The Poetry Contest: I Crush All Nations' Talents

I, Lin Mo, transmigrate into the Mo family's live-in son-in-law in the Qian Kingdom. Right from the start, I'm dragged to a four-nation poetry contest to die? In previous contests, Qian Kingdom scholars were insulted as 'a place of mixed fish and dragons cannot see a true dragon.' The hall of talents was ashen-faced, no one dared to respond. The Empress was furious, officials silent, year after year nailed to the pillar of shame. I say: poetry and songs? My mind holds the essence of five thousand years of literature! When the Dongzhao talent smugly recites 'Ten thousand riders roll the long wind,' and the whole hall waits to see this 'ignorant son-in-law' slit his own throat, I reveal my brilliance: 'Black clouds press down, threatening to destroy the city; armor shines in the sun, golden scales open!' A single 'Yanmen Governor's March' shakes the entire venue, the literary giants of three kingdoms ashen-faced. I said if you lose, you bark like a dog; not one can escape! I am the Poet Immortal, the Poet Saint, the Poet Ghost! I, Lin Mo, single-handedly crush the literary world! No, I am the literary world!