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

"I never imagined that two-legged creatures, who can't breathe underwater, would possess such amazing abilities. Did you sign up for the first Human Race Exchange Conference arranged by the elders?"

A young turtle turned its head to look at its companion beside it, its tail swaying slightly in the water.

"Of course, I'm very curious about where the eldest grew up." Green Hair responded enthusiastically. His family was very supportive and had even started preparing what to bring on the day of departure.

Although he didn't know what human territory was like, since it was a place related to the boss, it couldn't be too boring.

The man with the heterochromatic eyes, who had been calmly leading the team, suddenly chimed in, "I'll go check it out too. Do you have any suggestions for preparation?"

"Heterochromatic eyes? Didn't you strongly oppose it before, saying that there are no shortcuts to becoming stronger, and that the strong are destined to be lonely..."

Green-haired Turtle has an excellent memory; he remembers these words perfectly and can even mimic Hei Tong's expression and tone at the time.

But under a threatening gaze, his voice grew softer and softer, the last few words almost disappearing into the flowing water.

"Going out and seeing the world can broaden one's horizons." The heterochromatic eyes were indeed thinking what they were thinking, but there was a hint of annoyance in the green-haired man's teasing expression.

"Alright, we'll talk about the future later. Let's secure the victory that's rightfully ours first!" Hei Tong raised his voice slightly, steer the conversation back to the current mission.

He glanced at the somewhat undisciplined tribesmen around him, trying to motivate them.

But the previous topic seemed to be more appealing, and the response from the audience was lukewarm.

Most of the turtles and snakes were still leaning towards the green-haired man, as if expecting him to say a few more words about the precautions for the "Human Race Exchange Conference".

Green Hair's eyes lit up, and he replied, "Let's finish this quickly! Afterwards, we'll go buy supplies for the boss and his two-legged beast!"

"Great!" The atmosphere immediately became lively. Several voices rang out at the same time, and everyone turned and strode towards the water ahead.

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While Xiaopang was enjoying the fun of picking wild fruits, Qin Ming also found a flat rock surface and sat down with his back against a slightly high stone wall.

He took out a recording stone from the spatial stone and placed it in front of his knees. He then took out a carving knife and wrote down the trigram pattern he had just seen.

The hexagram patterns are complex and irregular. When the lines appear in the light, they have a natural sense of flow, but once they are removed from the halo, they seem to lose their original order and are difficult to remember.

Fortunately, Xiaopang and Qingchen received the most complete version, and the lines were clearly visible after they were lit up.

"Qingchen, lower your head a little." Qin Ming held up the recording stone in his hand, comparing the details, trying to replicate it as accurately as possible.

With the carving knife suspended above the stone surface and the fingertips applying slight pressure, each arc and turn is imprinted.

The emerald green python lowered its head, turning its forehead toward Qin Ming.

Once he left the secret realm, the divination marks would gradually disappear. Since he had some free time, Qin Ming decided to take out his carving knife and carefully memorize them.

After an incense stick had burned, Qin Ming straightened up, held the recording stone up to his eyes, and rotated it twice in the light to confirm that every line was engraved in the position he wanted: "Okay, thank you, Qingchen."

He reached out and touched the large head in front of him, his palm gently tracing the ridges of Qingchen's forehead.

Qingchen smiled and narrowed his eyes, giving a slight upward thrust as a response.

After putting away the recording stone, Qin Ming looked up again and surveyed his surroundings. The reefs were still there, the seaweed was still there, Qingchen was still there, and the light was normal.

But the turtle-shaped figure that was originally perched on the edge of the reef...

"Hey, where's Little Fatty?" He then realized that Little Fatty was no longer in sight.

Qingchen shook his head and gestured in a direction with his eyes.

Without needing to speak, Qin Ming understood: "Oh, you know? Then lead the way."

He stood up, brushed the fine sand off his robes, and walked in the direction Qingchen had led.

Due to its special nature, no spirit beasts other than turtles and snakes can enter the Xuanwu Secret Realm. Qin Ming was able to exploit a bug by relying on two contracts and the help of his ancestor.

However, it was impossible to summon Keda and Cangxuan again. Even his perception of the contract with Xiaopang was somewhat affected, making it difficult to identify the exact location.

Fortunately, guided by the vomeronasal apparatus, Qingchen had a clear route.

The snake's tongue appeared and disappeared in the seawater, probing the remaining scent in the air at an extremely high frequency. Occasionally it would turn in one direction, and sometimes it would slightly adjust its angle, as if it were moving forward along an invisible thread.

Although Qin Ming didn't have any special physical advantages, he knew he was on the right track just by looking at the overly familiar potholes along the way.

Until he stopped in front of a bottomless pit.

The opening of the pit was twice as large as the ones we had seen before, and the sand around the edges still showed signs of freshness, as if some heavy object had just fallen into it.

Qin Ming stood at the edge of the pit, looking down. The pit's depth almost completely swallowed up all the light, with only a faint, dark outline visible at the very bottom. He took a deep breath: "Fatty?"

The pit was so deep that it even echoed.

A short while after his voice faded, a faint response came, as if most of it had been absorbed by layers of sand and rocks, leaving only a short syllable rising from the depths.

Just as Qin Ming's heart began to skip a beat, some noise came from the bottom: the sound of sand rubbing together, the sound of gravel rolling down, and something lit up—it was Little Fatty's eyes!

Two round points of light looked up in the darkness, like two stars pressed to the bottom of a deep pit.

"Hmm, the turtle can't get up."

The voice was clearer than before, carrying a sense of "I've already tried" confidence. After the last note faded, there was no further movement from below, as if they were waiting for something.

Qin Ming: "..."

Without waiting for his command, Qingchen's long, emerald-green tail flew straight past Qin Ming and plunged into the pit, stopping just within Little Fatty's reach.

With the help of the support, Little Fatty climbed up the edge of the pit little by little. He stumbled slightly on the last step, but quickly regained his balance.

His back was covered with fine sand and broken leaves, and a small piece of waterweed with mud dripping down its edge clung to the edge of his shell.

"Little Fatty, you..." Qin Ming had so many questions, such as why he didn't use teleportation, what was he holding in his right claw, why there was dirt on the corner of his mouth, and where Mo Xuan went.

Before he could even speak, Little Fatty wiped his mouth, smearing the mud from the corner of his mouth onto the back of his paws.

He subconsciously tightened his right paw, gathering the shapeless object further inside. Then, he raised his head and, in a tone that seemed to offer an unsolicited confession, said calmly:

"The turtle didn't do anything; it didn't eat anything, and it didn't take anything else!"

Qin Ming's lips twitched. "Do you think I believe that?"