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

Painting spirits and sword spirits were essentially the same so Lin Jin valued Shu Xiaolou's comments highly.

If this Clear Wind Sword was older than Shu Xiaolou, it might just be an artifact from the era of immortals.

Since Shu Xiaolou couldn't pull the sword out, Lin Jin gave it a try. Sure enough, he removed it from its sheathed effortlessly.

He had no idea when the sword chose him as its owner.

Could it have happened back when Lin Jin was subduing it?

Back then, Lin Jin had unleashed flames with his Blazing Sky Palm. Since ancient times, fire was known by all to be a weakness of metal. When he subdued the sword, Lin Jin must have forced it to acknowledge him as its master.

What amused Lin Jin most was how oblivious he had been.

Shu Xiaolou loved researching novel things. She was also quite well informed when it came to spirits.

A Rather Amazing Sword