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

Having lived for thousands of years, Mr. Qi had met countless experts in his life and one truth remained constant – doctors who could diagnose the illness may not be able to treat it, but those who could, definitely knew the illness.

No one expected Lin Jin to be able to tell Mr. Qi's true identity, as well as the fact that he was severely injured.

This gave Mr. Qi a ray of hope, despite his acceptance of the fact that he wouldn't make a full recovery.

Miao Yan Zhenren got excited too, as Mr. Qi's injury was their sect's greatest issue at the moment. After all, they would most likely never come across a being on Mr. Qi's level. In terms of seniority and worth, this Qirin topped the chart. Thus, whoever could Mr. Qi's old injuries would become their Mystery Dao Sect's greatest benefactor.

The two of them stared straight at Lin Jin, awaiting his answer.

The next instant, Lin Jin's lips moved to utter the words, "There is!"

A Profound Immortal’s Needle