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

Half a month later, Qin Ming, who had voluntarily gone into seclusion, emerged from his seclusion.

The door to the side hall was pushed open from the inside out, making a dull creaking sound.

Qin Ming appeared behind the door. He was thinner than he had been half a month ago, but his gaze was calm and his steps carried a sense of certainty that he had finally broken free from a certain cycle.

He stood at the threshold, squinting slightly, facing the surging sea current. The sea breeze ruffled the hem of his clothes, a few strands of hair brushed past his forehead, and sunlight streamed down from above, outlining a faint silhouette on his shoulder.

Behind them, the stone platform had been cleaned up, and the scattered ore and tools had been neatly organized.

But on the open ground outside the hall, piles of finished concentrate were neatly stacked, like a long dragon stretching endlessly towards the end of the corridor.

He emerged from the pass carrying enough works of art to form a mountain!

But he vowed that he would not write again this year.

He silently repeated the sentence three times in his mind, as if he were signing an agreement with himself that he could not go back on.

If it weren't for the intermittent salvation of delicious food, he suspected he would have become an emotionless printing press.

In the later stages, he no longer needed to use his brain at all, and only a rigid and uniform mechanical memory remained.

My mind is completely blank, but my hands move smoothly and effortlessly, never faltering.

The array is so complex it's terrifying, requiring adjustments based on the distribution of refined ore energy, yet its flaw rate is almost zero.

He shook his head, pulling his thoughts away from the terrible memories. His gaze swept over the neatly stacked concentrate one last time, estimating that he wouldn't have to worry about distribution within six months, and he no longer wanted to devote any more energy to it.

He didn't even glance at the ore concentrates, turning around and leaving them behind, leaving them for Zhuan Gui to handle.

These refined ores, which contain the Xuanwu formation, are perhaps priceless treasures to the Ten Thousand Armor Turtle and the Xuanming Serpent.

But the resources that enable him and his partners to break through in the shortest time without leaving any future troubles are equally invaluable.

The various spiritual materials that were continuously delivered to the side hall over the past half month, and the cultivation aids that were specially selected according to their needs, each one precisely filled the gap that he and his companions needed most at the moment.

Aside from drawing formations the moment he opens his eyes, the constant depletion and recovery of his mental energy makes Qin Ming feel hopeless. Even breakthroughs and growth are too frequent, causing his expectations to plummet. In other aspects, he has no complaints.

The improvements he made in the past two weeks were real. The sheer volume of array formations he created made his foundation incredibly solid.

In addition, I would like to thank the vastness and abundance of the sea, the profound heritage of the Wanjia Turtle Palace, and even the Black Hole and Xiaobao have acquired treasures that suit their tastes for both cultivation and self-defense.

One is white and extremely eye-catching, while the other is black and can't be found once it's thrown away.

Little Bao was perched on his shoulder, its entire body white, standing out like a brightly lit lamp in the darkness of the deep sea.

The black hole, meanwhile, was tucked away in the shadow of the nearby reef, almost completely blending into the surrounding darkness, its outline indistinct.

Little Fatty and Little Treasure were the only two spirit beasts who did not go into seclusion with Qin Ming to receive the massive resources.

After winning over the hearts of the people, Little Fatty began leading troops in drills outside the area.

With Xiao Bao guiding them, they embarked on a terrifying path of expansion from that point onward.

According to Keda, who is sharp-eyed and well-informed despite never leaving his house, they have already breached Jiading Pass and are poised to pacify the world.

Little Fatty was right in front of him, but his carapace had several new scratches with faint white marks, obviously left from a recent battle. Although they had been treated, the marks had not completely faded.

Qin Ming looked down at the chubby boy, at the newly added marks, and touched them very gently, as if to confirm whether they would still hurt.

"Fatty, with your parents alive, don't travel far!" Qin Ming held the little fat boy, wanting to make a lighthearted joke, but his voice was somewhat deep.

He ran his fingers along the edge of the little fat mantle, tracing the fine lines and light scratches.

He was proud of Xiao Pang, but also hoped that he would not neglect his own and his subordinates' physical and mental health.

These scars are proof of his achievements, and also marks of every day he hasn't been by his side in the past two weeks.

He hadn't walked far when he saw several scenes of the younger generation embracing their elders; some were joyfully reunited, while others were reluctant to part.

Several pairs of figures were touching each other's shells on an open space not far away. Some were slapping each other's shell tops with their claws, while others were taking stock of the tiny marks on each other's bodies.

A little turtle was perched on its father's back, gazing tenderly at another slender figure, as if they hadn't seen each other for a long time; another pair was a few steps apart, constantly looking back, as if they had finished saying their last words and were about to part.

Little Fatty, oblivious to the situation, dove his head aside and brushed Qin Ming's hand away. "Boss, our team has a limited number of spots. Those who are heartbroken are just unlucky and didn't get the chance to go on the family trip. It's not about scarcity, it's about unfairness. As the commander, I can't pull any strings!"

This reply was forceful and clear, stating something he had weighed repeatedly.

"Oh." Qin Ming was stunned. Thinking of the Ten Thousand Armor Turtle's terrifying defense and Little Fatty's teleportation backup, it seemed that the suffering of war was not their concern.

He opened his mouth, but swallowed back what he was about to say.

After a moment of silence, Qin Ming shifted his gaze to the distance, then changed the subject, saying, "That doesn't warrant attacking all the way to Jiading Pass; that's the capital of the Octopus King!"

"But boss, Jiading Pass is famous for your favorite cuttlefish tentacles!" Little Fatty's voice carried an air of self-righteousness.

Qin Ming: "..."

The sweet taste still lingered in his mouth, and a warm current surged into his heart, causing Qin Ming to feel a pang of conscience.

It seems that the mountains of fine minerals are not so repulsive anymore; he only needs about half a year to calm down.

"And the Octopus King's Court has plenty of mineral reserves. If the Turtle Palace keeps being demolished, it will collapse. We really can't supply you, Boss!" Little Fatty added unhurriedly, not at all ashamed.

Qin Ming: "..."

My conscience isn't hurting as much anymore. Thinking about it carefully, I still need a whole year of rest to avoid future problems.

Having grasped the general situation, Qin Ming seriously inquired about another important matter: "Is the Xuanwu Secret Realm about to open?"

He not only broke through the barrier, but he also timed his exit from seclusion precisely at this point.

The chubby boy raised his head and replied, "It's already open, it inexplicably opened earlier this year. But you haven't come out of seclusion yet, Boss. The Ancestor personally intervened and stabilized the passage. Everyone has no objections, they're all waiting for you!"

Qin Ming: "..."

Oh no, he's moved again.

The warmth hadn't completely dissipated in my chest when it swept over me with even greater force.

But a six-month rest period is the minimum!