I cultivate the Chaos Technique

Now it was time to settle the score for being outmaneuvered. The life-or-death crisis from a few days ago was still vivid in his mind; the strength of that demonic beast far exceeded the intelligence he had received. If he hadn't fought with all his might at the last moment, he would probably already be a cold corpse in the wilderness.

At that moment, a burning rage and a sense of unease ignited within him. Who was pulling the strings behind all this? Why did they want to kill him? He gritted his teeth, determined to uncover the truth no matter what.

On his way back to the sect, Zhang Yifan began to carefully recall every detail before the mission. The mission information came from a senior elder within the sect, who was responsible for the allocation of most missions and was usually known for his cautious approach.

However, the various anomalies during this mission made Zhang Yifan suspect that the elder might be being manipulated, or that he was actually part of the conspiracy. Zhang Yifan understood that the elder might just be a decoy, and the real mastermind was hiding deeper within. He decided to start with the elder, following the clues to find the person behind it all.

Upon returning to his sect, Zhang Yifan did not act immediately but patiently waited for the right opportunity. He understood that rash action would only alert the enemy. A few days later, he finally found an opportunity and "accidentally" met the elder at a sect gathering.

This "chance encounter" was the result of his careful planning. He cleverly used conversation to steer the topic toward the assignment of tasks, and casually brought up the unusual nature of the demonic beast. Sure enough, he noticed something amiss in the elder's eyes. Although the elder tried his best to conceal it, Zhang Yifan did not miss the momentary guilt and unease he felt.

Over the next few days, Zhang Yifan secretly observed the elder's movements. He was cautious, making sure no one noticed his intentions. Sure enough, after a few public appearances, the elder quickly held several secret meetings with an unidentified inner disciple.

The inner disciple was named Wang Daoming. On the surface, he was an unremarkable ordinary inner disciple with no outstanding reputation within the sect. However, Zhang Yifan, with his rich combat experience, keenly sensed an unusual aura emanating from Wang Daoming.

This person is definitely not simple; he is not just an ordinary disciple.

As time went on, Zhang Yifan's suspicions about Wang Daoming grew stronger. He observed every move Wang Daoming made, and these actions seemed to conceal a more complex conspiracy. Finally, Zhang Yifan made a decision: he had to meet Wang Daoming in person and find out his true nature.

One late night, the moonlight, like water, spilled onto the stone path of the sect. Zhang Yifan quietly sneaked into Wang Daoming's residence. He spread his spiritual sense and carefully searched the surroundings, but found nothing unusual.

This made Zhang Yifan even more puzzled. Logically speaking, a character hidden in the shadows should have more stringent precautions. Was he overconfident, or was there another expert behind him setting up a protective array? Zhang Yifan dared not be careless. He slowly approached and, through the window, saw Wang Daoming inside, flipping through scrolls of documents. Zhang Yifan held his breath, patiently waiting for his opportunity.

Suddenly, Wang Daoming put down the documents in his hand, got up and left the house, heading towards the dense forest behind the sect's mountain.

Zhang Yifan followed closely behind, his footsteps as light as falling leaves, making no sound at all. Wang Daoming traversed the dense forest for half an hour before finally entering a hidden cave. Zhang Yifan pressed himself against the cave entrance, holding his breath and straining his ears, listening to the low murmurs of conversation coming from inside.

“The mission failed,” Wang Daoming’s voice trembled slightly. “The monster failed to kill Zhang Yifan, and he’s starting to have doubts now.”

“It’s alright,” a strange voice replied coldly. “We have a next step in our plan. Zhang Yifan is just a nobody; he can only find out part of the truth.”

Zhang Yifan frowned slightly; the stranger's voice gave him a sense of danger. He continued to listen quietly, trying to memorize all the information.

“Continue according to plan,” the man ordered. “Don’t give anything away. As for Zhang Yifan, I have my own plans.”

Wang Daoming agreed, and then the sound of their footsteps faded into the distance. Zhang Yifan remained motionless until he was certain the two had left the cave, then quietly revealed himself. His eyes were bright and sharp—he had grasped the crucial information.

Although he had never heard the stranger's voice before, Zhang Yifan could sense that there must be a deeper conspiracy behind this person, and he was determined to continue investigating.

Back at his residence, Zhang Yifan pieced together everything he had heard. He realized that this conspiracy might involve a higher-ranking figure within the sect.

Wang Daoming was merely a pawn, while the true mastermind remained hidden deeper within. He decided to begin his investigation by examining Wang Daoming's background.

A few days later, Zhang Yifan, through some connections within the sect, found a former friend of Wang Daoming. This friend and Wang Daoming had once been fellow disciples and shared a deep friendship.

Zhang Yifan didn't ask directly, but instead probed subtly, eventually learning that Wang Daoming and the Holy Son had once had close ties. This discovery weighed heavily on Zhang Yifan's mind.

The Holy Son is one of the core figures of the sect. How could he be involved with an inner disciple like Wang Daoming? The Holy Son has always enjoyed a high reputation within the sect. If he really participated in this conspiracy, then the matter is not just a simple personal grudge.

Zhang Yifan sensed that a much larger storm was brewing, but he understood that the current clues were insufficient to deal with the Holy Son. He needed to find more conclusive evidence.

So he continued his covert investigation, focusing his attention on the Holy Son's movements. A few days later, he finally found a new clue—on the eve of his mission, the Holy Son had secretly met with an unidentified outsider.

Based on his intuition and years of experience, Zhang Yifan realized that this outsider was likely the mastermind behind this conspiracy. He had to find him, find out his identity, and what connection he had with the Holy Son.

To avoid attracting attention, Zhang Yifan decided to take further action. He began to secretly follow the Holy Son and his confidants, trying to gather as much information as possible.

After several attempts to track and observe, Zhang Yifan finally discovered a secret meeting place—a hidden cave located in the back mountains of the sect. Zhang Yifan knew that crucial evidence was likely hidden there.

He had made up his mind and decided to take the risk and explore the cave himself under the cover of night. This cave seemed to hold the truth he had been searching for, and he was prepared to face any potential danger.

At this moment, Zhang Yifan's heart was like a long-accumulated thunderbolt, ready to erupt at any moment. He knew that once he entered this cave, he might uncover a huge conspiracy, which would change the fate of him and the entire sect.