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 general was excited as he had heard about Curator too. Although he was a legendary figure who had earned His Majesty's respect, the general was surprised by how amiable the man actually was.

As expected of a prominent figure.

Wasting no time, the general quickly led the way after giving Lin Jin a quick bow. The road from this point until the royal palace was cleared off by the palace guards. There was not even a single soul wandering on the road, and the guards lined the streets like javelins stuck into the ground.

It must have been troublesome for He Qian to have this arranged in such a short time.

Lin Jin remained silent as he trailed behind the general. It wasn't long before they arrived at the palace, where there was a huge gathering of people.

Old Mo’s Fate