After Transmigrating, My Three Hundred Tang Poems Are Taking the World by Storm

[Transmigration + Showing Off + Face-Slapping + Pure Thrills + Crushing All Opposition + Inventions] > He transmigrates into the body of a dirt-poor nobody in ancient times. His only skill is having memorized a copy of "Three Hundred Tang Poems".

> Li Mo thinks his life is over, only to discover that literature in this world is abysmal. There are no famous lines, and not even a single satisfying power-fantasy trope!

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> **So...**

> Someone picks on me? I’ll give them "The Wandering Knight’s Song"!

> The powerful oppress me? I’ll slap them in the face with "Man Jiang Hong"!

> The emperor tests me? I’ll crush him outright with the "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng"!

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> As wealth, status, and beautiful women all come flocking to him, Li Mo is having the time of his life!

> But before he can even laugh out loud, a mysterious organization comes knocking, opening with a deadly question:

> **“Palace Jade-Liquid Wine?”**

> Li Mo: “...O-one hundred and eighty a cup?”