Beast Taming: the More the Better Chapter 838 - 361: The Provincial Exam Begins! Qian Yi’s Transformation! (Part 2)

Yet from another angle, the view shifts to his granddaughter's perspective, but as Qin Xiaoxue hasn't entered the Secret Realm yet, that feed stays dormant, locked on a black screen.

Thus, Old Qin's eyes glue themselves to a different camera angle, his tongue clucking in amazement:

"How's this kid's Paperman transformed once more since my last glimpse?"

On the screen's first-person feed from Su Ping, a bizarre silhouette stands prominently right before him.

At first sight, it's unmistakably a Paperman, yet markedly unlike the one witnessed earlier in the Myriad Flowers Secret Realm.

The silhouette loomed a touch taller now.

Still, the biggest alteration hit the frame itself.

That formerly vivid feather robe clung to the tiny paper form in an eccentric manner, but now, even stranger, a cloak brushing the ground enveloped the little paper figure.

Meantime, the oversized bamboo hat evoked an umbrella's dome, balanced on the paper figure's crown.

Plus that enormous Sword Box, forever etched in Qin Erlong's mind.

All this garb swelled the little paper figure's presence to a much grander scale.

Alas, the first-person broadcast lacked true clarity,

or Old Qin might have just barely spotted,

upon Qian Yi in that strange outfit, a soft, fluff-like undulation swaying rhythmically.

Yet right then, Old Qin's undivided focus riveted on little paper figure Qian Yi,

but beyond Qian Yi's revamped look, what rendered Old Qin utterly wordless were the bold letters emblazoned across the expansive cloak's rear.

That's right, trailing Qian Yi at that instant, several crisp large characters proclaimed:

'Heart of Myriad Spirits Cultivation Base!'

This audacious plug jolted Old Qin from his daze, leaving him lip-pursing, baffled on how to kick off his remarks.

"Kid, cutting ad expenses like this? Self-promo to boot!"

Speechless though he felt, Old Qin conceded it suited Su Ping to a tee.

And Su Ping wasn't the exception.

Truth be told, in this pro assessment, while the masses stayed clueless, he—as Beast Master Association president—knew loads of top-10 contenders bore corporate ads on their gear.

What buzz outshines a professional assessment?

Especially this provincial showdown drawing nationwide eyes; flaunt epic might, and out-of-province audiences flock too.

Promo squads from ad-hungry firms wouldn't skip such prime exposure, of course.

Qin Erlong soon heaved a deep sigh, fully grasping Su Ping's ad stunt as a zero-cost jackpot—under typical conditions, Su Ping's first-person stream would dominate Dragon Nation viewership for the coming three days.

No competition in sight!

"Go for it, kid! Paperman's Pet Beast evolution breakthrough demands this flashy reveal!"

…

Meanwhile.

Across the ocean, where weather starkly contrasted Dragon Nation's, pitch blackness ruled.

In Eagle Country's heart city.

This spot served as the might and authority nexus for that overseas superpower, akin yet worlds apart from its finance hub.

Amid this colossal modern sprawl, one outlier defied the sleek city vibe.

A vast cemetery sprawled here.

On turf where land fetched fortunes, it claimed vast swathes.

Yet none uttered a peep.

This housed the lab of Eagle Country's most fabled undead Great Grandmaster from the last century.

Precisely now, within one chamber of that lab.

A white-robed form, visage concealed, save for a single pupil pulsing blue fire in the shadows, eyed the display with keen fascination.

"Dragon Nation’s professional assessment? Su Ping kid's trial kicks off shortly, yeah? That mutant Paperman that evolved successfully..."

Indeed, this lounging, scarcely human entity was none other than Mu Yu, Advanced Level Undead Cultivator who'd ventured to Dragon Nation a year back for the hit on Su Ping.

Back then, Leng Ye’s fierce Soul Search should've erased him for good, but here he lingered in this altered state.

As Mu Yu idly observed the impending spectacle, abruptly, the room's spectral blue fires danced, birthing a shadowy figure out of nowhere.

Mu Yu's head snapped around instinctively, and even with his stature in Eagle Country, he sprang to his feet, nerves shot:

"Teacher!"

This gloom-shrouded shadow, much like Mu Yu, revealed solely twin flickering fires.

Unlike Mu Yu’s blue-burning eye sockets, though, this outline's blood-red flames blazed with piercing intensity.