I cultivate the Chaos Technique

Zhang Yifan was still half asleep when he suddenly felt a chill run through his body.

Before I could even figure out what was going on, I opened my eyes and heard a piercing voice: "Zhang Yifan, get up and get to work!"

Wang Xiaomao, a menial disciple of the Lingyun Sword Sect, stood by his bedside, yanked off Zhang Yifan's blankets, and shouted at him with obvious malice.

Zhang Yifan rolled over, a hint of impatience in his eyes. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and muttered, "Damn it, what's all this noise about? Can't a person get any sleep?!"

However, Zhang Yifan quickly regained his senses and looked around.

He was stunned. This was not his rented room at all, but a completely unfamiliar place.

The surrounding furnishings were simple and dilapidated, the wooden floor smelled damp, and some worn-out curtains hung on the walls, all exuding an old-fashioned atmosphere.

The style of this room is just like the living quarters of servants in period dramas, a world apart from modern rental apartments.

Zhang Yifan's heart tightened instantly, and he sat up abruptly in bed, countless thoughts flashing through his mind: "Am I dreaming?" he muttered to himself, trying to pinch his thigh, but the pain immediately struck; it felt too real.

This was not a dream, at least not like any dream he had ever had.

Suddenly, a crazy thought popped into his mind: "Could it be that I've traveled through time?"

The thought sent chills down his spine. How could it be? Time travel only exists in novels and movies. How could it happen to him?

Moreover, the feeling was so real that you could even clearly smell the musty odor in the room.

Just as he was puzzled and lost in thought, a crisp sound suddenly rang in his ears.

"Slap!" Wang Xiaomao ignored Zhang Yifan's reaction and slapped him across the face.

A buzzing sound filled his ears, and a sharp pain shot through his face, instantly stunning Zhang Yifan. He instinctively covered his face, his mind blank.

"Li Jia Ma!" Zhang Yifan cursed instinctively, uttering a vulgar curse in his hometown accent.

His eyes immediately blazed with anger, and his heart was filled with rage and humiliation.

Others who transmigrate usually have a system at their disposal or a cheat code.

He had a lucky streak and defied fate all the way, but how did he end up being transported to a place where he was bullied at will?

Not only do they not get any cheats, but they also have to suffer this kind of humiliation?

Enraged, Zhang Yifan immediately jumped out of bed, pounced on Wang Xiaomao, grabbed his collar, and punched him without hesitation.

Wang Xiaomao clearly didn't expect that Zhang Yifan, who was usually bullied by everyone, would dare to fight back.

He was stunned for a moment, but then he reacted, a fierce look flashing across his face, and he returned the punch without any hesitation.

The two immediately started fighting.

Zhang Yifan's fist struck Wang Xiaomao's face with a dull thud. But Wang Xiaomao was no pushover; his punches landed squarely, and he quickly retaliated.

Their strengths are roughly equal. Wang Xiaomao usually acts recklessly towards Zhang Yifan because he has the support of Zhao Hu, an outer disciple. But if they were to actually fight, the two would be evenly matched.

Fists and kicks clashed, the scene was chaotic, and for a time neither side could gain the upper hand.

But Zhang Yifan had never been so angry before. His rage completely overwhelmed his reason; he no longer cared about the consequences and only wanted to teach this bastard a lesson.

Wang Xiaomao was furious that Zhang Yifan had actually dared to fight back.

He shouted towards the door, "Li Daniu, that little bastard Zhang Yifan has gone too far! He actually dared to fight back! Come in and help me!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than heavy footsteps sounded outside the door, and a burly man rushed in.

It was another handyman disciple, Li Daniu, who was a whole size bigger than Zhang Yifan and Wang Xiaomao, with bulging muscles, like a moving mountain of flesh.

He rushed into the house and, without saying a word, grabbed Zhang Yifan from the ground like a chick. Zhang Yifan's feet dangled in the air, and he struggled frantically, but he couldn't break free from Li Dani's iron grip at all.

"You dare hit my brother? You're asking for trouble!" Li Daniu glared fiercely at Zhang Yifan, a sinister smile on his face, and swung his hand, slapping Zhang Yifan hard across the face.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" After a few slaps, Zhang Yifan's face swelled up like a pig's head, a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and he felt dizzy and almost fainted.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaomao finally smiled and waved his hand: "Alright, Da Niu, that's enough. Don't kill him, or who will clean the library for us?"

Li Daniu reluctantly let go, slamming Zhang Yifan heavily to the ground.

Zhang Yifan covered his face and lay on the ground for a long time, unable to get up. He felt as if his whole body was falling apart.

Wang Xiaomao looked down at him, his tone full of contempt:

"Kid, let's see if you dare to rebel again. Remember, go and clean the library later, and don't let me hear any more complaints, or you'll be sorry."

Zhang Yifan's face stung with pain, but what tormented him even more was the humiliation he felt inside.

He's never been a strong-willed person since childhood, but he's never been treated this badly before.

He never imagined that after transmigrating to this world, he would end up in such a predicament. He gritted his teeth, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.

Wang Xiaomao and Li Daniu laughed triumphantly and walked away, leaving Zhang Yifan lying alone on the ground.

After a long while, Zhang Yifan finally struggled to his feet.

He staggered to a broken bronze mirror in the room, looked at himself in the mirror, his face swollen beyond recognition, both strange and familiar.

Just then, a strong feeling of dizziness struck, followed by a flood of memories that were not his own.

"This is..." Zhang Yifan covered his head, trying to process these sudden memories.

It turns out that he had indeed traveled to another world.

The owner of this body shares the same name as him, Zhang Yifan. This world is not Earth, but a cultivation world called Qingzhou, where the strong are respected and sects abound. Zhang Yifan's location is Lingyun Sword Sect, one of the seven major sects of Qingzhou.

This boy, Zhang Yifan, lost both his parents at a young age and lived on the streets.

He became a destitute beggar in Qingzhou City. Later, by chance, he was taken in as a menial disciple by the Lingyun Sword Sect, and from then on, he lived a life of being bullied and driven around in the sect.

From these memories, Zhang Yifan learned that this boy had struggled with poverty and humiliation all his life, suffering bullying and cold looks, and could hardly see any hope.

Young Zhang Yifan had no background or talent for cultivation, and his status in the sect was low. Even the other disciples among the menial servants could bully him at will.

He could only endure it silently, and even when he was beaten and covered in bruises, he dared not put up any resistance.

Zhang Yifan closed his eyes in pain, feeling the intense emotional impact brought by the original owner's memories.

How similar is the tragic fate of young Zhang Yifan to his own predicament in modern society? He too once harbored dreams, hoping to change his destiny through his own efforts. After graduating from university, he was full of hope to find an ideal job and realize his value in life.

But harsh reality showed him just how big the gap was between his dreams and reality.

After repeatedly failing to find a job, he eventually became a food delivery driver, working tirelessly in the wind and rain every day for a meager income, leaving him physically and mentally exhausted.

Although life in modern society is not ideal, compared to the fate of young Zhang Yifan, at least I can survive and still have the opportunity to pursue my dreams.

And what about young Zhang Yifan? Having lost his family at a young age, in this cruel world of cultivation, without talent or background, he can only eke out a living like an ant, living a life of being bullied every day.

Zhang Yifan's resentment and anger grew stronger. He gritted his teeth and silently vowed:

"I will no longer let myself be bullied like before! Since this world has brought me here, I must change my destiny!"

A few days later, Zhang Yifan gradually adapted to his new body and slowly accepted the new identity he had to face.

He understood his position within the Lingyun Sword Sect and realized that people like Wang Xiaomao and Li Daniu, relying on the support of outer disciple Zhao Hu, were bullying him at will.

The disciples, both inside and outside the sect, would not take him, a menial disciple, seriously at all.

Lingyun Sword Sect, as one of the seven major sects in Qingzhou, is full of experts and has many disciples.

However, all of this was too far away for Zhang Yifan. With his current status, he didn't even have the qualifications to cultivate; the only thing he could do was clean the scripture pavilion.

Every time he thought about these things, Zhang Yifan's anger and resentment burned like a raging fire.

He knew perfectly well that the only way to change his fate in this world was to become stronger.

Resentment solves nothing. Only by having strength can you prevent others from looking down on you and stop becoming someone else's stepping stone.