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

Although her mouth moved faster than her brain, the little snake eventually regained her senses.

Once the complete hexagram pattern is revealed, it's equivalent to handing over the entire secret realm.

It's not just a matter of overlapping lines; it's the transfer of ownership of this secret realm, the transfer of authority, responsibility, and consequences.

No secret realm has ever conducted a process where neither the successor's character nor responsibilities are assessed. This is far too hasty, careless, and unreliable!

Its tail tip was completely taut, and its four little paws loosened and then tightened again.

The little snake racked its brains and, in just a few seconds, activated its long-dormant brain cells, actually finding a way out for itself.

Its gaze swept quickly between Qin Ming, Little Fatty, and Qing Chen. "I...I really'm not very good at drawing, or rather, you wouldn't understand what I draw!"

It tried to salvage its broken promise by using the excuse that "we have a language barrier." The voice sounded rushed, as if it were just a hasty fabrication, but at least it managed to cover it up.

Unfortunately, Little Fatty wouldn't let it go once he got his way. He leaned forward, rested his chin on his crossed front paws, and looked at the little snake with an air of "I've seen through everything," sighing, "So it's still your skill that's lacking!"

There was no sarcasm in his voice; it seemed to be just a statement of regret, calm, but infuriating!

The little snake nearly choked on its breath, its face flushed red, its tiny fangs bared. "You think you're the boss?! Talk is cheap, show me!"

Its voice was more than half an octave higher than before, and its whole body was trembling with excitement.

Qin Ming, who was mentioned, remained calm and was not in a hurry to join the conversation.

He had a rough idea of ​​the little snake's true identity, but the little fat maneuver was quite good at the moment, far more effective than his gentle persuasion. It was truly a case of one thing subduing another!

This little snake, however, could learn on the spot and wasn't as confused as it seemed. Qin Ming raised an eyebrow, stood aside, and continued to observe.

Upon seeing the provocation, Little Fatty's nerves twitched with extreme sensitivity: "Are you going to pay tuition? You can't just freeload, can you?"

"My boss is truly skilled; his craft is so exceptional that it's hard to find even in the wider market!"

Little Fatty wasn't exactly lying. The speed at which the concentrate circulated in the Wanjia Turtle Palace, its proven effectiveness in actual combat, and the interval between each batch of products leaving the factory and being taken away all testified to his confidence.

But the little snake took a half step back in disbelief.

Freebie?

Tell me about it?

Its four paws shifted back slightly, as if the two words had burned its feet.

It couldn't understand how things had gotten to this point. How could this guy, who had been taking advantage of it, have the nerve to accuse it of freeloading on its own turf?!

Its tail tip froze in mid-air, as if it had forgotten how to swing.

Not getting a prompt response, Little Fatty suspected the other person was guilty, so he became even more annoyed and launched another barrage of attacks: "And even if you paid the tuition, did you understand what you learned?"

His gaze swept over the small snake from head to toe. "Over the years, I've seen plenty of guys come to the boss for advice and leave empty-handed!"

The person in front of me doesn't seem to be quick-witted, so it's just a waste of my time.

Faced with such contemptuous words, the little snake's eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, its two tiny golden pupils expanding to twice their normal size.

It really didn't intend to learn, but first it said he was getting something for free, and then it questioned its intelligence. That's so unfair!

It had finally found a pair of talented successors, so why were they so domineering? Its tail tip began to wag frequently, as if trying to relieve its inner anxiety.

Unfortunately, the little snake didn't have enough confidence to directly refuse or leave.

It realized that these two promising successors, whose talents met the requirements, truly didn't care about the completeness of the hexagram patterns.

The completion of the hexagram patterns and the transformation and breakthrough of the bloodline seem to be good options for them, but far from being necessary.

But it has already waited here for 872 years to finally find such a pair of exceptionally talented individuals. If it misses this opportunity, how long will it have to wait for the next one?

The more indifferent they seem, the more confident they are, and the more likely they have something to rely on besides talent.

Perhaps it's the support of their elders, perhaps they already have another path to growth, or perhaps they don't need to rely on the secret realm to complete their transformation.

Either way, it's enough to make it take an extra step back.

Thinking about this, the little snake felt a little itchy, but it wasn't so angry anymore. Geniuses always have the right to be willful, and it's also his fault for not making a good impression this time.

The faint light flowed again among the scales of the small snake, as if illuminated by some new consideration: since force didn't work, let's try a different approach.

Its four claws slowly loosened, and it readjusted its posture.

"Then let's leave this matter for now. I'll take you to find your friend, that black tortoise." Its voice was calmer than before, like a taut string being slowly loosened.

"That's more like it." Little Fatty's sensitive nerves stopped twitching, as if he was no longer being bothered by anything. So he muttered and withdrew his aggressive attitude, waiting to be led the way.

"I'll take you to identify another special passage as compensation. You can also travel back and forth on your own during non-secret realm opening hours."

The little snake's voice rose slightly at the end, giving it a mature, reliable, and gentle quality.

If they see each other more often in the future, there will always be a chance for their relationship to ease and grow closer. In that case, these two inheritors will eventually return to their own bowls, right?

After all, compared to waiting another 800 years, the little snake felt that the pair in front of it had a better chance.

It stuck out its tongue and leisurely led the way. It felt like the long road was finally about to end and we would see the light.