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

Qin Ming smiled and replied, "We met by chance in the deep sea. He seemed to hit it off with Little Fatty instantly. Seeing his extraordinary potential and recognizing our connection, I took him on."

Having repeatedly needed to explain the origins of his spirit beasts, Qin Ming had gradually become adept at it. This time, his tone was relaxed and natural, just like it was genuine.

The ancestor remained silent for a moment, his gaze lingering on Qingchen for a while, as if he were considering something.

"A chance encounter..." He repeated the word, with an indescribable meaning.

Qin Ming practically said he found it, which sounded like he was just trying to fool people.

But... wasn't his encounter with his friend back then just a chance meeting?

The kind of fate that happens to meet, to look at each other, and not to pass each other by in the vast world cannot be arranged.

The Azure Serpent Emperor is difficult to find unless it reveals itself voluntarily.

No one knows how big, how deep, or how dark the deep sea is.

What lies hidden in the ravines formed over millions of years? What dwells in the unexplored underwater forests? Who dares to say they can find out?

Although the other party may be hiding something, He could sense that Qin Ming's words contained some reservations, but even if He figured it out, what could He do? Could He find another clue?

This emerald figure, which has lingered in my memory for countless years, is not something that just any snake can imitate.

Besides, even if he found another one, it wouldn't be his old friend.

Every life is unique, and the long years have taught Him that what is gone is not worth clinging to, but what is still here is worth cherishing.

The ancestor of the tortoise clan let out a long sigh, a mixture of relief and regret.

Thankfully, the bloodline of the Azure Serpent Emperor has not been severed, and its ancient and noble heritage continues in this world.

Sadly, the giant azure serpent that swam alongside Him in ancient times is gone forever.

But in the end, his friend's bloodline was not lost, and his long tortoise life had become somewhat interesting.

He could foresee that a colossal wave, guided by them, was about to surge forth in this deep sea.

This time, the way He looked at Little Fatty was no longer just a patron of a promising junior.

There was something more complex and tender in that gaze, as if looking at someone with whom one had a connection, as if looking at a destiny swept up by time.

He increasingly felt that they seemed to be a projection of Him and His friends in this era.

The same encounter, the same companionship, the same trust and support that transcends race, only with a different face and a different time and space.

It's just that... there's an extra human.

He glanced at Qin Ming with mixed feelings, his gaze carrying a subtle scrutiny.

In His memory, the relationship between humans and spirit beasts in ancient times was mostly one of trade and exploitation, with very little of the sincere bond that exists before Him.

The fact that this human being has gathered so many different kinds of companions, each of whom holds deep trust in Him, is itself something worth pondering.

Before He could savor the moment, He was distracted by the white wolf beside Him.

The white wolf may have truly grasped the meaning, as its energy began to circulate spontaneously, unlike before when it was restrained.

Instead, it resembles a quietly blooming flower, carrying an ancient and solemn rhythm, unfolding outwards layer by layer, forming faint halos that reflect on the stone walls of the side hall.

The answer is obvious. How could our knowledgeable ancestors not be able to tell what his attributes are?

He remained silent for a long time, but his heart, which had been dormant like an iceberg for many years, began to beat faster.

How could such an attribute possibly exist in the real world?

They were still standing alive before Him.

Is a major upheaval about to occur in the world?

The subtle disturbances in the natural order often begin with such minute variables.

But no matter what, His perception of Qin Ming was different this time.

A chance encounter with a Azure Heavenly Python might be explained as a "chance meeting," and a spirit beast that can capture "time" could also be described as a "coincidence." But when all these "coincidences" come together in one person, it can no longer be summed up by luck.

His gaze finally began to linger on the young faces of humans.

With so many terrifying spirit beasts gathered in one person, this person's future is unpredictable, as is the future of the human race, as long as he doesn't perish prematurely.

But since we've already met and have such a connection, how can it end prematurely? Have you asked Him?

The ancestor continued his work with satisfaction.

The five elements of energy flowed more smoothly through its claws, like a tamed stream gently flowing into Little Fatty's body.

While maintaining the energy balance, He transmitted His voice to Gui Ze: "You've done very well, treating both Little Turtle and... Qin Ming as honored guests of our clan!"

Upon hearing this, Guize, who was waiting outside the hall, perked up.

The affirmation from our ancestors is a far greater honor than any reward from the clan.

His neck involuntarily straightened even more.

"Furthermore, the establishment of diplomatic relations with the human race must continue to deepen; this is not a trivial matter." The ancestor's voice carried an unusual solemnity. "This person's potential far exceeds our expectations; our connection with him must be carefully maintained."

Kamezawa solemnly hummed in agreement, engraving this entrustment in his heart.

"I cannot travel outside, and since you have done well so far, you will take the lead from here on out. However, your strength still needs to be improved. From now on, your main avatar will always be by my side."

"Hmm!"

Now, Kamesawa's voice was filled with barely suppressed joy.

Being personally guided by the ancestor is an opportunity that countless clan turtles dream of, and it is a million times better than blindly figuring things out on their own.

He could almost picture his future self—a thicker shell, greater strength, and a more composed demeanor, a time when even his father would have to look up to him.

Feeling affirmed, Kamesawa straightened his neck and proudly showed off to his father, who was standing to the side.

His lips couldn't help but curl into a smile: With the ancestor's personal guidance, surpassing his father was just around the corner! Hehehe!

Laughter echoed outside the hall, carrying a sense of jubilation that "we're finally going to turn things around."

"Snapped!"

Kamebushi, feeling a little uneasy from Kameze's laughter, slapped him with his paw, interrupting the somewhat eerie laughter.

Kamezawa tilted his head down abruptly, then bounced back, looking aggrieved as if to say, "He hasn't even done anything yet, and he's just thinking about how he can be wrong."