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

After all these twists and turns, Little Fatty's mark finally settled on second place.

Directly below it, the mark belonging to Mo Xuan hovered quietly, the light of the two marks rising and falling, such a promising future that it kept the contestants in other areas from sleeping.

Only then did they realize that the chief position above them was unclear.

It was as if its outline was obscured by a layer of mist. Only after talking did we realize that no one had a corresponding impression of it. It was like a mark blurred by time. We only remembered that "it has always been there", but we couldn't say to whom it belonged.

"No matter what, Boss is awesome!" A voice suddenly shouted excitedly from below the stage, as if someone had been holding back for a long time and finally found the opportunity to speak.

Although it was abrupt, it quickly resonated with the crowd.

"Awesome! Awesome!"

"This is a historic breakthrough!" the heterochromatic tortoise affirmed, his gaze falling on the new yet dazzling mark above the jade tablet. The hesitation and resentment that had once been written in his eyes had completely vanished, replaced by an extreme desire to become stronger.

Among a group of uncultured followers, Mo Xuanwen rambled on and on, standing out from the crowd.

"You truly are the prodigies foreseen by our ancestors. Mo Xuan is deeply grateful. Whatever you desire in the future, I will grant it."

In truth, Mo Xuan's tone was plain and unadorned, his attitude sincere, and it was clear that what he said was true. However, he only stood out because of the contrast with his peers.

Even Little Fatty took a second look at the rare cultural gem among his subordinates and affirmed, "Keep up the good work, you're not bad either!"

Once the discussion subsided, Little Fatty turned to his native strategist: "Mo Xuan, you'll lead the way on what to do next."

Mo Xuan lived up to expectations and slowly said, "In previous years, the secret realm would match players according to the level of their divination patterns to determine the final ranking. But the two of us are now far ahead, so we have won without a fight and directly secured the top spot."

His gaze swept over the jade tablet once more, confirming that nothing had changed.

"So, shall we have some leisure time from now on?" Little Fatty immediately perked up.

He was familiar with this process; that's how summer camp admissions were done back then—while others were being assessed, he was on vacation.

And compared to the tense atmosphere of the competition, he would rather relax and contribute to the creation of delicious food!

Therefore, Mo Xuan didn't mention that one could also watch the battle or spar freely, but instead directly followed the little fat man's words and said:

"That's right, the scenery inside the secret realm is beautiful, and there are some species that are endangered outside. I can lead the way to see it."

He quickly ran through the possible paths in his mind, his tone confident, as if it were a natural arrangement.

"That's a good idea."

Mo Xuan's suggestion was exactly what Xiao Pang wanted to hear. While Xiao Pang was tempted, he suddenly remembered Cang Xuan's talk about the responsibilities of a leader: a qualified leader doesn't just look after himself, but also takes care of everyone's arrangements...

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "What about the other turtles..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Xuan understood. He added considerately, "Everyone here knows the place well and it's not like it's their first time. Besides, Hei Tong is leading the way, so you can rest assured."

His tone was calm, yet it shut out even the last bit of hesitation from the little fat boy.

"Mmm~" Little Fatty couldn't help but smile.

His chin lifted slightly, as if he had switched from "leader's duties" to "where to go next" in just a few breaths. He turned to look at the heterochromatic turtle and said in a tone of entrusting a heavy responsibility, "Heterochromatic, then I'll leave it to you?"

The heterochromatic turtle did not refuse. In previous years, Mo Xuan and he had taken turns leading the team, so he was indeed experienced.

He took half a step forward, nodded slightly, and accepted the task.

Unfortunately, after he took on the mundane tasks of leading the team and protecting the tribe, just as he was about to make a good impression and improve his image in the leader's eyes, he saw the leader walking further and further away and his mortal enemies accompanying him.

His heart skipped a beat, and his tail froze in place, as if even his blood circulation had stopped.

Mo Xuan was standing next to Xiao Pang, talking to him with his head turned to the side. Xiao Pang listened and nodded. The two figures moved one after the other towards the water where the twilight was getting darker, like a beautifully composed pastoral scene.

Around him was a group of clansmen waiting for him to make a ruckus and arrange his troops, including a few unruly troublemakers.

"Heterochromatic Eyes Bro, Heterochromatic Eyes Bro?" A turtle was calling him.

"Ugh..." He swallowed his short reply, not wanting to reveal his inner vulnerability.

But I still couldn't stand it and stepped away from the group of turtles a few paces to adjust my state.

Qin Ming observed everything and leaned closer, whispering, "I know you're more talented in combat, and not so good at teamwork that requires delicate perception. But Xiao Pang and I have seen your hard work these past few days."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word struck the heart of the heterochromatic-eyed turtle.

"They're currently in the lead. The competition isn't over yet, and we look forward to seeing everyone at the top of the final leaderboard. Good luck!"

The heterochromatic turtle looked at Qin Ming with moist eyes. It was the first time he had ever seen two-legged creatures so heartwarming. He suddenly envied his boss's good fortune.

The heterochromatic turtle opened its mouth, but felt that words could not express its feelings. In the end, it simply nodded vigorously, hiding its turbulent emotions and the tears welling up in its eyes.

Seeing that the agent turtle was no longer fragile and its heart was clearly more determined, Qin Ming was able to leave with peace of mind.

He glanced at the heterochromatic turtle one last time to make sure everything was alright before turning around and following the direction Little Fatty and Mo Xuan had gone.

Mo Xuan led them through a quiet coral reef area, introducing some deep-sea creatures that are rarely seen in the outside world.

Mo Xuan's narration was unhurried, and Xiao Pang savored each bite as he went, so the journey couldn't be rushed.

After Mo Xuan finished explaining a few points to note, he tactfully stepped back a few paces, leaving space for Qin Ming and Xiao Pang.

Qin Ming then turned to look at the chubby boy and asked the question he had been holding back all the way: "How did you contact Huo Lin? Is it still possible?"

Little Fatty scratched his head and rubbed his paws together a couple of times. "It connected for just a split second, and then it lost contact. The turtle doesn't know how it connected. For that one instant, the turtle seemed to be able to see and hear sounds from very far away."

His words carried a sense of confusion that he himself couldn't quite explain.

"But boss, if you really want to chat with Huo Lin for a bit, how about we discuss swindling the secret realm again?"

Little Fatty transmitted these words through the contract, lowering his voice as if he knew it wasn't right to do this, or that things were done in secret and would be ruined if revealed.

Qin Ming fell silent. He didn't stop walking, but his pace noticeably slowed down.

After a long pause, he replied through the contract, "Is this secret realm sentient?"

Otherwise, how could it be considered deception?

"Yes," Little Fatty's voice came through the contract, "The secret realm said that because the turtle refused to continue, it was ranked second. It can continue whenever it changes its mind."

"We can negotiate with the turtle properly, set up a trial period, and that'll be fine, right?" he said confidently, though it was unclear where he got his confidence from.

Amidst absurd and distorted logic, there is still a sliver of possibility that holds true.

Qin Ming couldn't tell whether he was relieved or helpless. He sighed and said, "Don't rush. Let's get the benefits we can get first, and not let it affect Bie Gui's assessment."

"Hmm." The chubby boy nodded, his hands still busy eating and packing.