The second page did not contain a Cultivation Technique Mantra either, but rather an ancient text. The language was archaic and its meaning difficult to grasp. If Qin Li hadn't had a mother as exceptionally brilliant as Qin Hanyue, who had made sure he was literate before the age of ten and had him read all manner of books between the ages of eight and twelve, he never would have been able to understand it.
After reading it, Qin Li drew in a sharp breath, a chill running down his spine. Even when Qin Shisan had threatened him the day before, Qin Li hadn't been overly concerned. But the words describing this Only I am Venerable technique were simply too horrifying, too unbelievable.
Qin Li couldn't help but wonder, 'This ancient text… no matter how difficult it is, surely I'm not the only one who can understand it. This is practically a death threat, a stark warning. Why would so many people still throw caution to the wind and cultivate it?'
