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

When Xiaopang returned, Qin Ming, who was so engrossed in his creation that he couldn't extricate himself, had already produced a large number of artworks of unknown purpose.

The artworks are arranged on the stone platform, varying in size and color, each engraved with different textures.

Some are coiled like snakes, others are folded up like turtles; their specific shapes are indistinct, but their charm is always inexplicably similar, making it clear at a glance that they belong to the same series.

Several pieces of ruined refined ore were scattered in front of Qin Ming. They were the result of his failure. His spiritual energy structure collapsed from the inside, leaving only dull fragments.

It's not that he didn't try to control it; it's just that he lacked the freehand lines and artistic conception, so the concentrate would break directly.

With the addition of freely drawn lines and artistic conception, the refined ore will indeed no longer break, but it also loses its precise spiritual energy circulation path. No one knows how to activate it, how to use it, let alone its actual effect.

The overly meticulous lines, created at will, also rendered conventional methods such as rule of thumb, elimination, and exhaustive search ineffective.

Qin Ming tried again and again.

He tried to inject spiritual energy into the ore body in an attempt to awaken the internal circuits;

I also tried using my mental energy to sense the direction of the lines in order to find their trigger points;

I even tried putting several pieces of ore together to see if they would resonate with each other.

But no matter what method was used, those ores remained indifferent, as if they had high standards and were slow to respond only to specific targets.

If it's not for humans, then it's for animals?

Qin Ming handed all the ores to the beasts, letting them sense and touch them in their own way.

As a result, the whole family tried it, but it still didn't work.

Qin Ming didn't let any of Keda, Cangxuan, Heidong, Xiaobao, or Qingchen go.

Except for Little Fatty's clone, which dissipated prematurely due to excessive practice and energy expenditure.

This is why Qin Ming was waiting here for Little Fatty.

He had tried all the possible approaches, but the only remaining issue was that the key person was absent for some reason.

So when Little Fatty got home, he was met with Qin Ming's deep gaze. He was so frightened that he raised his front paws high and forgot to put them down.

Still in the position of crawling through the door, Little Fatty's eyes held a hint of guilt.

Was he late?

He had clearly calculated the time, but everyone was too enthusiastic, so he still firmly refused the other turtle's invitation and teleported back.

He silently estimated the time in his mind to make sure he wasn't too late, but the boss's deep gaze still made him shrink back.

Feeling guilty, Little Fatty set aside a portion of his newly acquired specialty deep-sea delicacies in an attempt to divert the boss's attention.

The food, wrapped in seaweed leaves, was carefully pushed in front of Qin Ming. A rich aroma instantly filled the air, carrying a crispy yet savory flavor.

This instantly snapped Qin Ming out of his reverie.

The fish balls, crispy crab shells, and a few slices of freshly sliced ​​conch sashimi were all still warm.

Little Fatty has really grown up and become more considerate. Qin Ming patted his belly, which he had forgotten to take care of after a busy day.

He began to enjoy it without any hesitation, and as the sweetness melted on his tongue, he subconsciously squinted his eyes.

While eating, Qin Ming said to the chubby boy, "Try out my newly improved formation when you have time."

"Hmm!" Little Fatty's eyes lit up, and he was less reluctant to reach for the food.

The eldest brother's cooking skills are unparalleled; his dishes are delicious, beautiful, and made with heart!

Even though the concentrate looked different from the array crystals he usually saw, he had no doubt about its value.

Little Fatty pressed down impatiently with his paw, waiting for the energy to flow into his body, but one second, two seconds... nothing happened.

He blinked, looked down at the unique portrait on the concentrate, one that no one else could imitate. It couldn't possibly be faked!

Unlike Qin Ming, who had been struggling all day and was gradually becoming more indifferent, Xiao Pang could sense that the mineral in front of him was not simple and would be very useful to him, but he just didn't know how to use it!

His intuition told him that there was something hidden in these incomprehensible patterns.

Something very important is dormant, and it can be awakened as long as the right method is found, but he doesn't know the specific method yet.

Little Fatty's good mood after playing outside all day has started to decline, and he is now anxiously pacing around.

The chubby paws rubbed back and forth on the surface of the ore, as if trying to extract the "useful" stuff directly.

"If it doesn't work, that's fine, it's okay." Qin Ming calmly comforted the chubby boy who was so anxious that he was gnawing on his own paw.

He ate to his heart's content, and his mood steadily improved along with the delicious food.

The fish balls and sashimi were excellent, much fresher than any ingredients you could buy on land. They were absolutely amazing!

Little Fatty rolled his pretty big eyelids, and between anger and cuteness, he chose to ask for help directly, "Boss, give me a hint!"

Qin Ming pursed his lips, showing no remorse and admitting that he didn't know either.

Instead, she pointed to the empty plate of Mo Ling fish balls, which were incredibly delicious but too small in portion and she hadn't had enough.

"I'll give you two more portions!" the chubby boy said magnanimously, despite the pain.

He rummaged around for a while before reluctantly taking it out and pushing it in front of Qin Ming, his heartache evident in his expression.

Since cooked food cannot reproduce, Qin Ming, who knew all too well the bottomless nature of Little Fatty's food treasure trove, suppressed a laugh and said:

"My idea for this project involves you and Qingchen, and that 'Black Tortoise' you keep mentioning. Perhaps the two of you could try collaborating."

"So that's what it means! Even the turtle didn't understand!" With Little Fatty's belated but timely complaint, Qin Ming's face darkened, and the fish balls he had just received no longer tasted good.

He quietly put the fish balls away and gestured to Qingchen.

Qingchen understood and swam over from the edge of the stone platform.

Then, he and Little Fatty sat facing each other, the former raising his tail and the latter stretching out his claws, touching the ore together from the left and right.

They subconsciously chose to transfer their spiritual power into the ore at the same moment.

As Qin Ming held his breath, the artwork, which had remained unresponsive for a long time, lit up.

First, a sliver of light shone through the ore, like a seed that had been buried deep inside sprouting.

Then the light spread along the patterns, and the turtle-shaped and snake-shaped lines lit up one after another. At this moment, anyone could see Qin Ming's original design concept.

Finally, the nameless lines surrounding it lit up one by one, enveloping the entire ore in a warm glow.

The light was not dazzling, nor even intense; it simply spread quietly across the stone platform, but something tiny was taking shape.

A silent yet profound meaning spread, permeating the seawater and rocks, causing certain individuals to pause instinctively due to certain characteristics.

All the elders who had formed the tortoise-snake partnership looked up at this place at the same moment.

Their gazes pierced through the walls between the palaces and the sea, landing precisely on the side hall.