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

Although the artificial crystals given to the little turtle couldn't compare to the exquisite ones in the butterfly's hands, they still couldn't compete with Qin Ming's unlimited supply of them three times a day.

Kamesawa, who had been full of complaints, was speechless this time.

After pondering for a long time, Gui Ze went through all the possible solutions in his mind—resources, cultivation techniques, inheritance, companionship from fellow clansmen, a sense of security, and a growth environment.

It's not that the Wan Jia Gui Dian (Ten Thousand Armored Tortoise Palace) isn't good enough, but rather that this human is too unique and irreplaceable.

It seems he's truly out of options.

Gui Ze remained silent for a long time, so long that just as the Xuanming Serpent was about to poke him with its tail, he finally spoke.

"Wife," Gui Ze's voice was low, filled with an awkward embarrassment, as he pleaded, "help me think of a way. If I go back empty-handed like this, the other turtles will laugh at me."

An elder of the Wanjia Turtle Palace, at the peak of the seventh rank, was ordered to search for geniuses, but he returned empty-handed, having not even brought back a small turtle or dealt with a single human.

Kamezawa could already picture the expressions on the faces of the old men in the clan.

They might not say anything to your face, but their meaningful glances and regretful sighs are more painful for the turtle than a direct joke.

The Xuanming Serpent gently shook its tail, a hint of helplessness flashing in its vertical pupils.

He knew all along that Kamesawa would come to this.

This stubborn turtle, though it doesn't say it, has already come to regard the little turtle as "its own turtle" in its heart.

He didn't necessarily want to take the little turtle back; he genuinely felt the little turtle deserved better. He just hadn't considered that what he considered "better" might not be what the little turtle truly desired.

"Directly recruiting the little turtle would likely face numerous obstacles and be difficult to achieve. However, inviting the little turtle to visit the Ten Thousand Armored Turtle Palace is still a very promising possibility."

The Xuanming Serpent's voice was calm and rational. "Once we get there, even if the little turtle still doesn't want to stay, that's when everyone else is out of options. It's not your place to laugh at you!"

Xuanming Snake's answer was indeed ingenious.

Kamezawa instantly perked up.

As my partner said, if even our ancestors couldn't keep the baby turtle, it's not that Guize is incompetent, but rather that their fate with the baby turtle hadn't arrived yet, and no matter who came, it wouldn't make a difference.

Don't try to laugh at him later; you'd better think twice before you try.

"Alright!" Kamesawa shouted, his energy instantly restored. "Then let's invite him over as a guest!"

He had already begun to plan his invitation in his mind when Xuanming Snake suddenly spoke up again.

"However, I must remind you," the Xuanming Serpent's vertical pupils narrowed slightly, "that a number of sneaky humans have come to the vicinity, and our whereabouts may have been discovered."

Kamezawa immediately shrank back, feeling guilty.

The Xuanming Serpent's ability to lurk and hide is a natural talent. As long as it doesn't want to be discovered, even if it stands right in front of a human, the human may not be able to sense its presence.

But the turtle is different. The Ten Thousand Armor Turtle's strength is defense, not stealth, and it seems that when it got emotional, it dug a few holes with its claws to relieve stress and forgot to fill them back in...

Kamezawa shrank back, guiltily releasing his senses to probe his surroundings.

Soon, Guize's neck popped out again. "It's alright! The people who came weren't very good; none of them could break through Gui's defenses. No wonder Gui didn't notice!"

In his perception, the strongest human lurking in the shadows was only at the sixth rank or so, which was nothing compared to his seventh-rank peak defense.

It wasn't that he exposed himself, but rather that he simply didn't take these humans seriously, so subconsciously he didn't notice their existence.

"Hiss. It's because these people didn't mean any harm," Xuanming Snake corrected.

The Xuanming Serpent sensed the tension, excitement, and anticipation emanating from the humans, but there was no malice in it.

"But now that we've been discovered, let's just go and meet him openly. As for inviting Little Turtle over, his young boss probably can't make that decision yet."

Kamesawa understood the deeper meaning in his partner's words.

"Hmm." He responded calmly, his voice finally carrying the composure and certainty of an old tortoise.

Then he stepped outside.

With each step he took, his body grew taller, and the originally dim patterns on his dark green tortoise shell gradually lit up, like an ancient totem awakening from its slumber.

Kamesawa's manipulation of mimicry and abilities is clearly masterful.

Each increase in scale was accompanied by a corresponding increase in spiritual energy fluctuations, not a bit more or less, allowing the pressure to spread outwards in a slow but unstoppable manner.

It will neither be so abrupt as to cause misjudgment, nor so mild as to be looked down upon.

When Kamesawa walked to the center of the open space, he was no longer the harmless-looking creature the size of a washbasin.

He had regained 70% of his true size. His dark green tortoise shell gleamed with a cold metallic luster, and each plate was like an ancient shield that had been polished over millions of years, thick, hard, and indestructible.

But what truly takes your breath away are the golden spiritual patterns on the tortoise shell.

Legend has it that on its back, which bears an ancient seal, golden patterns seep out from the gaps in the armor plates, flowing slowly as if they were alive.

Those spirit patterns do not belong to any known system, but the lines are ancient and mysterious, as if they were engraved on them since ancient times, and are integrated with the blood, bones and soul of Guize.

No one knows exactly what it is, but everyone who sees it will instinctively feel a sense of awe for an ancient power from the depths of their soul.

The team members, who were laughing and joking and imagining what supplies they would exchange, all suddenly froze.

They lurked in the shadows, observing from afar, and because of their superior numbers, they didn't actually feel any pressure.

But when Kamesawa's true aura pressed down like a mountain, everyone's laughter ceased.

The oppressive aura was heavy and vast, containing no killing intent or hostility, but rather a pure and undisguised sense of presence.

But this very presence is enough to make one feel suffocated.

The quick-reacting team members immediately released their summoned beasts; the contract runes lit up, and the beasts appeared beside them.

Spiritual energy surged out wildly, condensing into a thick spiritual armor, but even so, it only barely prevented people from revealing their ugly side.

Some people turned pale, some had trembling fingers, and some instinctively took a half-step back. But no one laughed, because everyone was the same.

The Xuanming Serpent raised its head from Guize's neck, its vertical pupils sweeping over the human team members who were on high alert, before turning back to Guize.

"Hiss, tone it down. We're not here to fight." The voice wasn't loud, but it was full of helplessness.

Kamesawa's proud head stiffened.

A hint of bewilderment was revealed in those majestic, amber-like eyes.

"Hmm, did the turtle exert too much force?"