Diabolical Eggplant

Lin Jin never imagined he would ever transmigrate. And to such a peculiar world at that. Here, deadly beasts were regarded as sacred, and thankfully, he owned a museum for deadly beasts.
“Master, this is just a dying little tortoise…”
“What tortoise? This is a rare species that contains the blood of a Black Tortoise and could be promoted up to level seven.”
“What about this shedding mongrel?”
“Mongrel? How narrow-minded. This is a branch descendant of the snarling hound with a hint of Kirin’s blood. Take my word for it and sign the blood contract at once. I guarantee you that you'll soar to success and be on your path to invincibility!”

_Lunaelle

The_Dreamweavers

EndlessFantasy Translation 

Museum of Deadly Beasts

Spitting_Alpaca

After feeding the shadow wolf some pills one more time, Lin Jin left it alone. What it needed now was a quiet environment to rest and recover its strength.

Having complete this treatment, Lin Jin now reached a higher level of understanding about the pulse-seeking technique.

But again, although there were many beast appraisal methods available in the museum, it even rewards an acupuncture technique, no matter how amazing the knowledge was, the learner had to keep utilizing them.

Only by practicing and polishing could one truly digest and master these abilities.

Next, Lin Jin planned to head to the association to take a look around.

He had no other reason than to see if the people there were still gossiping about him.

They certainly would, but it wouldn't be negative gossip anymore. It would just be of admiration and respect toward him.

Maple City’s Flower Festival