Xuanhuan: I Speak, and the Law Obeys; All Arts Are Within My Grasp

Li Wanyan transmigrates to the Shanhai Continent and becomes a lowly Foundation Establishment disciple of the Ten Thousand Laws Sect. Who could have guessed that as soon as he transmigrated, he would awaken the Ancient Poetry Mage System: memorize poems and get rewards? Hah! Watch me make my words come true and master every technique! [Ding! The Host has recited the complete classic “Quiet Night Thoughts”! Reward: Spell Command: The roc rises with the wind in a single day, soaring ninety thousand miles!] [Ding! The Host has recited the complete classic “To Wang Lun”! Reward: Spell Command: The torrent plunges three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way were falling from the Ninth Heaven!] [Ding! The Host has recited the complete classic “Sympathy for the Farmers”! Reward: Spell Command: At midnight, I lie awake listening to wind and rain; iron steeds and icy rivers enter my dreams!] “Hm? Wait, why does that horse look so strange?” Li Wanyan rubbed his eyes and cried out in shock: “Holy crap! A grass-mud horse!?”