Beast Taming: Starting From Zero

Chapter 125: Zheng Baolong

Evening.

After taking a shower, Qiao Sang brought Yabao to the field for training.

As usual, they ran five centimeters off the ground.

Just a few steps in, while lying on the soft fur, Qiao Sang suddenly thought of something.

She sat up, turned her head, and said cautiously, "This time, don’t go flying into the sky without a word."

"Yap!"

Yabao responded cheerfully.

He wasn’t particularly obsessed with picking stars; he only did it because his little brother liked it.

Since she said no, then no it is—training is more important!

"Xun~"

Little Treasure sat on his Beast Master's belly, staring intently at the starry sky.

After spending so much time together, Qiao Sang had somewhat figured out what the little ghost liked.

He liked pretty things, and all of them were small objects.

Qiao Sang felt it was necessary to teach Little Treasure some common knowledge.

But Little Treasure hadn’t even been born for a month, and explaining the universe, celestial bodies, and planets seemed way too complicated.

After thinking for a moment, Qiao Sang said, "Don’t be fooled by how small they look. They’re actually bigger than Yabao, but they’re so far away that they seem tiny."

"Xun?"

Little Treasure blinked, turning to look at the giant Yabao next to him.

"And another thing, many stars don’t actually shine. If you ever get close to one, you’ll realize it’s not as bright as your own eyes." Qiao Sang continued.

Little Treasure tried hard to remember what his eyes looked like.

He looked up and down repeatedly, and after pouting his lips, hr glanced back up with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Little Treasure stared at the sky for a while before suddenly raising a paw and pointing upward.

"Xun."

"Xun Xun?"

"We’ll have a chance to see them up close someday." Qiao Sang answered.

Given that humanity had already successfully migrated to other planets, not going on a space tour would be a disservice to herself.

However, who knows how many years into the future that would be. For now, getting into a good university was the priority.

Qiao Sang’s consciousness shifted to the Beast Tamer Codex. Yabao's psychic power had already reached (Mastery: 431/500) and was increasing at a rate of 1 point every 30 seconds.

Psychic power, unlike other skills, only required energy to keep flowing to maintain its active state.

An increase of 1 point every 30 seconds—that’s an incredible speed.

If Yabao could maintain this for 24 hours, he could gain 2,880 proficiency points in a day.

In seven days, his psychic power would reach the pinnacle of mastery.

Of course, that’s just a dream...

It’s impossible to sustain energy for 24 hours straight.

Subtracting the time for training, eating, and sleeping, Yabao could only practice his psychic power for 2 to 3 hours a day at most.

After all, they were at school, and there was still daytime training. It wasn’t like before when they could train to exhaustion every day.

Back home, after exhausting its energy, Yabao could relax by drinking milk and watching TV.

But there was no TV at school, and Yabao would just float around the dorm using his psychic power with nothing else to do.

Managing 2 to 3 hours of practice was all thanks to his excitement over learning to fly.

On the field, though, being able to move while using psychic power seemed to suit his active personality better.

As Qiao Sang analyzed the data, considering how much running time Yabao should have each night, she faintly sensed a vibration from the outside world.

She snapped back to reality and realized someone was calling her.

It was the vice principal.

Qiao Sang quickly answered.

Before she could speak, Liu Yao began, "Qiao Sang, the members of our research project team are all here. Come meet everyone tomorrow."

Qiao Sang froze for a second. The team’s complete? So fast?

Sensing her thoughts, Liu Yao chuckled.

"Don’t worry. We’re not starting the research immediately. From project application to approval takes at least three months. Some of the researchers are just really interested and want to take a look first."

Qiao Sang let out a sigh of relief. She had thought society’s efficiency had reached a terrifying level.

"But, I have training tomorrow."

"Don’t worry, it’s in the evening, around 6 p.m. I’ll have Old Xian pick you up."

Pick me up?

Qiao Sang recalled the few teleportation experiences and tactfully replied, "Vice Principal, there's no need to trouble Teacher Xian. Just tell me the location, and I’ll go there myself."

"It’s no trouble. Old Xian is fast."

Qiao Sang: ...

It’s precisely because he’s too fast and doesn’t give her time to prepare that she found it troublesome.

If Yabao or Little Treasure could learn teleportation one day, she could at least be fully prepared before being transported.

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The next morning at 7:43 a.m.

With dark circles under her eyes, Qiao Sang set off for Training Ground No. 5.

Yesterday’s excitement about training with the second-year team had caused her to forget that their training started at 8 a.m.—a full hour earlier than the first-year team.

Realizing she’d lose an hour of sleep every day from now on, her excitement had vanished.

She sluggishly walked into Training Ground No. 5, and as soon as she stepped in, a water jet about ten centimeters thick shot straight at her.

Qiao Sang froze, her still-groggy mind not reacting immediately.

Fortunately, Yabao was quick, jumping in front of her and spewing out sparks three times thicker than the water jet.

The water jet instantly retreated several meters and was dissipated.

Boom!

With a loud sound, white steam evaporated into the sky above the training ground.

"Sorry, sorry! We were training and accidentally misfired. Are you alright?" A boy with glasses jogged over, accompanied by a Mighty Duck.

"Yap!"

Yabao tensed his limbs, ready to attack. His already red eyes turned even more scarlet as he locked onto the culprit behind the water jet.

Seeing this, the boy with glasses immediately stopped three meters away, staring in surprise at the unfamiliar beast in front of him.

"Mighty!"

The Mighty Duck’s eyes widened, stepping in front of its Beast Master.

"Crown Head, it was our fault. Apologize quickly!"

The boy snapped back to his senses, hurriedly pressed down the duck's head, and bowed as well.

"Mighty."

The Mighty Duck hesitated for a moment before letting out a reluctant quack.

"I’m fine." Qiao Sang finally woke up completely.

Since it wasn’t intentional, and the apology was sincere, she had no reason to hold a grudge.

"Yabao, I’m fine. Come back." Qiao Sang called.

"Yap."

Yabao glanced at the culprit still bowing, then turned to confirm his Beast Master was unharmed before returning to her side.

"Xu Yajie, you’re done for! It’s been a week, and you still haven’t mastered this? You can't control it! If Zheng Baolong finds out during today's inspection, you’re doomed..." A buzz-cut boy teased from the center of the field.

Just then, a voice filled with suppressed anger sounded behind Qiao Sang: "Who are you calling Zheng Baolong?"

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