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

The city of Mount Long Pass was especially lively. Most of its occupants consisted mainly of merchants, martial artists, and Taoist cultivators.

At present, inside one of the city's inns, several monks were meditated in one of the rooms. One of them was an old monk with unusually long ears and white eyebrows over his stern gaze. He held in his hand a string of a hundred and eight prayer beads. Most of these beads were translucent and glowing faintly. Something seemed to be swimming inside and one could vaguely hear the cries of beasts coming from within. However, the moment one tried to listen to the sound, it would cease to be audible immediately.

Suddenly, the old monk opened his eyes and asked, "Has Zhi Yin returned?"

One of the little monks got up and placed his palms together, a saluting gesture of their religion.

"Senior Rector, Senior Zhi Yin hasn't returned yet."

Rector Of Exorcism