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

Accompanied by a brief journey where objects become indistinct and all senses are spinning.

When Qin Ming opened his eyes, he was in a completely different world.

The view shifted from deep blue to a dazzling golden yellow, and the surrounding textures changed from soft seawater to dry sand and hard rocks.

The vast Gobi Desert stretches endlessly, sparsely covered with vegetation, but it is rich in astonishing mineral resources. This is a unique terrain formed by volcanic activity.

In the distance, there are several conical mountains with dark red cracks remaining on their ridges.

Looking up, the golden sun shone down, as if filtered through a thinner layer of atmosphere, carrying an almost sharp penetrating power that enveloped the entire Gobi Desert.

His shadow was stretched very short, almost blending into the rock face beneath his feet.

Since his strength increased, Qin Ming, who hadn't been bothered by heat or cold for a long time, felt a scorching heat wave coming towards him.

A wall of heatwave was pushed in, hitting me the moment I stepped out of the teleportation tunnel.

A fine layer of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead, sliding down his temples and gathering at his chin.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly circulated his spiritual energy, creating a cycle around his body to insulate against the external heat as much as possible.

The spiritual energy flowed through his limbs and bones, quickly helping him adapt to the sudden change in environment, and his breathing returned to normal.

Turning around, one sees the teleportation channel that has already closed. The golden rift has closed after the teleportation was completed, and the light at its edge has dimmed from bright to dim, but the spatial fluctuations it left behind still tremble slightly in the air.

Qin Ming, relying on his spatial perception, was able to discern some of the differences here.

Before he could think it through, a hearty voice rang out.

"Old Wan's little turtle, what brings you here?"

The sound came from afar, carrying a refreshing quality, as if warmed by the sun.

"Don't tell me you snuck in! Do your elders at home know?" The voice carried a clear hint of sarcasm.

"It wasn't a sneaky run!" Mo Xuan immediately retorted, then turned to look at Little Fatty and Qin Ming, wondering if he could elaborate on some things.

Little Fatty wasn't sure either, so he turned to look at Qin Ming, silently conveying, "It's your turn."

But Qin Ming did not answer, or rather, he could not answer. He felt a scorching aura locking onto him, making him dare not make any rash moves.

"Uncle Fen, this is a distinguished guest of our clan, please don't misunderstand!" Mo Xuan realized something and quickly called out.

"Didn't he lure you out?" The sarcasm in his voice faded, replaced by a tone of confirmation.

"No!" Mo Xuan's answer was firm and resolute.

Then a giant Lava Turtle appeared before them. It crossed the Gobi Desert and arrived quickly and steadily. Its body was a dark reddish-brown, with patterns of varying depths on its shell and edges bearing traces of high-temperature sintering.

The pace was steady, each step leaving a shallow mark on the rock surface.

This must be the Uncle Fen that Mo Xuan mentioned, but Qin Ming felt a strange familiarity with the other party's molten gold pupils.

As he sensed the surrounding aura dissipate, Qin Ming clasped his hands in a respectful greeting and said, "Greetings, Senior."

He was composed, his tone was steady, and he was not flustered.

"You do indeed carry a lot of the aura of the Thousand-Armored Turtle, complex yet friendly. Oh, and Old Ze's too, well, I guess I misunderstood."

Uncle Fen's gaze lingered on Qin Ming for a moment, as if he were trying to discern the aura emanating from him one by one.

This was the heartland of their clan, especially at such a special time. As an outsider, Qin Ming understood their wariness. Fortunately, their approach to locking onto him was reasonable, and their departure was swift.

Fortunately, Mo Xuan led the way on this trip, as the little snake had no experience in this area.

"Speaking of which, what's going on here? What happened within the secret realm? It shouldn't be time to leave yet, right?"

Uncle Fen shifted his gaze from Qin Ming and returned it to Mo Xuan.

"Little Fatty, show us." Qin Ming didn't explain much, but just glanced at Little Fatty.

As the silver patterns on Little Fatty's back armor flashed, the trigram pattern on his forehead, which had automatically disappeared after leaving the secret realm, slowly reappeared.

Eight rays of light lit up in succession on his forehead, the patterns still clearly discernible under the golden sunlight of the Gobi Desert, the edges gleaming steadily and brightly, just as they had in the secret realm.

"Eight trigrams!? You guys..."

For the first time, a huge wave broke out in the calm tone of an elder's voice.

Uncle Fen's gaze settled on the eight lines, and his relaxed demeanor vanished.

He stared wide-eyed, looking again and again, as if quickly confirming that he hadn't misread it.

Even though he could no longer enter the secret realm, he was well aware of the value of this achievement.

"Uncle Fen, I'm not bad either!" Mo Xuan said, stirring up his own spiritual energy as well.

Seven trigrams slowly appeared on his forehead. Although their light was not as bright as Little Fatty's, it carried a solid stability.

Uncle Fen's gaze shifted between the two beams of light several times, and then he figured it out himself.

"Oh my, you two little devils, even if you've secured your rankings, you can't just run around playing around like that."

"If you hadn't informed us of this trip in advance, you'd definitely be getting a scolding when you get back!"

His tail flicked behind him, as if he had figured something out, and his tone became inexplicably cheerful.

"Why don't you stay with us a little longer? The scenery here is beautiful, and our people are kind and friendly."

His gaze shifted from Mo Xuan to Little Fatty, with the enthusiasm of someone promoting their own local specialty.

"Uncle Fen, we still need to go back," Mo Xuan replied.

"It's okay, no rush! We can have more time to play and bring back some souvenirs."

Uncle Fen seemed to have already figured out the next steps in a short time. He relaxed and had a sense of "since we're already here" in his attitude.

His gaze shifted back to Little Fatty and Qin Ming, as if he were assessing what kind of materials they might need.

They were pondering how to demonstrate their clan's strength, and ideally, how to persuade their two distinguished guests to stay—

A hurried voice came from afar, "It's terrible, Uncle Fen! The energy of Red Lotus Mountain has surged again!"

The sound came from afar, carrying a hurried quality as if it were coming from a run, the final note scattering in the wind.

A slightly smaller Lava Tortoise was rushing towards them from the direction of the Gobi Desert. Its pace was hurried, and its webbed claws made a dense rubbing sound on the rock surface. Fine reddish-brown dust was stuck to the edge of its shell.

Uncle Fen's expression instantly became complicated. He quickly said, "Xiao Lie, take these two distinguished guests to rest in a cooler place. I'll be right back!"

"Alright, alright!" replied the Lava Turtle that came to deliver the message.

Qin Ming stood still, his gaze lingering for a moment in the direction Fen Shu had left, before turning to Mo Xuan: "What kind of place is Red Lotus Mountain?"

Mo Xuan recalled for a moment: "At the end of the Lava Valley is Red Lotus Mountain, which is also the area with the most concentrated fire energy in the entire region. Like the origin of ocean currents, it bears the responsibility of energy circulation and balance."

He spoke slowly, which could be considered an explanation of why the Gobi Desert was warming up again.

Qin Ming nodded and didn't ask any further questions.