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

This unfathomable power must belong to the envoy who came to establish diplomatic relations, right?

Qin Ming's mind was filled with complex emotions, a whirlwind of thoughts swirling within him, but he remained outwardly calm and naturally took a few steps closer to observe.

He found a spot that wasn't too close or too far, leaned against a rock, and casually put his hands in his sleeves, looking like an ordinary spirit master waiting for the spirit turtle to finish playing.

Many of the spirit turtles present were released by the spirit masters to roam and make friends on their own.

So, thanks to the Wan Jia Turtle's deliberate disguise, the other party successfully infiltrated the group without arousing any suspicion.

If the other party's mimicry hadn't been so targeted, coupled with the coincidence of his own talent, Qin Ming wouldn't have been able to see through it on the spot.

Qin Ming shook his head, silently reminding himself. Given the vast difference in strength, even with the other party's current friendly attitude, he still needed to remain vigilant.

He focused intently, trying to capture the conversation between the two turtles.

All that could be heard was the armored tortoise asking Little Fatty about his troubles in life in a gentle and persuasive tone.

His tone was just like that of an old fortune teller on the street, kind yet with a hint of mystery.

Little Fatty seemed to have already regarded the other as a brother, and poured out his grievances: "Big Brother has to cultivate like a turtle every day. He has to do breathing exercises in the morning, cultivate at noon, and soak in the spiritual spring at night... It's so tiring..."

"Oh? What do you want?" the armored tortoise asked with interest.

Little Fatty's eyes lit up, and without hesitation, he voiced his greatest wish: "Is there any way to just eat, drink, and sleep all day without doing anything else? Like, a life where I don't need to cultivate or fight, but my strength just naturally increases!"

This is incredibly embarrassing!

Qin Ming's vision went black, and he grabbed the rocks beside him for support.

"Hmm, of course!" The armored tortoise on the other end not only didn't think the junior was being lazy, but seemed to have found a kindred spirit.

With a sense of eager anticipation, he shared in detail: "When you are proficient in using the technique of creating clones, you can flexibly handle various matters on behalf of your main body!"

While you sunbathe, your clone goes to cultivate; while you sleep, your clone goes to fight; while you eat a big meal, your clone also eats, which is equivalent to enjoying double the delicious food!

In short, you can just lie there and everything will be taken care of for you; that's the ultimate state of being a tortoise!

"Wow!" the chubby boy exclaimed in ignorance, a glistening trail of drool running down his face.

Qin Ming: "..."

The topics and quality of your conversations make his intense focus and worry seem completely unnecessary!

Qin Ming suppressed his speechlessness and listened for a while longer.

Upon realizing that the two turtles had genuinely engaged in an in-depth discussion on this issue, even providing on-site instruction, Qin Ming could no longer maintain his pretense.

"Brother, you look terrible. Should we go to the infirmary?" a passing team member asked with concern.

"It's nothing," Qin Ming forced a smile, "just from the sun."

Qin Ming, whose facial expressions were on the verge of collapse, made an excuse to leave the corner.

Of course, he also kept a watchful eye on the little fat boy's condition within the contract.

Qin Ming found a staff member and received an answer sheet.

Instead of standing there listening to two lazy turtles sharing their tips on shirking work, you should do something worthwhile.

This is an open-ended question about how to bring joy to turtles and the details of their upbringing, and it is the highlight of this exchange meeting.

The rewards are very attractive.

It is said that the best answer will be awarded either the opportunity to choose any treasure from the treasure vault or an unlimited opportunity to enter the top-level training room.

Qin Ming took a liking to the latter; wasn't this exactly what he was preparing for his next contracted spirit beast?

Qin Ming took the answer sheet and found a place to sit down under the shade of the canopy.

The examination room was set up under a pergola by the beach, where the sea breeze rustled through the room, making the exam papers rustle.

A dozen or so spirit masters were engrossed in answering questions, some writing furiously, others frowning in deep thought, creating an atmosphere somewhat like an imperial examination hall.

Qin Ming sat down, picked up his brush and dipped it in ink. After wandering around and observing the site several times, he realized that his conditions and experience in turtle breeding far surpassed those of others.

Therefore, there was no need to compare answers with others. He cleared his mind and began answering the questions steadily and quickly.

He answered closed-ended questions quickly. Dietary balance, spirit pattern maintenance, exercise and rest—these are things he does every day, requiring no thought whatsoever.

The real challenge lies in the open-ended questions later on.

Qin Ming wrote: "The core of raising turtle-like spirit animals lies not in providing a lot of resources, but in understanding their nature. Every turtle has its own rhythm; you can't force it, nor can you give up on it. You need to find a balance between respect and guidance."

He paused, then continued writing: "Most turtles are naturally lazy and dislike hard work."

After writing it, I realized it was a bit too blunt. If someone else saw it, they might think he was being sarcastic. Even though what he said was true.

After careful consideration, Qin Ming crossed out that sentence and changed it to: "Most turtles love life and know how to enjoy the slow pace of turtle life, and as their spirit masters, we must learn to respect their rhythm."

With a sigh, Qin Ming handed in his paper.

Qin Ming, who had been eagerly anticipating the reward for his excellent answer sheet, lost some of his enthusiasm as he wrote the last sentence.

After glancing at the time, Qin Ming strolled back to pick up Little Fatty.

He spent nearly an hour answering the questions, while the two of them hadn't finished talking yet.

From a distance, the two turtles, which looked exactly alike, were still lying on the big rock, in the same posture as when Qin Ming left—heads facing the sea, tails facing the beach, limbs outstretched, bellies pressed against the sun-warmed rock surface, looking lazy and content.

Qin Ming glanced at it casually, preparing to urge Little Fatty to pay attention to the time.

Then he stopped in his tracks.

It felt as if an invisible giant hand was pressing him to the spot, preventing him from taking a single step.

His eyes were fixed on the direction of the chubby boy, his pupils slightly constricted, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

On Little Fatty's skill panel, a brand new entry appeared: [Avatar (Beginner)]!

These words lay there quietly, but Qin Ming knew what they meant.

An external avatar is far more advanced than a clone, and can be considered a top-tier skill that every spirit master dreams of.

A clone is merely an extension of the original consciousness, while an external avatar is an independent consciousness, an independent ability to act, an independent energy cycle, and can even exist independently of the original body.

He never expected that such a top-level skill could be communicated in such a simple and unpretentious way!

Qin Ming sighed wearily. This kind of experience could only be learned by spirit beasts with the same temperament, so he hadn't really lost out, Qin Ming comforted himself.

That's a stretch, because even the most gifted spirit beasts can't even get close to master top-tier skills like avatars without some stroke of luck, even after three to five years of arduous training.

Therefore, the turtle that taught him this skill was absolutely unfathomable!

And Little Fatty was able to master this skill in just one hour—such a difficult skill, such rapid progress…

How urgent must one's desire to learn be? And how deep must the resonance with one's teaching mentor be?

Qin Ming couldn't bear to think about it any further.