In the final years of the Great Qian Dynasty, disasters struck year after year. Locust plagues, droughts, and warfare drove the people from their homes. When eighteen-year-old Lin Yan woke, all that remained at home was half a sack of bran. His father had a broken leg, his mother was gravely ill, and his younger sister had nearly been sold. His only chance was a barren mountain and the woodcutter’s hatchet in his hand.
Just as despair took hold, he awakened a Proficiency Panel. Chopping wood, gathering herbs, setting traps, archery, medicine, farming, forging... Every skill could make the difference between life and death. With its help, he protected his family, organized the villagers, laid traps, and launched ambushes. Starting from a crumbling mountain stronghold, he built Qingshi Stockade and carved out a way to survive for his family and the villagers.
But the troubled times never spared the weak. The bandits of Blackwind Stockade were on the move, the Gao family grain merchants were secretly manipulating the supply routes, and even Han Kui’s personal troops were quietly closing in. Lin Yan had to use his wits, courage, and skills to protect the food, water, and people’s trust if Qingshi Stockade was to stand firm. Every victory became the fiercest defense of survival and family.
This is a thrilling power fantasy about survival in extreme conditions, the satisfaction of leveling up through proficiency, battles that blend strategy and action, and how a young man grows from protecting his family into a true guardian amid the chaos of war.
A group of scoundrels are knocking on your door one after another, trying to take away your sister. They always try to make excuses in an understatement and just let them go!!! Once, twice, three times!!! Then he kept telling his sister, "Don't be afraid. Brother is here, so you can do better!" !! Poisoning
An AI article
I'm almost starving to death and I hate offal.
Why does it feel so much like AI? After reading too many novels like this, I feel that the style is exactly the same 🥺 [awkward laugh]
There is too much nonsense. I wrote dozens of pages about a trivial matter.
The story about a bandit attacking a village is too verbose.
Development is too fast
Even if you kneel down and reason with others, you will be convinced.
. . . . Too much nonsense
Whoever reads the AI article will feel uncomfortable