Transmigrate as a Tribal Son: The Rise of the Dahan Empire

[Transmigration] [System] [No Harem] [Liao, Jin, and Yuan Dynasties] [Grassland Conquest] [Political Intrigue]

The snowy plains of Liaodong forged blood and fire.

And I am the saker falcon that took flight from those snowy plains.

I was an ordinary person from another world. After dying suddenly, I was born anew as Temur, the eldest son of the Qiyan clan in the northern deserts. At eighteen, I led the old, the weak, the women, and the children of my tribe across the Greater Khingan Range in a blizzard, searching for the legendary river valley my father and uncle had told me about. I thought that once we got there, we could finally live in peace.

But this world has no pity for the weak.

The tribes of Liaodong demanded ever heavier tribute from us, taking our food, livestock, and dignity. Then they reached their claws toward my people. That day, I killed their tax collector.

From that moment on, I set out on a road of no return.

I have a secret: a System that uses "prestige, fear, and population" as fuel to produce salt. On the grasslands, salt is more precious than gold. I use it to win loyalty, forge swords, and kindle the flames of war.

From the dense forests of the Greater Khingan Range to the plains of Liaodong;

from the southern grasslands to the cities of the Central Plains.

Wherever my horse's hooves tread becomes my land.

Some call me a tyrant, others say I am the chosen one. I don't care. I only know this: if I want those who come after me to stop going hungry, stop being bullied, and stop trudging forward in despair through the snow and wind, then there can be only one voice in this land.

In the end, the grasslands united the Central Plains.

And the saker falcon that took flight from the snowy plains of Liaodong now circles high above, surveying ten thousand li of rivers and mountains.