Yanmen Snow

Outside Yanmen Pass, the wind and snow are like knives. Lin Chen, a young man who survived the floods in the south of the Yangtze River, was captured and sent to northern Xinjiang, where he served as the lowest-level pawn in the Zhenbei Guards Station for four years. The only things he faced every day were the biting cold wind, a shortage of military rations, the iron cavalry that could go south at any time, and the rusty old guns. He thought he would die in obscurity on the battlefield like countless frontier soldiers. Until one night, the old ancestral jade on his chest felt slightly hot, and he sensed a trace of spiritual energy floating between heaven and earth. From then on, the long-sealed door of cultivation was quietly opened in this most unlikely person. There is no guidance from famous teachers, no abundant resources, and no prominent background. He could only secretly draw energy between exercises, meditate and refine his body during vigils, and trade his life for every bit of progress on the battlefield of blood and fire. From the lowest-level pawn in the Zhenbei Guards, to the commander of the cavalry across the border, to the world-famous peerless strongman - Lin Chen used countless life-and-death battles to blaze his own path. Here are the iron-blooded border battles, the turbulent undercurrents in the court, the fight for the secret realm under the surging spiritual tide, and even the women who stand by his side, know each other, and stay with him in the wind and snow. The wind and snow in Yanmen, the iron-blooded song. Even a small soldier can climb to the top. A man on the border should carry a three-foot green sword to protect the mountains and rivers for the rest of his life.