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

An authentic practice was a genuine cultivation method passed down through time without being lost or disinherited. A method that the later generation worked hard to preserve.

Ye Yuzhou nodded, agreeing with Huangfu Ming's statement.

"But this elaboration doesn't seem like it came from a young man," Huangfu Ming added an honest comment.

It wouldn't be too odd for a person to rediscover a pre-existing formula from somewhere else, granted he has enough luck.

However, an elaboration was much different.

Generally speaking, perception and understanding of a formula can't be passed down that easily. Cultivation methods from the past rarely manage to survive the test of time. The problem was amplified for their relevant explanations. The future generation could only try to interpret as much as they could from these formulae.

The Mentors’ Evaluation