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

"What do you think of the turtle clan prodigy that Uncle Ze was ordered to find?" Two turtles, who clearly held extraordinary status, conversed in the hall.

They lay on a cultivation platform deep within the Wanjia Turtle Palace. The stone slab beneath them gleamed with a warm, spiritual light, and the surrounding walls were inlaid with countless spirit stones, their flowing radiance showcasing the palace's profound cultural heritage.

The two turtles were several sizes larger than ordinary turtles, and the patterns on their shells had a weathered patina, clearly indicating that they held a high position in their species.

They are the best of the younger generation, exceptionally talented, and receive preferential treatment in terms of resources. They are already used to being looked up to by their peers.

The Xuan Turtle Secret Realm is about to open, containing valuable resources for improving one's aptitude. It should be a place where they compete and vie for resources.

On the surface, everyone was harmonious, but in reality, they were all secretly competing, each eyeing the spot that would allow them to advance further.

But unexpectedly, a guy of unknown origin appeared out of nowhere.

Even before that guy was seen, he had already won the favor of the clan elders, who were even inclined to allocate more resources from the secret realm to him.

How can they find peace of mind in this?

The turtle that was being questioned stopped its cultivation, opened its eyes, and revealed a different color in its pupils.

Within those pupils, one vertical pupil seemed to slowly open and close before returning to normal.

His tone carried a calm, unhurried air, as if to say, "This is no big deal."

"No matter how talented he is, he can't compare to the resources we've had in the past. How many spiritual materials have we used, how many spiritual springs have we soaked in, and how much guidance have we received from our elders since we were young? How can someone who suddenly appears out of nowhere compare? The secret realm is about to open, so we should focus on ourselves."

Aren't you worried about your share of resources being redistributed?

The other turtle was clearly less composed, its tail tapping the stone platform nervously, its tone filled with obvious worry.

"It's nothing." The turtle's voice remained calm, carrying an unusual certainty.

"According to the old man's estimation, Uncle Ze met with Little Turtle a few days ago. It took him so long to get there, and it will take him a long time to get back as well."

"Think about it, with Uncle Ze's personality, he'll stop to admire beautiful corals along the way, he'll drift along and take a nap if he's with the current, and he'll chat with other corals he meets. How fast can he possibly go?"

"In addition, the passage has recently collapsed, so it's possible that we won't be able to return for at least six months. Maybe your worries are not even a problem."

"That makes sense," the other turtle's eyes lit up, and it stopped flapping its tail.

"Then this passage really did break down at the perfect time! Of all times, of all times, it had to break down. Isn't this heaven helping me?"

The two turtles looked at each other and saw a sense of relief in each other's eyes.

They closed their eyes again, preparing to continue their respective cultivation, their worries about the "prodigy" having vanished.

Everything was under control. Within six months, that so-called prodigy wouldn't even be able to get close to the gates of the Ten Thousand Armored Turtle Palace.

By the time things settle down in six months, the resources will have already been allocated, so what changes could possibly occur?

Just then.

A distant, resonant, and urgent cry came from outside: "Ancestors, ancestors, come quickly and save the little turtle!"

The sound traversed layers of palaces, passed through numerous corridors, and penetrated countless doors, accurately reaching the ears of the two turtles.

The familiarity in the voice made their relaxed bodies stiffen abruptly.

The two turtles, who had just been so confident, looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Did I just hear Uncle Ze's voice...?" One of the turtles' voices was weak, and even the corners of their eyes trembled slightly.

"You heard that too?"

The other turtle also froze in place, as if trying to confirm the authenticity of the sound.

The two turtles stared at each other for a moment, then fell silent. The spiritual light still flowed in the cultivation room, but the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere had vanished completely.

Even Uncle Ze could change his usual temperament. Looking at the cultivation resources in front of them, they suddenly felt that some things were not so safe.

……

Little Fatty's condition suddenly worsened after he exited the passage.

The spatial fluctuations before and after the passage may have had some impact on him.

The dark golden crack itself is a passage torn open on the spatial level. When passing through it, it will inevitably disturb the unstable energy state in the body, just like a boat that is already a little waterlogged and then encounters a turbulent storm.

Little Fatty curled up even tighter in Qin Ming's arms. His body temperature was so high it was almost burning his hand. His breathing was rapid, and his occasional hiccups were getting shorter and shorter, carrying a sense of anxiety that he was about to give up.

Fortunately, we have arrived at our destination.

Inside the main hall of the Wanjia Turtle Palace, a figure quietly appeared.

The turtle wasn't very big, even smaller than Guiyuan, but Qin Ming had only ever seen its temperament and posture on Elder Kong.

It was a composure that had settled after a long period of time, carrying a gentle and peaceful feeling after seeing through everything.

The patterns on its shell were blurred, as if polished countless times by time, and each mark contained some kind of indescribable power.

His pace was slow, but each step was steady and firm, covering a great distance in a single stride, and he arrived in front of Qin Ming in the blink of an eye.

"Don't panic, let me take a look." His voice was calm and unhurried, yet it had a calming power.

His gaze fell on Little Fatty, and with just one glance, he saw through the condition inside his body.

With a gentle flick of its claws, the turbulent energy surging within Little Fatty's body instantly subsided, as if sealed off.

Qin Ming finally felt a little relieved.

"The energy within the body is unbalanced?" the ancestor muttered to himself, then carefully examined Little Fatty's condition, his gaze lingering for a moment on the spatial boundary that had been somewhat distorted by the energy.

He nodded slightly, as if confirming something, and then stretched out his paw to take Little Fatty away, preparing to find a suitable place to treat him.

But the little fat boy clung tightly to Qin Ming's sleeve, refusing to let go. It was as if he had grasped at the last straw, and he wouldn't let go no matter what.

The ancestor paused. He looked down at the paw clutching the sleeve, then glanced at Qin Ming.

His gaze held scrutiny, curiosity, and a hint of understanding.

"You must be his spirit master. Come with me." His voice remained calm as he strode towards the depths of the hall.

Qin Ming quickly followed. He was led to a side hall, the walls of which were covered with ancient array patterns, and a round stone platform in the center of the floor, exuding a warm aura.

The ancestor placed the chubby boy on the stone platform, observed him carefully for a moment, and then said:

"There are two solutions now. One is to extract the redundant energy of the Vortex Spirit, like draining excess water from a tank that's about to overflow, to restore its stability."

There's no risk this way, and our clan's passage can be repaired. We can use the extracted energy to re-condense a spiritual core. Although its intelligence will need to be nurtured, it's better than it disappearing completely.

He paused, looking into Qin Ming's eyes: "Another method is for me to use special techniques to help him circulate energy within his body and seek balance."

There is a growing little world within him. If this opportunity can be used to allow energy to flow naturally and balance itself within it, it will not only greatly benefit his personal space but also be a rare opportunity for his growth.

But how far he can progress depends on his own fate. The risks are unknown, and even if he succeeds, the passage can only be repaired after the little turtle reaches the eighth rank.

In other words, for a very long time, our clan's gates will lose that natural barrier.

What's your choice?

Qin Ming did not hesitate.

"The latter," his voice was clear and firm, "and what I need to do to make up for the losses of the Turtle Clan."

The old ancestor gave Qin Ming a deep look.

The gaze lingered on his face for a long time, as if looking through his eyes at something behind him, or as if weighing the weight of this decision.

After a long while, He finally spoke, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of amusement.

"We'll talk about it after it's done."