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

With a slight smile, Wangchuan Kun exhaled a series of bubbles.

When these bubbles floated out of His giant mouth, Qin Ming didn't even realize what they were.

They floated gently upwards, each about the size of a fist, its surface shimmering with iridescent colors. After drifting in the air for only a short while, they found their targets and floated towards the spirit beasts beside Qin Ming.

The first thing that hit the phoenix was the bubble, which turned into a layer of blue water film that covered the phoenix's wings.

Keda was stunned for a moment, then looked around and the bird visibly relaxed, stretching out its body and making gurgling sounds of enjoyment.

Immediately afterwards, a string of silver bubbles approached Little Fatty. Upon touching it, the bubbles coated his carapace with a silver edge. Little Fatty squinted his eyes and twitched his jaw, clearly enjoying himself immensely.

Dark green bubbles floated toward Cangxuan. The white wolf looked up and sniffed, and with his companion's precedent, he took the initiative to touch them with the tip of his nose.

The instant the bubble dissipated, a luminous green light enveloped him. Cang Xuan closed his eyes, as if entering into some profound enlightenment.

The purple bubble drifted slowly toward Qingchen, who had been waiting impatiently. The snake's body suddenly contracted, then lunged forward, successfully hunting. The patterns on its scales shone for a moment in the purple light, clearly indicating that it had reaped its reward.

Golden bubbles floated toward Xiao Bao. The little flying squirrel poked its head out from Qin Ming's clothes, hugged the bubble, and took a couple of bites. The strange material actually made a crisp sound when it was bitten.

A black bubble tinged with gold landed on the black hole, and the butterfly's perpetually small body stretched out a bit.

These bubbles, shimmering with iridescent light, stabilized their specific color attributes in accordance with the characteristics of the spirit beast as they approached it, which was striving to comprehend its essence.

This clearly stems from Wangchuan Kun's understanding and skillful maneuvering.

A sudden realization dawned on Qin Ming.

—Is this feeding them?

—Or is it a freshly prepared, slightly adjusted formula?

There's always a certain cuteness filter when it comes to creatures much smaller than ourselves.

Qin Ming could understand Wangchuan Kun's feelings at this moment by recalling how he felt when he saw kittens, puppies, and baby turtles.

They probably just happen to be drawn to the most endearing aspects of the Wangchuan Kun.

Once he understood this, Qin Ming no longer felt afraid when he looked at the enormous vertical pupils so close to him.

This is a good thing!

For a mythical beast so powerful that you don't even know how to get close to it, being able to naturally connect with it is truly a rare blessing.

Qin Ming's scrutiny made Wangchuan Kun realize that he seemed to have forgotten something.

He turned his pupils, stared at Qin Ming for several moments, and carefully scanned him from top to bottom before finally confirming it. Then he exhaled a string of bubbles.

A huge bubble came straight at him, almost completely engulfing him when it reached him.

Qin Ming then realized that he was included as well.

Before he could observe the color carefully, he was struck by the power reflected from the several contractual connections.

Compared to the feedback during daily breakthroughs, each individual force at this moment is not particularly strong, but the combination of multiple forces still makes them formidable.

Blue is cool, silver is heavy, dark green is warm, purple is spicy, gold is mysterious, and black gold is elusive.

They, each with its own distinct attributes, clashed within Qin Ming's meridians.

Qin Ming quickly closed his eyes and concentrated, first fusing the scattered energy into a single stream, and then circulating it along a specific path.

Wherever this warm current passes, the muscles there become firmer, the bones more compact, and the tendrils of spiritual power extend further.

He now understood the purpose of the gift that Wangchuan Kun had given him. His control over the energy was now much more effortless than usual, as if it had been mixed with some softener or thickener.

This is far more suitable than any blessing from any cultivation site.

Once Qin Ming's breathing stabilized and he opened his eyes, he found that everyone else had also calmed their breathing, and judging from the light in their wings, fur, and eyes, they all seemed to have gained a lot.

However, Qin Ming was surprised to find that the area in front of the Dark Winged Demon Tiger was completely empty, with no bubbles present.

Qin Ming pondered that the Winged Tiger had a stone tablet inside its body, and its energy state was different from that of other spirit beasts. So, why didn't the Forgotten River Kun feed it? Was it because it was afraid that the energy would conflict with the mysterious stone tablet?

Or perhaps the big fish simply finds felines annoying.

In short, I hope it's the former.

As Qin Ming pondered how to begin, a feeling of extreme terror suddenly swept over him.

This feeling came without warning.

He seemed to be suffocating, completely unable to absorb the energy necessary to sustain life from the outside world. Perhaps this had been the case before, but due to the magnitude of the upheaval, they hadn't noticed.

Only when my body could no longer hold on did I clearly recognize this abnormality.

His heart pounded wildly, desperately trying to keep himself alive, but the overwhelming sense of terror clung to him like a shadow.

Qin Ming struggled to identify the source of the crisis, but his vision grew increasingly dim and indistinct.

But his mind was still racing. It couldn't be the Kun of the Forgotten River. With its strength, it wouldn't need to go through all this trouble.

With the Kun of Oblivion present, there should be no other dangerous creatures in the vicinity.

So... it's the environment?

Is the problem with this spacetime itself?

In a daze, I heard a sigh full of regret, "Alas, even a little cutie who can breathe can't survive here..."

In the midst of his turbulent consciousness, Qin Ming heard the sigh and quickly grasped the key point.

He forced his eyes open and glimpsed the giant fin of the Kun of Oblivion waving, as if to send them away.

"etc--!"

Qin Ming couldn't tell whether he had actually shouted it out or was just shouting in his mind.

He summoned Little Fatty and asked him to transfer a portion of the spiritual energy, air, and any other substance that could stabilize life within his body to this place.

Little Fatty reacted extremely quickly; the spatial patterns lit up instantly, and a thick, watery-smelling air surged out from the crack, forming a special area around everyone.

Before they could determine the effect, Qin Ming also asked Cang Xuan to try to stimulate and stabilize the plant, ideally creating its own small cycle.

Otherwise, relying solely on Little Fatty's strength, even with the mustard seed space within his body as a backup, he would likely be insufficient without affecting his internal stability.

There are other companions. After gathering together, they should first reduce their own consumption, maintain only the minimum level, and then act according to the situation.

Before he could perceive or give any more instructions, he was plunged into complete darkness, and even his thoughts froze.

In his last moments of consciousness, he felt his face pressed against something warm, probably Keda's feathers.

I don't know how much time passed, but then I heard a sound—

"Huh? The little cutie's alive again?"