Those who reincarnate must die.

That evening, Zhang Lang did not go to the canteen again. Just as Old Master Shen had said, a servant brought dinner to his room. The dishes were plentiful and the portions were generous.

However, just as Zhang Lang was enjoying his meal, an unexpected guest walked into his room.

"Hmm?" Zhang Lang looked at the dashing young woman before him, slightly taken aback. "Miss Shen? What brings you here?"

Shen Qianqian smiled slightly and sat down across from him at the dining table: "This entire Shen residence belongs to my family. Where can't I go?"

"That's true!" Zhang Lang nodded, then pointed to the dishes on the table: "Would you like some?"

Shen Qianqian chuckled: "You think I'm here to freeload?"

Zhang Lang shrugged and continued eating heartily.

Shen Qianqian sighed and leaned forward slightly: "Hey, tell me, if my dad hadn't called a halt today, what were your chances of winning?"

Zhang Lang chewed twice and swallowed the meat in his mouth: "About thirty percent!"

"You're quite optimistic!" Shen Qianqian chuckled. "In my opinion, maybe not even 10%!"

Zhang Lang glanced at her, and Shen Qianqian smiled, "The match between Jin Minghui and Xie Yong looked intense, but for a master of his caliber, it wasn't much of a drain; it was more like a warm-up. As the saying goes, 'one burst of energy is all it takes.' If he uses the momentum he gained from defeating his previous opponent to directly confront you, you're probably in serious trouble!"

"In that case, I should thank you for saving my life!" Zhang Lang looked at Shen Qianqian, picked up a piece of meat, and handed it to her. "Then you really have to have a couple of bites!"

"You think this is a joke?" Shen Qianqian raised an eyebrow. "I was the one who asked Father to stop the match because I didn't want to see you die?"

"Why?" Zhang Lang put down his chopsticks.

"Because..." Shen Qianqian's eyes narrowed into crescents, "I think you're quite interesting! I'd rather you win than that guy!"

"Hey, hey, feed me..." Xu whistled in Zhang Lang's mind, "This girl's got a thing for you. Who knew you'd have such good luck with women!"

However, Zhang Lang clearly didn't believe it: "I want to know the real reason!"

"You're so clueless about romance!" Shen Qianqian chuckled. "I wasn't lying... but there are other reasons too. Father and I don't want you to die. I value the person, but Father, I value your martial arts!"

"A cultivation technique?" Zhang Lang immediately remembered that the altar had fabricated a Great Reincarnation Spell to conceal his regenerative abilities... Although he didn't know if this cultivation technique actually existed in this world, at least during this mission, everyone present believed that such a divine technique that could regenerate the body existed!

"That's right!" Shen Qianqian laughed, "You know my father is a peerless martial artist with an extremely high status in the martial arts world. He's had eight concubines, but why did he only have one daughter like me when he was almost fifty?"

Zhang Lang raised an eyebrow, surprised that this Miss Shen would start gossiping about her father...

However, Shen Qianqian didn't seem embarrassed at all, and calmly said, "When my father was young, he fought with someone and suffered internal injuries, injuring the Shaoyin meridian of his foot. Although he recovered later, it made it difficult for him to have children. I was born thanks to a prescription given to me by a wandering doctor back then. However, this prescription can only treat the symptoms and works for a while, but it has no effect afterward..."

"So, your father wants to rely on me..." Zhang Lang recalled the name: "The Great Reincarnation Secret Spell, to regain his former glory?"

"You could say that!" Shen Qianqian laughed. "I've even told you something so private, so you should believe that we support you, right?"

"Alright!" Zhang Lang looked at Shen Qianqian: "Since you want me to win, bring the experts from your manor and come with me to kill Jin Minghui!!" As he spoke, he actually put on boxing gloves, looking ready to attack right now.

"You rascal..." Shen Qianqian was slightly taken aback, then laughed heartily, "You're shamelessly blunt... but I like it! Hahahaha..."

After laughing enough, Miss Shen wiped away her tears: "My Shen family is a prestigious sect, how could we possibly help you cheat like this! However, we can offer you some support... such as divine weapons or martial arts manuals... but I doubt you'll learn anything useful in one night, a good sword would be more useful!"

"I support it..." Zhang Lang narrowed his eyes: "How about this, twenty steel bars! And enough rubber bands! Also, an axe, a saw, and all the necessary tools!"

Miss Shen was slightly taken aback: "You need so much stuff, steel bars? What are you going to do with this?"

"Anyway, I want these things!" Zhang Lang thought for a moment, "Oh, and ten jars of strong liquor, the stronger the better!"

Miss Shen shook her head, increasingly confused!

"Is this all you want?" Miss Shen frowned. "My Shen family possesses a magnificent iron spear. Considering your height and strength, perhaps..."

"I don't know how to use a gun!" Zhang Lang shook his head. "Just prepare as I say! The sooner the better!"

Shen Qianqian nodded: "These things are readily available and can be delivered immediately... But what exactly do you want to do?"

"Of course, kill Jin Minghui!" Zhang Lang's eyes were filled with determination!

Shen Qianqian left with a puzzled look on her face. Soon, everything Zhang Lang had asked for was delivered. After he accepted it, he told everyone not to disturb him no matter what happened, then locked the door and refused to see anyone again.

The next morning, the people of the city, the martial arts practitioners who came to watch the battle, and even the eliminated contestants who had not yet left all gathered at the training ground early, waiting to see this final battle.

Jin Minghui had already stood on the arena, legs apart, arms crossed, holding the samurai sword, eyes closed, waiting for his opponent.

But Zhang Lang never showed up...

Finally, the time for the competition was approaching, and just as everyone was wondering whether Zhang Lang had already forfeited, a rich aroma of wine suddenly wafted over!

Everyone looked up and saw a group of servants and laborers walking out from the backyard, carrying jars of strong liquor. They walked shakily to the arena and put them down. There were nine jars in total!

Behind them followed Zhang Lang, who was swaying with each step. He had strips of cloth tied around his neck and ankles, and he was carrying a jar of Kaifeng liquor in his hand. He was drinking as he walked, and the smell of alcohol wafted far and wide, making people feel drunk just by smelling it!

Everyone looked on in surprise, and even his opponent, Jin Minghui, frowned.

"What's going on here?" Old Master Shen asked his daughter from the stands. "I heard he asked you for some strong liquor and steel bars yesterday... what's he going to do with them?"

Shen Qianqian shook her head: "I don't know either, but I heard that there were clanging and banging noises coming from his room last night, and it didn't stop all night..."

Grandpa Shen stroked his long beard: "Looks like this final match is going to be interesting!"

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