He transmigrates only to become a good-for-nothing, expelled from school and cast out, enduring the scorn of the world.
Everyone declares that Jiang Tian has no future.
Born with the worst possible trash-grade scholar's spiritual root? No problem.
When he casually recites, "The waters of the Yellow River come surging down from heaven," heaven and earth shift. Literary power roars, and the strongest cultivators across countless realms bow and tremble.
In this world, poetry is the might of heaven!
And Jiang Tian has three hundred Tang poems stored in his mind.
Scholar's spiritual roots? Top student spiritual roots?
To him, they are nothing worth mentioning.
Others cultivate through years of hardship, yet a poem casually recited by him is worth more.
A body-protecting literary art as impregnable as a fortress? One line, "Ten steps, one man slain," is enough to shatter it instantly.
A top-tier scholar's spiritual root, seen once in ten thousand years? One poem, "I will ascend the summit, and all mountains will appear small," leaves you hopelessly behind.
When Jiang Tian reaches the pinnacle of the world and recites aloud, "Laughing heartily, I stride out the gate. How could a man like me be mere weeds in the field?" the entire sky will tremble.
He never cultivates on equal terms with those at his level. His power is an outright dimensionality-smashing assault.
Three hundred Tang poems, each one a new world!
Very good book
Well written. There is a stalk. Something to laugh about
The author is a Virgo and the writing is not good. Please bear with me.