Beast Taming Starts from Zero

Now, right now? Qiao Sang paused for a moment, looked at Ya Bao and the others, and was about to say that they hadn't finished their lunch yet, but when she glanced over, she saw a pile of empty plates.

"Teeth."

Ya Bao rubbed his belly and let out a burp.

“Okay!” Qiao Sang stood up and said.

24th floor of an upscale residential building in the city center.

living room.

"Still haven't found it?" Zhou Jing said into his phone, sounding dissatisfied. "Do you know how valuable my Yang Vortex Crystal is? This isn't something money can buy. It's a prize I won in the 112th National Coordination Challenge!"

"Yan Luo!"

"Yan Luo!"

The Flame Beast roared to the sky.

Who! Who took its Yang Vortex Crystal!
As soon as the words were spoken, Little Treasure Hunter appeared out of thin air in front of it, its eyes glowing blue, and it grinned at it.

"Yan Luo."

Caught completely off guard, the Flame Beast closed its eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhou Jing heard the noise and looked in the direction of the sound.

When he saw the fallen Flamemon and a Ghost-type pet he had never seen before, he was startled and was about to ask the person on the other end of the phone for help.

But at that moment, the phone in my hand seemed to be controlled by something, broke free, and flew away in some direction.

Zhou Jing looked over and saw that two people and a group of pets had appeared at the sofa, and the phone had flown into the hand of one of the girls.

The girl with delicate features hung up his phone, tossed it aside, and said, "Zhou Jing, we meet again."

Zhou Jing: "!!!"

Zhou Jing's pupils constricted sharply, his face changed drastically, and he forced down his fear, asking, "Who are you!"

A sasaeng fan? Probably not. His Flame Luo Beast is already at the late King level. For it to fall so easily, the Ghost-type pet beast just now must have been at least at the Emperor level. A beast tamer with an Emperor-level pet beast wouldn't do something so undignified. Could it be one of his...? Hmm? Has this scene happened before?

Qiao Sang sighed:
"You really have forgotten me."

What? You forgot me? Have I ever met her? If I had, I couldn't possibly have forgotten her. Could she really be a fan of mine? Zhou Jing quickly recalled people he had met before.

In the blink of an eye, Michael said directly:

"I heard you met the First Seat recently. Tell me what happened after you met the First Seat."

"First seat?" Zhou Jing's expression shifted several times as he cautiously inquired.
What do you want to know?

“Everything that happened after I met the First Seat,” Jossan said.

Zhou Jing paused for a moment, then looked at the other party's pet beast. After mentally assessing the combat strength of both sides, he tried to speak in a calm tone: "Nothing much happened. I just gave a performance for the First Seat, and it let me come back."

As he spoke, Penjami's eyes glowed blue as she quietly watched him.

After the human in front of it finished speaking, it cried out:
"Spray spray."

He's lying.

Lying? Qiao Sang frowned.

She didn't understand what was so funny about lying about it.

“Make him tell the truth,” Michaela said calmly.

A blue light flashed in Penjami's eyes.

Zhou Jing's gaze involuntarily drifted toward it.

When their eyes met, Zhou Jing's face suddenly went blank, as if he had suddenly lost his mind.

“Tell me what happened after you met the First Seat,” Michaela said.

Zhou Jing said blankly, "Nothing happened. I just stayed in the First Seat's residence for half a day, and then they let me leave."

"Why did you lie just now?" Michaela asked. Zhou Jing replied, "Being summoned by the First Seat but not putting on a performance would be very embarrassing if word got out."

He was summoned, but didn't perform? What was the point of sending him there? Qiao Sang pondered for a moment and asked, "Did you see the First Seat?"

“I saw him,” Zhou Jing said.

"What did the First Seat say to you?" Qiao Sang asked again.

This time, Zhou Jing did not answer immediately. His expression was blank, as if he was lost in some kind of memory.

However, his expression quickly returned to blankness, and he said, "He didn't say anything."

Something's not right. Josan and Michaela exchanged a glance, both understanding the other's meaning in their eyes.

“His memories have also been erased,” Qiao Sang said. “It’s impossible for the First Seat to have met with him and said nothing.”

As she spoke, a possibility suddenly occurred to her, and her heart skipped a beat. She looked at Michaela, swallowed hard, and guessed, "Could it be that I was there when he met the First Seat, which is why his memory of that is incomplete?"

Based on her shared feelings with Gangbao, she knew that Gangbao only retained memories from before meeting her. However, as time passed, fragments would gradually appear in its mind, but none of these fragments contained any image of her.

Gangbao glanced at his beast tamer and felt inexplicably sad and heartbroken.

Could it really be related to the First Seat? Michaela's expression turned grave as he looked at Zhou Jing and asked:
"What does the first seat look like?"

Zhou Jing looked confused again. After a moment, his expression returned to blankness, and he said:
"I don't know, the First Seat's face is all fogged up, I can't see it clearly."

Michaela frowned.

"When did you meet the First Seat?" Qiao Sang asked immediately afterward.

Zhou Jing said blankly, "Six days ago."

The timing was right. Jossan took a deep breath, looked at Professor Michaela, and said in a deep voice:

"I happen to have no memory of those six days."

Upon realizing that her memory was incomplete, she checked the date on her phone and discovered that six days had passed, which was the time she was supposed to leave Qi Kingdom.

Michaela's heart sank, and her expression grew increasingly solemn. After a moment of contemplation, she looked at Penjami and said:

"Check."

"Spray spray."

Penjami cried out, and the blue light in her eyes flashed again.

“Recall the scene when you met the First Seat,” Michaela whispered like a demon.

The next second, an image appeared out of thin air above Zhou Jing's head.

In the scene, he appears to be deep within a palace.

The image is shown from his perspective; his gaze is trembling as he looks upward, clearly showing his excitement.

On the throne in the camera's view, a figure appears to be blurred, making it impossible to discern its features.

Beside the blurred figure stood a pet beast about two meters tall, mostly golden in color, wearing a hat studded with gems of various colors on its head, a gem necklace around its neck, and gems on each of its paws.

When Qiao Sang saw the pet, her pupils contracted sharply, as if she had thought of something.

The scene abruptly ended.

The blue light in Penjami's eyes dissipated.

Zhou Jing closed his eyes and fainted.

“Dead Treasure Lord, a Venerable-level pet beast, to be treated with such respect by it, even if the other party is not the first seat, is an absolutely powerful existence,” Michaela said in a deep voice.

Qiao Sang took a deep breath and said:

"Just now it was only fifty percent, but now I feel there is a more than ninety percent chance that I am in this scene."

After saying that, she took a golden, spherical object out of her pocket. (End of Chapter)