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

"If the outsider possesses this level of power, then I will submit."

The first to defect was the unlucky guy who was saved by Little Fatty's teleportation at a critical moment.

The turtle still had faint marks left by the sleeper shark's teeth on its shell. Although its shell had withstood the bite, it clearly remembered the terror of being unable to break free when it was bitten on the edge, and the salvation that pulled it out of danger the next second.

With a leader in place, Green Hair, who clearly understood the disparity in strength, also defected.

His gaze fell on the red marks on his claws, left by the Sleeping Shark's lashing. Though the marks weren't deep, each one served as a reminder. He didn't say anything more, but his stance was clear.

There's also a group of love-struck individuals who admire Little Fatty's imposing figure and have long since lost their xenophobic tendencies.

They gathered in twos and threes, discussing the earlier "rushing out to bite the fish's tail," "the gigantic figure," and "the posture of still guarding the rear after exhaustion." The topic had long since deviated from the issue of resource allocation and turned to some more romantic interpretations.

For them, Little Fatty's dazzling appearance was enough to become a memory worth revisiting.

The Xuan Turtle Secret Realm, which opens only once every three years, is important to them, but not that important. This is because the deep-sea turtle race has a very long lifespan; if they miss it once, there will be another time, and another after that.

They have plenty of time to wait and are very forgiving of mistakes.

This is the first case of an imported turtle in a century; it is unprecedented and will likely never be seen again. If we miss this opportunity, we don't know how long we will have to wait.

Its rarity itself makes it even more noteworthy.

The black tortoise shook its head and sighed to the heterochromatic tortoise that had rushed over upon hearing the sound: "That tortoise acted boldly and decisively, yet it didn't seize the opportunity to attack. It also had the strength to cover its retreat. It didn't manage to catch up with the final blow itself, but it pulled back its companion who might have been bitten by the fish."

Both in terms of his own strength and his responsibility as a leader, he is impeccable.

If you're still not satisfied, you can try to contact me again on your own, but I'm completely convinced here. Therefore, I will no longer participate in any further demonstrations or lobbying efforts.

This clear shift in positioning left the heterochromatic-eyed black tortoise speechless.

He stood there, his gaze shifting from the dark black tortoise to the distance, then to the group engaged in a heated discussion. He remained silent for a long time before speaking, his voice carrying an ambiguous meaning: "...You all switched sides far too quickly."

The black tortoise shook its head, and after a moment decided not to say anything more, turning around and swimming towards its dwelling.

Meanwhile, Qin Ming had already returned.

As he walked through the corridor and entered the side hall, he immediately noticed Qingchen.

The turquoise snake was coiled in a corner where the water flowed gently, its posture relaxed, no longer showing the bloated feeling it had after eating, but instead regaining its smooth and slender outline.

Even more surprisingly, Qingchen's level on the talent panel has increased by 2 levels, and he is only one step away from the third tier.

Qin Ming was somewhat astonished by this, not because he was amazed by Qing Chen's rapid improvement, after all, he had eaten a sixth-tier orchid eel, and even just a small piece of meat was enough to provide him with abundant energy.

But this digestive aid technique is really something else; the effect is too immediate. Maybe... he should learn it again?

As he was thinking, he took two more steps forward, his gaze habitually sweeping over Qingchen's scales.

Qin Ming stopped after taking only two steps closer. His gaze fixed on Qing Chen's body, scanning him carefully from head to toe, before he involuntarily reached out and placed his hand on Qing Chen's side.

His palm could originally cover five scales, but now it can only cover three!

Qin Ming's lips twitched, and he silently crossed out the phrase "Maybe I should study some more" from his to-do list.

He looked down at his hands, which could no longer reach the fourth scale, then looked up at Qing Chen's nonchalant expression, as if asking, "Is there a problem?" He remained silent for a moment before speaking in as calm a tone as possible: "Prepare yourselves. You will receive the inheritance tonight at midnight."

"Hiss~" Qingchen nodded slightly, his body stretching gently in the water.

Qin Ming had already confirmed with his ancestor that the flow of energy in the deep sea has its own rhythm, and midnight is the time when the cold and sharp energy is most active. For the Azure Emperor Python, whose origin is poison and martial arts, this time is most conducive to receiving the inheritance.

He stopped thinking about it and sat on the stone platform inside the hall, quietly waiting for the night to deepen.

……

At midnight tonight, a great terror seems to be brewing in the deep sea.

It was an atmosphere that was hard to describe in words. The rhythm of the flowing water was different, the concentration of spiritual energy was different, and even the angle of light refraction seemed to be covered with a layer of darkness.

The auxiliary array patterns that Qin Ming personally set up were lighting up one by one as midnight approached, from dark to light, from the outside to the inside, like lamps being lit one after another.

Qin Ming couldn't sleep tonight. Or rather, not only him, but all his companions were watching and accompanying Qing Chen through this important moment in his snake life.

Keda squatted on a stone pillar at the entrance of the stone chamber, Cangxuan lay in a corner in the distance, and Xiaopang, unusually, did not snore, but lay at Qin Ming's feet, staring intently at the faint light patterns in the stone chamber.

Inheritance is related to physical fitness.

The flowing spiritual light did not rush towards Qingchen's body, but instead slowly enveloped him, like layers of silk threads, gradually embedding his outline into the light.

With Qingchen's current physical strength, he only received the most superficial part. The deeper and more condensed information flow was not triggered, as if it was blocked by an invisible threshold.

Even so, he gained a deeper understanding of the skills and the control of toxicity.

His eyes were closed, his breathing was steady and long, and the light between his scales receded slowly like the evening tide, and then rose again like the morning mist, rising and falling rhythmically.

As the dawn broke, the first inheritance ceremony came to a close, and Qin Ming could finally rest.

His nerves, which had been on edge for so long, finally relaxed. He didn't even want to move and simply lay down on the ground.

Little Fatty shifted his position, leaning his round body against the wall as a cushion.

With a sweep of its tail, Cangxuan's large, warm, fluffy tail covered Qin Ming's abdomen.

The room was quiet and peaceful.

……

Not long after, a few young turtles, who were usually lazy and sleepy, gathered together in a corner outside the side hall, creating an unexpectedly noisy scene.

"I had a nightmare last night! It was full of blood and violence!" the turtle complained, stretching out its claws to rub its still-sleepy face, looking both irritable and dazed.

The other turtle stretched out its claw, "Damn, I have a skin allergy, I've got a rash!"

On the once smooth edge of the shell, a patch of fine red rashes appeared, as if a reaction had been triggered by some external stimulus.

Then more turtles joined in, each talking about their sleepless nights.