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

Using the Cosmos Ink as a thread, the needle was able to embroider a storage seal on Lin Jin's sleeve. After activating it with a specific formula, Lin Jin came to realize that this storage space was as large as an entire room, just as Appraiser Shu had promised.

With a sweep of his arm, the stone bench beside him vanished. Another sweep and the bench reappeared.

The Cosmos Ink now seemed a little smaller than before, but this much was enough for one painting.

Lin Jin kept to his side of the deal. He told Appraiser Shu to wait while he retrieved his writing material to note down the pulse-seeking technique's cultivation methods. The manual was several thousand characters long, and it took Lin Jin two hours to transcribe.

Right after he was done writing, he passed it to Shu Xiaolou.

Spirit Of A Painting