The Great Song Dynasty's Martial Commander

“Eldest Brother! It’s time to take your medicine.”

“Smack...” Just as the bowl reached his lips, Zhang Xianzong knocked it to the ground. Who would dare drink Pan Jinlian’s medicine? Drink it, and he’d be off to meet the King of Hell!

“Eldest Brother! Why... why did you knock over the medicine? I worked so hard to brew it for you!”

“It smells awful. I can’t drink it! Go ask the doctor for a new prescription at dawn and get another batch made. Make sure it tastes sweet and fragrant!”

Zhang Xianzong, a warlord of his age, transmigrated into Wu Dalang’s body. He thought he’d never be “handsome and dashing” again in this lifetime. What he never expected was that Wu Dalang had actually mastered the art of bone-shrinking, and was quite skilled at it, too.

[Damn it! Wu Dalang was probably fooled by someone. He trained himself to shrink, but never to stretch, and his chest muscles can barely protect his heart. What a promising talent, nearly ruined! Hah... I’ll take a gamble today. Win, and I’ll become a true hero within three days; lose, and I lose everything!]