We're Cultivators Now! How Can We Not Compose Poetry?

[Eyes of the Illusory Realm of Life and Death] + [Genius protagonist] + [A little cautious, but not much] Ye Lingtian, an archaeologist, discovers an ancient-looking saber while exploring a tomb. The moment he touches it, he unexpectedly transmigrates to a world of immortal cultivation. His luck is terrible from the start: he’s attacked by a demon beast, but a fairy maiden comes to his rescue. After that... Ye Lingtian’s pupils turn a dark gray. “Within ten meters, it’s a matter of life and death for you and me!” Since we’re cultivating immortality, how can we not recite poetry? Ye Lingtian kills his enemies while reciting a poem! The fairy maiden asks in confusion, “Are you really only an upper-grade spirit-root cultivator? That doesn’t seem right. I feel like you must have at least a supreme-grade spirit root, or even the legendary divine-grade spirit root!” Ye Lingtian gives up pretending. “Supreme-grade or divine-grade? Neither. I just have a heavenly spirit root!” Fairy maiden: “Really? You’re not lying to me, are you?” Ye Lingtian replies, “I really do only have a heavenly spirit root!”