Cultivating the Blood Rat Thousand Sword Sutra would take at least a hundred years. By then, it would have long vanished without a trace.
Even if Xiao Chen died, this Green-Armored Elder before it would never trace it back to its head.
It might not even have to wait that long.
It would recover to the Emperor Realm in less than ten years, then grind Xiao Chen and the Green-Armored Elder to dust and ashes to avenge today's humiliation.
The rat race held grudges fiercely; any grievance would be repaid!
Who would have thought that after Xiao Chen accepted the scripture Chi San had written with ink and brush conjured from demonic power, he would immediately begin comprehending it.
Chi San was astonished. "The Blood Rat Ten Thousand Sword Sutra is unfathomably profound. It is an ancient miraculous scripture created by one of my rat race's ancestors after spending ages in seclusion, sitting withered in a forbidden ground for over ten thousand years. You must find a place to calm your mind and focus your spirit before beginning to comprehend it. If you try to comprehend it in a place like this, you will surely suffer qi deviation!"
Chi San was not trying to frighten him. Under normal circumstances, people truly did need such conditions for secluded cultivation.
But Xiao Chen was no ordinary person.
The Blood Rat Ten Thousand Sword Sutra was not long, only around two thousand characters.
It was written in the pictographic script of ancient times.
Xiao Chen could not understand a single character.
Yet the higher-grade a scripture was, the less it relied on words. What mattered was resonance and comprehension.
Xiao Chen merely gave it a swift first scan, yet he had already gained something.
The scripture told the story of an ambitious Rat