In a World of Confucian Dao, My Cheat Is Wenxin Yiyan

Transmigrated into the vast world of Confucian cultivation, I was in a deadly predicament from the start! Chu Jinghong was framed by a powerful clan and accused of defiling a young lady. The witnesses and evidence were irrefutable. The judge's gavel had fallen, and all that remained was to sign the confession and face immediate execution. At the very moment his head was on the chopping block, the AI Literary Dao System finally activated! “Host in critical danger! Poetry is urgently needed to turn this around. Searching the poetry database...” “Cut the nonsense! If you've got a poem, hurry up and give it to me to save my life!” He spent Literary Dao points to recite “Song of the Lime,” and literary energy shook the courtroom, clearing his name. From then on, he could search for a poem to solve any problem. Demons and barbarians besiege the city? Call up a battle poem, and with a stroke of the brush, slay thousands! A pedantic scholar comes looking for trouble? Bring out a satirical poem and leave him utterly humiliated! A beautiful woman shows her affection? Compose a poem to express your feelings, romantic but never frivolous! A sage challenges him on matters of principle? Create a new interpretation of the classics and leave the entire hall speechless! Armed with a mind full of timeless poetry, the young man swept through the northern frontier, outshone every prodigy of his age, and basked in boundless glory. But the more brilliantly Chu Jinghong advanced, the more a chill crept into his heart. Could the AI Literary Dao System that had transmigrated with him really be nothing more than a poetry search tool? What truth was hidden beneath its magnificent verses...?