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

Having confirmed that Qingchen's first inheritance went smoothly and that the eldest brother was already asleep, the little fat boy rolled his eyes and tiptoed towards the door.

His movements were very light; his paw pads made almost no sound as they landed on the stone. His tail was tucked in tightly, and he looked back every step he took.

His guilty conscience and demeanor were a stark contrast to his decisiveness when charging into battle yesterday afternoon.

The high emotional value of its companions managed to entice a homebody turtle to go outside.

Little Fatty himself didn't realize that ever since he was surrounded by people praising him, being stuffed with food, and having his shell patted last night, the thought of "should I go today?" had been swirling in his mind.

The feeling of being watched and recognized is like a warm current, making him feel light and carefree whenever he thinks about it.

He even found a crack in the door; there was a narrow gap in the side door of the side hall, just big enough for him to squeeze through sideways.

Qin Ming observed everything, shook his head, and said, "Finish the exercises Old Master Chu left you first, then go out and play."

Little Fatty shook his head vigorously, like a rattle-drum. The movement was so intense that his entire shell swayed slightly, as if he were using all his strength to express his refusal.

"The tortoise won't do it anymore. The tortoise exerted a lot of effort yesterday; it needs to rest."

Qin Ming remained unmoved, his statement resolute: "There's no room for discussion."

Although Qin Ming didn't stay at the Magic City Academy for long, Elder Chu was an extremely busy man and couldn't be seen often.

However, after learning about Xiao Pang's progress, Elder Chu still delivered the necessary aids in time—a specially modified spatial sphere. The sphere was about the size of a fist, semi-transparent, with tiny points of light slowly flowing inside, like a miniature star map.

When the internal spatial energy is sorted out, it will become clear and transparent; and after each problem is solved, the next one will present more complex changes.

Mr. Chu's design concept is very straightforward: to enhance Xiaopang's understanding and control of space by repeatedly sorting out the spatial structure.

Little Fatty was quite interested at first. When he first got the ball, he spent several hours fiddling with it, excitedly running over to Qin Ming to show him the changes in the ball every time he unraveled a layer.

But as the difficulty increased, the arrangement of those light spots became more and more complicated and harder to make sense, and his interest gradually shifted.

These days, the space ball has become one of the things he "can postpone as long as possible".

But Qin Ming could see the improvement in Xiao Pang, so he kept an eye on him.

Each process of sorting out the spatial structure subtly strengthens his control over his own space. This improvement is not reflected in his level, but in the precision of his perception and the stability of his control over the internal space, which is more crucial than simply increasing his level.

Furthermore, Xiao Pang's energy has been fluctuating a lot recently. From devouring the vortex spirit to breaking through to the fifth rank, and then to yesterday's battle where he was severely depleted but quickly recovered, his spiritual power is currently in a phase of rapid fluctuation.

Even just to prevent his sudden surge in strength from getting out of control, Qin Ming had to be careful.

Seeing that there was no room for negotiation, Little Fatty left his bewildered clone behind and walked out through the main gate in a righteous manner.

The clone lay still, blinking its eyes. It looked at Qin Ming, then at the doorway, its face showing a blank expression of "Who am I? Where am I?"

Qin Ming watched the door open and close again, then looked at his clone sitting upright on the stone platform, earnestly awaiting instructions, and fell silent.

Fine.

At least the clone is still there, so the necessary tasks won't be missed.

Perhaps following the main body's command, the clone didn't try to shirk its duties. It diligently began to arrange the light spots according to the instructions.

He was so focused on practicing that he didn't need Qin Ming's supervision at all.

Qin Ming watched for a while, and after confirming that the clone's problem-solving progress was normal, he stopped interfering.

He sat down on a low stool next to the stone platform, turned on his personal communicator, and began to compile his recent report.

"On the 12th day underwater, we've already encountered a group of turtles, and they're generally quite friendly. However, the underwater environment is complex, and without a reliable leader or guide, long voyages are difficult."

"The waters we pass through contain relatively abundant minerals, but the spirit beasts' use of them is rather crude; perhaps this could lead to trade..."

He then attached several pictures of some fine minerals he had picked up along the way and randomly piled up by the roadside. Some were embedded in the rocks, and some were scattered in the sand, but most of them were pure in color and of excellent quality.

Once you've made your selections, send with a single click.

The notification circle indicating that the report is being sent keeps spinning. The magnetic field on the seabed is complex, and a report often takes a long time to arrive.

Qin Ming watched the continuously spinning icon, and without waiting for it to finish spinning, he exited the interface.

He omitted the benefits his spirit beast would have gained from it, which was understandable given his own secrets.

He also skipped over the specific information about the Wanjia Turtle Palace. Humans already had a vague understanding of the locations of the four forces in the Blue Sea. Although he was here, once he passed through the spatial rift on his journey, he was truly scattered to the ends of the earth and had long lost his way.

He wasn't even sure which sea area he was in, so writing it in wouldn't make a difference.

He thought for a moment, then opened a new memo and jotted down some notes on the direction of the ocean currents and the changes in water temperature he observed along the way, for future reference.

Then he put down the communicator and took out a piece of water-based mineral he had picked up on the road from his storage bag.

The ore is about the size of a palm, light blue in color, with tiny, slowly flowing specks of light inside. It is pure and full of spiritual energy.

He looked at it over and over for a while, trying to figure out what kind of miniature formation was engraved on it.

Depending on the purity of the stored energy, the refined ore can preserve the array for different periods of time until it is activated.

Higher quality concentrates can support more complex array structures and have a longer preservation time.

When Qin Ming discovered that the finest minerals, which could be considered strategic resources on land, were appearing in various parts of the Turtle Palace in the form of decorations and resting stones, his lips twitched.

He had even seen a piece of deep-sea blue crystal of high quality, capable of supporting a large teleportation array, placed under a stone table outside the main hall, simply because the table legs were a bit short.

This level of abundance was beyond his comprehension.

Perhaps because Little Fatty had been talking about the word "Xuanwu" a lot lately, Qin Ming somehow remembered it.

He looked at Qingchen, who was meditating quietly. A green snake was coiled on one side of the stone platform. He closed his eyes to rest, and his breathing was steady and long. Even just his outward demeanor showed his extraordinary nature.

As for the chubby clone diligently solving the problem, its focused posture was completely different from the main body.

Qin Ming's hand moved unconsciously, his fingertips tracing lines on the surface of the ore. His strokes were fluid and casual, as if he had just drawn something on a whim.

It's more like a portrait painting than a formation.

The lines neither followed a strict array structure nor a fixed spiritual energy path; they seemed more like a record of a fleeting thought.

A coiled snake, a seated tortoise, and some other images surrounding them that he hadn't yet decided how to name.

Several winding lines extend from the edge of the image to the center, like a loop that is taking shape, or like some kind of draft that has not yet been finalized.

Only a monster like Qin Ming, who relies on his talent for array formations, could create so casually. He might not even know what he is drawing, but he just drew it on a whim.

The whole process was smooth and effortless. When he stopped writing, there were many irregular shallow engraving marks on the surface of the concentrate.

The fact that the ore concentrate did not break indicates that the formation is established, but the bad news is that it was drawn too casually, and even Qin Ming himself does not know what its true function is.

Qin Ming scratched his head, put the artwork he had just created aside, controlled his racing thoughts, and started making another one.