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

"Honey, we haven't seen Little Turtle for days. I hope something's happened!"

The turtle lay on the rocks, limbs outstretched, head drooping, radiating a strong, lingering anxiety.

Recently, Kamesawa has repeatedly tried to act young but failed to meet up with friends, and his mentality is collapsing at a visible speed.

"Hiss, didn't you already investigate? They're in seclusion with their Master, focusing on breaking through their limits. What problems could there be?"

The Xuanming Serpent flicked its tail, its voice tinged with helplessness.

She perched on a higher rock beside the turtle pond, her body gracefully coiled into a perfect spiral, her head slightly raised, her posture composed and noble.

In stark contrast to Kamesawa's anxiety, she maintained an almost indifferent calmness throughout.

At their stage, if they want to advance further, it's no longer a matter of whether they practice asceticism or not.

Every advancement in cultivation now requires opportunity, enlightenment, and a perfect resonance with heaven and earth at the right moment.

Those days when I stayed up all night trying to break through bottlenecks and neglected to eat or sleep to improve my skills in my youth are now distant memories.

Asceticism is useless.

But that doesn't mean they never practiced diligently.

In my youth, I would stay up all night to outdo my peers and shine in the annual clan competition.

Or perhaps it's a covert scheme to win the attention of a beloved.

For example, when Kamezawa was young, in order to prove himself to her, he once dived alone into the most dangerous area of ​​the deep sea and brought back an abyssal spirit pearl that even made the elders of his clan change color.

But those crazy, stubborn, and reckless days have long been washed away by the passage of time into blurry silhouettes.

Then, without realizing it, I reached my current level of cultivation.

Their long lifespan ultimately granted them the right to slow down their pace.

So, on the one hand, Xuanming Snake understood Guize's childlike heart in pretending to be young and playing along, but on the other hand, she couldn't bear to watch it.

The mighty Wan Jia Turtle, with the bloodline of an ancient divine beast, has lived for countless years. In order to invite a little turtle out to play, it transformed itself into a round and adorable turtle, and even learned to act cute, charming, and youthful.

If their own people saw this, they'd probably laugh their heads off.

At least she would never stoop to doing something like that!

Ask her to act young? Ask her to act cute? Ask her to chase after a junior begging to play with her?

Ugh, just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

The somewhat troubled Xuanming Snake absentmindedly comforted its mate.

Her tail tip slapped against the rocks, making a rhythmic, subtle sound—a habitual little action that only occurred when her thoughts were wandering.

Sudden--

Accompanied by a distant commotion of voices, the tip of the Xuanming Serpent's tail suddenly stopped.

She seemed to have a premonition of something.

It was as if something, not far away, gently and briefly... stirred her soul.

The Xuanming Serpent raised its neck high, its previously lazy demeanor vanishing completely.

She opened her mouth, her tongue trembling in the air, trying her best to capture every possible breath, hoping to seize that fleeting moment of emotion.

However, whether due to the great distance or some high-level formation blocking the way, the Xuanming Serpent was never able to achieve its goal.

That aura was like a wisp of smoke, drifting in the wind. She could clearly feel it, but she couldn't grasp it no matter what she did.

She tried to find the source of the disturbance, but that place was a restricted area for humans.

Is it worth forcing your way in for this vague and uncertain moment of inspiration?

She was still mindful of her partner's cooperation with humans for the sake of the baby turtle.

The Xuanming Serpent hesitated.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

Gui Ze climbed up from the rock at some point, his huge body slowly moving to the side of Xuanming Snake, his head close, his eyes full of concern.

His voice was deep and resonant, like an echo from the deep sea: "No matter what danger there is, the turtle will protect you!"

Although he acts like a child in many ways, when it comes to "protecting his wife," Kamesawa is never ambiguous.

The Xuanming Serpent coiled its tail in confusion, circling it again and again, then loosening it, and then circling it once more.

"I can't explain it. It's not a danger, nor is it an opportunity, but it inexplicably bothers me!" Her voice carried an unusual sense of bewilderment.

"You care?" Kamezawa blinked, his brain working at lightning speed. "But your descendants all reproduce directly in the sea. In recent years, I haven't heard any rumors of the main branch of the bloodline being scattered abroad."

Because he cared deeply for the little turtle, Kameze's first thought was that it was a blood relative. But the moment he said it, he dismissed that possibility.

He knew very well how the Xuanming Serpent clan reproduced. They were oviparous, reproducing directly in the ocean, with the young living in seawater from the moment they hatched.

Moreover, the Xuanming Serpent is a deep-sea creature that rarely approaches land, and it is even less likely to appear in inland areas inhabited by humans.

Besides, given the Xuanming Serpent clan's strong sense of family, if any main branch of the bloodline were to be scattered outside, there would have been a huge uproar long ago; it's impossible for them to remain quiet and unnoticed.

Unexpectedly, this unintentional word of comfort silenced the Xuanming Serpent.

She stopped coiling her tail, and her whole body suddenly became very quiet.

"The feeling I had at that moment, in retrospect, was indeed a bit immature. Although it felt familiar and familiar, it definitely had a sense of new life."

The Xuanming Serpent's voice became very soft, as if afraid of disturbing something, "It's not that kind of... long-standing, experienced skill, but rather a newborn, fresh one, still carrying a certain... unformed feeling."

She paused, seemingly considering her words.

"Like... a newborn cub."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuanming Snake and Guize fell silent.

The sea breeze whistled by, the waves crashed against the shore, and seabirds chirped and twittered in the distance.

Two ancient spirit beasts, who had lived for countless years, remained motionless on the rock, as if digesting an absurd conjecture.

……

the other side.

The repeated unusual movements in the top-level training room finally alerted the highest commander in the area—Lu Yunzheng.

Or perhaps, because of Kamezawa, Qin Ming, who had made a contract with Little Fatty, had left a deep imprint on his heart.

Lu Yunzheng stood outside the training room, hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the sea breeze.

His face looked no more than middle-aged, but his eyes were deep and unfathomable, reflecting years and experiences that are hard for ordinary people to imagine.

Beside him, several team members responsible for monitoring the training room stood with their hands at their sides, not daring to breathe.

One of the team members, forcing a smile, spoke up, "Sir, the energy consumption curve of training room number 7 has shown an unprecedented fluctuation pattern over the past three hours. The peak spiritual energy concentration has exceeded the instrument's measurement limit, and the toxin residue index—"

"I understand." Lu Yunzheng raised his hand, interrupting his report.

He didn't ask any more questions, nor did he check the data again. He simply walked forward, raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and made a light press towards the direction of training room number 7.

In addition to his own beast-taming skills, he is also extremely skilled in formations, which is why he can guard a border region.

Lu Yunzheng's fingers traced mysterious trajectories in the air, each gesture as precise as the most sophisticated instrument.

Under his control, the large array outside the cultivation room slowly operated, the array patterns lit up, and spiritual light flowed, like a sleeping giant being awakened.

With a wave of his hand, he controlled the overflowing energy, which was extremely concentrated and mixed with killing intent and poison.

Those deep green lights tinged with purple, which were originally like wild horses that were about to break free and charge wildly, were now being held down by an invisible hand.

It converges, compresses, and settles until it condenses into a stable and controllable energy sphere, suspended in his palm.

The toxins were isolated, the murderous intent was suppressed, and the riotous spiritual energy was pacified.

The entire operation was smooth and effortless, as if it were not dealing with a difficult situation, but rather fiddling with an ordinary household object.

"I'll handle this. You may all leave."

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

The team members exchanged glances, bowed in unison, and filed out.

Silence returned outside the meditation room.

Lu Yunzheng stood alone in the empty corridor, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate the barrier of the formation.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly shook his head slightly, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Qin Ming," he said softly, as if talking to himself, "what exactly were you doing in there, you little rascal?"

No one answered him.

Inside the cultivation room, spiritual energy continued to flow silently.

The snake's metamorphosis was finally coming to an end.

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P.S.: Sorry for the late post, something came up. I'll make up for it with a longer chapter.