The Poor Man’s Ambitious Rise

The north wind honed the blade, tempering a hawk in fire. Lin Yan, a modern military-industrial expert, transmigrated into a wastrel blacksmith on the frontier of the Great Qian Dynasty. That day, his tattered coat wrapped him against the bitterest winter Great Qian had ever seen. He was registered as a lowly military household, buried in gambling debts, and there was a girl huddled in the corner whose three ribs he had broken. This world was too cold to temper in fire. It needed blood to warm it. On a snowy night, Lin Yan held the no-longer-shivering girl close and brought his forging hammer crashing down on the iron curtain the imperial throne had built over a thousand years!