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

Qin Ming never expected that in just a few days, they would have pulled off something so big.

After hearing the whole story, he understood what everyone was worried about, so all his worries vanished, and he just found it funny.

He was initially worried that these guys might have suffered some injustice or encountered some trouble outside.

Unexpectedly, the so-called "troublesome matter" turned out to be being teased by a high-level spirit beast as if it were a cub in the spatial interlayer.

In the eyes of high-level spirit beasts, the ages of these beasts in his family are roughly calculated from the moment they officially became spirit beasts and completed their transformation.

Although Qin Ming had never personally experienced the calculation method for the cub stage of a spirit beast, he had a general understanding of it from some ancient books.

The age of spirit beasts differs from that of humans; it is generally calculated from the point of their intellectual transformation.

Keda may be a few years old, but Cangxuan, Qingchen, Xiaopang, and Heidong are indeed babies who are less than a year old.

Qin Ming found it increasingly amusing. His companions were not only formidable in combat, but also each possessed their own unique composure and wit.

But in the eyes of those high-level spirit beasts who have lived for countless years, they are probably just a bunch of little brats, visiting each other at such a young age, imitating the behavior of adults.

Even if one appears mature in interpersonal relationships and in one's mind, it cannot conceal the naivety at the core of one's being.

High-level spirit beasts have an extremely keen sense of the origin of life. The aura emanating from their origin is an undeniable indicator of how long a spirit beast has lived.

No matter how experienced Little Fatty and the others tried to appear, their unique liveliness and childlike innocence as cubs were as obvious as fireflies in the dark to the perception of high-level spirit beasts.

The food exchange with Little Fatty is even easier to understand.

Qin Ming could almost picture the scene: Little Fatty excitedly pulled out the food he had made, thinking he could use it to get things going, but when people saw that he had taken out his own food, they thought, "How can this be?"

Who could bear to take their baby's precious food? But if you really can't refuse your baby's kindness, then you can only feed them double the amount in return.

So the spiritual fruits were piled higher and higher, and more and more ores were given out, which was just the way elders coax children.

Little Fatty hadn't realized what was happening yet; he just felt inferior and was incredibly aggrieved.

"So relax, they don't look down on you at all, on the contrary, they should have a very good impression of you."

Qin Ming reassured the somewhat uneasy beast tamers.

He wasn't just saying that casually. The white snake was willing to spar with Qingchen at the same level, and the other spirit beasts also offered spirit fruits of considerable quality, which showed that they were not opposed to this unexpected visit.

Among high-level spirit beasts that value territory and boundaries, this attitude is considered quite friendly.

"Really?" Keda's eyes lit up. They had been worried that they hadn't acted mature enough and embarrassed Qin Ming.

"It couldn't be more true!" Qin Ming promised, casually ruffling Keda's hair.

"But if things continue this way, it will be difficult for us to gain any recognition at the conference."

After a brief respite, Cang Xuan went straight to the heart of the matter. His gaze was calm, and he was not completely blinded by Qin Ming's comforting words.

Making a good impression is one thing, but gaining recognition is another.

Those spirit beasts may like them, but that doesn't mean they will choose to cooperate with Qin Ming because of it.

The exchange conference is ultimately a two-way selection process. Without sufficient strength and potential, cuteness alone will not get you to the end.

"That's why I've been in the library all this time. Believe me, things are looking promising," Qin Ming said confidently.

As soon as he said this, all the beasts turned their gazes toward him.

In a sense, the reason he had been engrossed in the library these past few days was because he had already predicted this from the talent information of the participants in the same period.

He knew he was at a disadvantage compared to those Spirit Masters with superior talents.

To stand out from the crowd, he must forge a path no one else has taken. And formations are the area where he has the best chance of achieving a breakthrough in the short term.

Upon hearing this, everyone present immediately became interested and crowded around, wanting Qin Ming to clear up their confusion.

Little Fatty was the first to take the lead, taking advantage of his size to rub against Qin Ming's legs, almost knocking him over.

Keda spread its wings and circled above Qin Ming's head. Qingchen also straightened up from its circling position, poked its head in front of Qin Ming, and gently flicked its long, thin tongue.

"You guys!" Qin Ming pushed aside the chubby little boy who was unaware of his own size and was trying to act cute on him.

This tortoise still has no sense of its size; when it comes down on you, it looks like a small mountain.

"This matter will remain a secret for now. Give me two days to finish reading the book, and everything will be revealed!"

Since he had already said that, no one dared to urge him any further.

Keda let out a disappointed "gag," and Little Fatty also pulled his head back in.

However, Cang Xuan, who had remained calm and hadn't joined in the fun earlier, stepped forward and handed Qin Ming a large handful of Awakening Grass and Opening Orchid.

The grass blades were still covered in dew, shimmering with a spiritual light, clearly indicating that they had just been forced to grow.

The portion is so large that it could be eaten as a meal.

Cangxuan's meaning was crystal clear: Stop dawdling and get to reading.

Inspired, Keda rolled his eyes, and a sweet, moistening sensation instantly enveloped Qin Ming.

A cool mist descended from the sky, seeping finely into Qin Ming's skin.

The languid comfort after a meal vanished abruptly, leaving me feeling as if I'd been doused with ice water from head to toe, utterly awake.

Qin Ming was caught off guard and felt a jolt run through his body.

He weighed the rather heavy bag of care in his hand again, his lips twitching slightly, and changed his words, saying, "It won't take two days, the answer will be revealed tomorrow evening."

He originally wanted to give himself some time to recover, but now it seems that eating the refreshing herb as food and pouring sweet liquid over one's head is something no one can withstand.

"Stop rushing us, it won't speed things up."

Little Fatty nodded, then bent over and pushed Qin Ming toward the top of the library.

Those short legs were kicking the ground very fast, clearly hoping he wouldn't rest and would start making the most of the time right now.

Qin Ming stumbled as he was pushed, shaking his head with a laugh.

Qin Ming reluctantly took two steps, laughing and scolding, "I know, I know, you heartless bastard."

He turned around and glared at the chubby boy, but his eyes were clearly full of doting affection.

The following afternoon, Qin Ming closed the last book and stepped out of the library as the sun set.

As he stepped out of the heavy wooden door, the setting sun shone obliquely from the western ridge, casting a long and thin shadow over him.

I have all the ancient texts on formations, from beginning to end, without missing a single one.

The knowledge from hundreds of ancient books flowed like streams, converging in his mind to form a tranquil lake.

What were originally fragmented concepts have now been pieced together into a complete picture.

Before Qin Ming could even process what was happening, the chubby boy who had been waiting there teleported him back to the dormitory.

Little Fatty didn't go anywhere today; he just squatted down the steps outside the library waiting for someone.

Qin Ming felt a blur before his eyes, and he was already standing in his own room.

Then, all the tamed beasts were recalled to the Spirit Control Space without exception.

Qin Ming closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Departure, Blue Star.

When Qin Ming opened his eyes, he was sitting in his computer chair at home.

Unlike the Spirit Martial Continent, there is no rich spiritual energy in the air here, but there is a sense of familiarity and groundedness that comes with being in one's homeland.

The spirit of the array seemed somewhat out of place amidst this modern decor.

After several iterations, it has shed its bulky physical form and begun to appear somewhat ethereal.

It resembles a semi-transparent outline composed of light dots, with its ever-changing shape faintly visible. Qin Ming once wondered if the inspiration came from his screensaver settings.

The next second, he had no time to observe, because overly exciting music was playing in his house: "Today is a good day~".

The melody was a little too cheerful. Qin Ming listened to it for a couple of lines, then skillfully interrupted, "Today is indeed a good day, but please create a quiet environment for me."

He raised his hand, signaling the spirit of the formation to turn down the volume. This guy had probably been holding back for too long; every time he saw him, he was exceptionally enthusiastic, to the point of being a bit noisy.

Qin Ming could only helplessly continue, "You've temporarily crammed too much knowledge into your head. If you keep brainwashing me like this, everything will become a mess!"

Upon hearing these words, the spirit of the formation instantly transformed the intensely rhythmic music into soothing instrumental music.

The melody was gentle and melodious, like a mountain stream flowing slowly, and Qin Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In this atmosphere, Qin Ming gradually summarized the knowledge of the library and integrated it into the base of the array spirit.

He transmitted every book, every theory, and every formation he had read in the past few days to the spirit of the formation in a stream-of-consciousness manner.

The spirit of the formation acts like a giant information processor, categorizing and absorbing this knowledge and incorporating it into its underlying logic.

This process lasted a long time.

So long that the sun on Earth moved from overhead to the horizon, turning vast expanses of clouds golden red.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Qin Ming's forehead, but his breathing remained steady.

His consciousness was closely connected with the spirit of the formation, like two rotating gears that gradually meshed together perfectly.

The ethereal form of the array spirit gradually became more concrete.

First comes a vague outline, then the details are filled in.

The light spots no longer floated randomly, but were arranged according to a certain rule, like countless tiny patterns intertwining and weaving.

Qin Ming could sense that a more complete consciousness was taking shape.

When the last piece of knowledge was transmitted, Qin Ming slowly opened his eyes.

The spirit of the array before me is quite different now. Those once illusory and uncertain points of light have now coalesced into the shape of a half-open book, floating in the air and emitting a faint glow.

Qin Ming was stunned.

book.

A lively, breathing book.

The book, made of dots of light, was turning its pages one by one, as if beckoning him to read it.

Qin Ming stepped forward, reached out his hand, and touched it with his fingertips.

The next second, a bright light shone.

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P.S.: Sorry for the late update, something came up. Here's a longer chapter as an apology~