell, his slender snake body drawing a cold arc in the moonlight.

His vertical pupils contracted slightly, and the dark red light deep within them deepened.

"Thump."

He suddenly stretched out his snake tail and tapped the large head of Kamesawa right above him.

Precise force, keeps you alert and doesn't harm your brain.

Kamezawa instinctively shrank his head.

The speed and skill of the movements clearly indicated that this was not the first time.

With a "click," the tortoise shell snapped shut, and all four limbs and the head retracted inside, leaving only a round, dark green tortoise shell with golden edges remaining in the shallow pit of the flower bed.

A moment later, Guize slowly poked its head out of its shell and cautiously looked at the spirit snake's face.

The serpent's vertical pupils still gleamed coldly, but its anger had subsided considerably.

He looked down at Kameze, his tone returning to calm, but every word carried undeniable weight.

"First, observe the 'boss' that the little turtle mentioned. See what he actually provided, find out where our advantage lies, and then proceed slowly and methodically, understand?"

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P.S.: I updated late yesterday, so here's a long chapter today. Thanks for your support!