Marquis Wen? This Life, I'll Be the Tiger of Jiuyuan Again

【No System】【Romance of the Three Kingdoms】【Reborn】 For four hundred years, the wind swept across the wastelands of Wuyuan, leaving behind only two things: the curved sabers of the Hu and the white bones of the Han. To the Four Generations of Three Excellencies, Bingzhou was a barbaric frontier. In the writings of the refined aristocrats, border troops were nothing but watchdogs. Everyone knows that Lu Bu of Jiuyuan changed masters three times, but no one knows how hard it was for a poor nobody from the borderlands to survive in those days. The noble clans feasted on delicacies generation after generation, while the border troops met their deaths on the battlefield generation after generation. He returns to the age of eight, penniless and on the brink of death. In his previous life, he was convinced that his martial prowess was unrivaled, yet the great clans manipulated him like a puppet. Ding Yuan kept him as a dog under the pretense of being a talent scout. Dong Zhuo controlled him with gold and silver, turning him into a savage. A noose at White Gate Tower ended his life in an instant. The world remembers only the big-eared bandit's words: “Have you forgotten what happened to Ding Jianyang and Dong Zhuo?” Yet no one remembers how Lu Bu fought barefoot through heaps of Hu corpses to make it out alive. A ramshackle house, an ailing mother and a crippled father, and a bitter cold that cut to the bone beyond the frontier. This time, he has no delusions of being the greatest under heaven, no ingratiating himself by taking a sworn father, and no desire to earn a second glance from the great clans. All he brings with him is the icy resolve forged through thirty years of fighting for his life on the battlefield, and an instinct for killing etched into his bones. They say: “A lowborn frontier dweller is fit only to guard the passes, not to compete for the realm.” Lu Bu swallowed a coarse flatbread gritty with sand and drove his broken spear into the frozen earth. “Four Generations of Three Excellencies? Prestigious clans?” “You lot only look for flaws in the weak and virtues in the strong. When I return, I’ll crush your spines beneath my heel!”