I, Lin Mo, transmigrated into the body of the Mo family's live-in son-in-law in the Qian Kingdom.
From the start, I'm being sent to my death at a poetry gathering between the four kingdoms?
At every poetry gathering, Qian Kingdom's scholars have been mocked to their faces: "How could a place crawling with fish and shrimp ever produce a true dragon?"
The hall is full of talented scholars, all ashen-faced, yet no one dares answer.
The empress is furious, the officials fall silent, and year after year, Qian Kingdom is nailed to the pillar of literary shame.
But poetry and prose? My mind holds the finest works of five thousand years of literature!
When a talented scholar from the Eastern Zhao Kingdom proudly recites, "Ten thousand riders sweep through the gale."
When the scholars all wait to see this "ignorant live-in son-in-law" cut his own throat!
I step forward and dazzle them all: "Black clouds press down on the city, threatening to crush it; armor gleams in the sun, scales of gold!"
My poem, "The Song of Yanmen Governor," shatters the entire hall, leaving the literary masters of the three kingdoms ashen-faced.
You said the loser had to bark like a dog. Not one of you is getting away!
I am the Poetry Immortal, the Poetry Sage, and the Poetry Ghost!
I, Lin Mo, will crush the entire literary world by myself! No, I am the literary world!
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