The Special Forces Soldier's Path in the Cultivation World

At the Dragon Nation's border, atop a cloud-piercing snow mountain, winds howled like ferocious beasts. A solitary sentry post stood resolute in this frozen wasteland - one of the motherland's most remote border stations, perpetually snowbound at over four thousand meters altitude. Stones skittered across ice-glazed ground where exhaled breath froze into ice crystals instantly.

Inside, young soldiers trained shirtless despite subzero temperatures. Their sweat vaporized upon contact with icy air as they crawled and grappled in the snow. "Again! Faster! Can't handle a few reps? Look at Sun Nan - he's doubled your count!" barked a frost-bearded veteran wrapped in heavy coats.

All eyes turned to the corner where Sun Nan pummeled a sandbag with hurricane-force punches. Steam rose around his body where falling snowflakes vaporized before touching his skin.

"Platoon Leader, Little Sun's being groomed as Division's top trainee - we can't match him!" chuckled one soldier. Another added: "Take it easy, kid. I'll cover your watch tonight." Sun Nan paused, flashing a white-toothed grin: "Thanks, but I can manage."

"Enough posturing!" Platoon Leader Ge Rongbin laughed, snow clinging to his eyebrows. "You've trained since dawn - even iron men need rest." The respected leader treated every soldier like family.

"Dismissed! Prepare rations - open beef cans for broth! This boy needs nourishment!" Ge ordered. "Yes, Platoon Leader!" soldiers chorused, frostbitten lips grinning as they jogged toward barracks. "Train hard - we'll cook you something special!"

Watching his comrades, Sun Nan felt warmth pierce the cold. None knew he was an otherworldly transplant - transmigrated here one year prior. Expecting riches or glory from his cross-dimensional journey, reality delivered a brutal wake-up call: exile to this godforsaken outpost.

Initially resistant, the harsh environment broke him. A near-fatal fever brought escape attempts, until Ge became his mentor. Through midnight talks about military honor and patient guidance, the platoon leader's steadfast dedication gradually transformed Sun Nan's mindset.

Six months prior, Ge had voluntarily relinquished a coveted HQ transfer - better living conditions, brighter prospects - insisting Sun Nan take the slot. "You're young, full of fire. Deserve proper opportunities," Ge had said simply. That night, Sun Nan cried silently under his blanket, torn between gratitude and guilt for past immaturity. When comrades noticed red eyes next morning, they joked it away with rough affection.

From that dawn, Sun Nan became a man possessed. He trained until knuckles bled, driven by twin purposes: honor Ge's sacrifice, and earn his own promotion to return the favor. In this frozen crucible, sweat crystallized on his brow as he forged himself anew. The future remained uncertain, but one truth burned clear - he wouldn't betray this trust