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

Lin Jin was still interested in helping them, so he tried his best to be subtle about it. However, these appraisers were either clueless as to what he was trying to imply, or were feigning ignorance. Now that they were pinning the blame on Lin Jin, the latter had no other choice but to be more straightforward.

Sure enough, following his remark, their expressions became even uglier.

Beast appraisers despised having their diagnosis questioned and it was even more so for experienced beast appraisers.

Appraiser Wang and Appraiser Cao were both forty-five years old and to most people, they were experienced veterans. To be publicly accused of committing an erroneous appraisal and issuing the wrong treatment had the same effect of being slapped across the face.

Sweating Profusely