I cultivate the Chaos Technique

In the stillness of the night, all was quiet except for the rustling sound of a gentle breeze passing through the treetops.

Zhang Yifan hid in a thicket outside the cave, his breathing barely perceptible, his entire being completely blending into the surrounding environment.

His eyes were sharp as he stared intently at the cave entrance, the tension of the impending revelation making every nerve taut.

He returned to the secluded cave once more, this time determined to uncover the whole truth. He could faintly hear voices around him; holding his breath, he slowly approached the cave entrance, straining to listen.

"Your Holiness, Zhang Yifan has begun investigating us." A familiar voice came from behind, Wang Daoming's voice, tinged with unease and tension. Clearly, he was uneasy about Zhang Yifan's investigation, fearing that things would be exposed.

“It’s alright.” The Holy Son’s voice came from the cave, calm and confident. His tone was calm and unsettling, as if Zhang Yifan’s investigation was nothing to him. “He’s just a greenhorn. Even if he finds some clues, it won’t shake our plans.”

Zhang Yifan's heart sank. The Holy Son's voice further confirmed his earlier suspicions. The Holy Son's calmness and composure indicated that he had immense confidence in his conspiracy, a confidence stemming from his control over the overall situation and his meticulous planning to deal with Zhang Yifan. At this moment, Zhang Yifan deeply felt that this Holy Son was far more dangerous and cunning than he had imagined.

Just then, another voice came from inside the cave, a voice that Zhang Yifan recognized just as well. The voice was deep and tinged with resentment; it was Ling Feng. He had suffered a great loss at Zhang Yifan's hands before, and now, his pride and self-esteem had been completely destroyed by Zhang Yifan.

“Your Holiness,” Ling Feng’s voice was filled with suppressed anger, “that brat Zhang Yifan is truly despicable. He dared to humiliate me in front of everyone. I cannot swallow this insult!”

Zhang Yifan's brow twitched slightly. It turned out that Ling Feng was also involved in this matter. Ling Feng was the Holy Son's most trusted henchman. He usually relied on the Holy Son's protection to act arrogantly and domineeringly within the sect. Now that he had been severely injured, he still dared to bark.

“Ling Feng,” the Holy Son’s voice remained calm, but with a hint of authority in it, “You have followed me for many years and have always been loyal. Naturally, I will not let you suffer such injustice. Zhang Yifan is just a nobody. He dares to provoke you within the sect, which is to provoke me.”

“But… Zhang Yifan’s strength…” Ling Feng’s voice was tinged with hesitation and unease. He knew the gap between himself and Zhang Yifan.

“No need to worry,” the Holy Son said calmly. “No matter how strong Zhang Yifan is, he is nothing more than a brave fool. We have already laid a trap, just waiting for him to walk into it. Ling Feng, what you need to do is to deliver a fatal blow at the right time.”

Hearing this, Zhang Yifan's anger burned even brighter. He understood that the Holy Son not only saw him as a thorn in his side, but had also meticulously planned a conspiracy to avenge Ling Feng. Ling Feng had once been a loyal dog of the Holy Son, and now that he had been defeated, the Holy Son would naturally not let it go.

What exactly was the "grand plan" that the Holy Son mentioned? Countless questions surged in Zhang Yifan's mind, but he knew that he had to stay calm and rational at the moment.

He quickly returned to his residence and compiled all his discoveries from the past few days into a book, intending to reveal everything at the sect's public assembly. However, as his emotions calmed down, he realized that with this information alone, he still wouldn't be able to kill the Holy Son with a single blow.

The Holy Son's methods and cunning are far more complex than they appear on the surface; rash action will only lead to his own destruction.

A few days later, the sect held an important public meeting. At this meeting, the sect elders would discuss many internal affairs, including the recent missions carried out by the disciples.

Zhang Yifan stood quietly in the crowd, waiting for his chance. The atmosphere of the conference was solemn. The elders reported on various matters in turn, and the discussions were sometimes heated and sometimes silent. Everyone was focused on the issues, and no one noticed Zhang Yifan standing in the crowd.

When the discussion turned to the recent missions carried out by the sect disciples, Zhang Yifan suddenly spoke up, his tone calm yet carrying a sense of pressure: "Elders, fellow disciples, I would like to raise a question. There seem to be some inaccuracies in the recent mission intelligence."

His words immediately drew everyone's attention, and all eyes turned to him. The elders exchanged glances, and a brief silence fell over the room.

The Holy Son stood at the front of the crowd, his gaze sharp, and smiled faintly: "Junior Brother Zhang, what do you mean by this? Do you perhaps suspect that the sect's mission arrangements are flawed?"

Zhang Yifan did not back down and met the Holy Son's gaze. He had already made up his mind: "Senior Brother Holy Son, you misunderstand. I just felt that some information was not detailed enough, which almost caused me to lose my life when I was carrying out the mission."

If such matters are not taken seriously, they could cause even greater harm to other disciples of the sect.

The Holy Son narrowed his eyes slightly, his smile deepening: "Junior Brother truly cares deeply for his fellow disciples. In that case, why not let us witness your strength in the next disciple competition?"

This was a challenge, an open challenge. Zhang Yifan knew that the Holy Son was declaring war on him in this way, and he had no way out.

This so-called "Disciple Grand Competition" is ostensibly a friendly competition among disciples within the sect, but in reality, the Holy Son is extending an invitation to him for a life-or-death battle.

“Senior Brother Holy Son, it would be too unsatisfying if we didn’t see him accept defeat wholeheartedly during the competition.”

Ling Feng suddenly spoke, his tone filled with resentment towards Zhang Yifan. He had clearly made up his mind to completely crush Zhang Yifan during the competition.

Zhang Yifan nodded calmly: "Since Senior Brother Holy Son is willing, then I will certainly accompany you."

A commotion immediately erupted in the main hall. The disciples whispered among themselves, clearly surprised and excited by this sudden challenge.

The atmosphere between the two instantly became tense, and everyone could feel the invisible gunpowder.

Back at his lodgings, Zhang Yifan quietly pondered his next move. He knew that the Holy Son would not let him off easily, and he would not sit idly by and wait for his doom.

The Holy Son's insidious methods have been exposed. He is clearly no longer satisfied with manipulating things from the shadows, but wants to use this competition to completely eliminate this "trouble".

Zhang Yifan, however, would not sit idly by and await the judgment of fate; he would reveal the true face of the Holy Son in this competition.

Just a few days later, the sect officially announced the disciple competition. This competition will be held in three months, and all inner disciples will participate.

Zhang Yifan knew this was his final showdown with the Holy Son. Gazing at the darkening sky outside the window, an unwavering conviction ignited within him. Regardless of the outcome, he would do everything in his power to expose the Holy Son's true nature and reveal his conspiracy to the world.

Zhang Yifan clenched his fist and silently prayed, "Holy Son, are you ready? This battle will decide the outcome."

However, Zhang Yifan needed to make more preparations before this duel. He knew that the Holy Son would not take him lightly; his schemes and influence were already deeply entrenched, and he might even launch a surprise attack on him before the disciple competition.

Zhang Yifan gazed into the distance, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. Three months—not a long time, not a short time—was enough for him to prepare for this fateful showdown.

Meanwhile, the Holy Son was also secretly making plans. His vision extended far beyond that of ordinary disciples, not just to Zhang Yifan, but to the future of the entire sect.

Zhang Yifan's sudden rise to power, and the potential hidden strength behind him, made the Holy Son feel a sense of threat. Especially after Zhang Yifan defeated Ling Feng and was taken in as a disciple by the Supreme Elder Xuan Kongzi.

Although Xuan Kongzi was only a Supreme Elder, he was the only person in the Lingyun Sword Sect who could rival his grandfather, the Supreme Sect Master Ling Jianzu.

They were both at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. If Xuan Kongzi were to advance to the Divine Transformation stage before his grandfather, his status as the Holy Son would be in grave danger.

Ling Feng was once an important pawn of the Holy Son, but now he is a useless piece. The Holy Son understands that Zhang Yifan's rise is no accident; this young man not only possesses outstanding strength but also extremely strong judgment and determination.

If he is allowed to continue growing, he will inevitably become a formidable opponent in the future. Therefore, the Holy Son decided to eliminate Zhang Yifan completely as soon as possible.

As time passed, the atmosphere within the sect grew increasingly tense. Everyone was talking about the upcoming disciple competition, especially the duel between Zhang Yifan and the Holy Son. Although most people didn't think Zhang Yifan had a chance, believing he was throwing his eggs against a rock, those with discerning eyes knew that while the competition appeared to be a battle between Zhang Yifan and the Holy Son, it was actually a struggle between the Supreme Elder Xuan Kongzi and the Supreme Sect Master Ling Jianzu.