I cultivate the Chaos Technique

The bamboo forest is shrouded in shadows and thick fog.

Zhang Yifan stood at the edge of the bamboo forest, his expression solemn. The bamboo snake in his hand was coiled in his sleeve, emitting a faint hiss, as if warning him of the danger ahead.

He had heard of the eeriness and mystery of the bamboo forest before, but only after stepping into it in person today did he realize its danger.

At this moment, Zhang Yifan had only one thought in his mind: to find his second senior sister, Lin Qingzhu.

"Take me to her."

Zhang Yifan spoke coldly to the bamboo snake hidden in his sleeve.

The bamboo snake responded to the call and transformed into a beam of light, guiding him toward the depths of the bamboo forest.

Zhang Yifan rode his sword, transforming into a streak of light, and followed closely behind.

As the overlord of the bamboo forest, the Bamboo Snake is familiar with everything here.

Guided by it, Zhang Yifan moved through the bamboo forest as if he were a fish in water.

However, as he ventured deeper into the bamboo forest, he found the atmosphere around him to become increasingly oppressive, with a faint, bloody stench emanating from the thick fog, sending chills down his spine.

Suddenly, the bamboo snake stopped ahead and hissed softly, as if it had discovered something.

Zhang Yifan immediately sheathed his sword and focused his gaze ahead. Through the dense bamboo leaves, he saw a scrambled clearing.

The open space was littered with corpses lying haphazardly.

Zhang Yifan's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly approached. The ground was littered with the corpses of cultivators from different sects, their clothes bearing the emblems of their respective sects.

The disciples of the Beast Taming Sect still clutched the tattered Beast Taming Talisman tightly in their hands.

The disciples of Medicine King Valley had their robes stained red with blood.

The mechanical puppets of the Thousand Machines Sect disciples lay scattered on the ground, while the disciples of the Heavenly Profound Sect died with empty eyes, their faces unseeing grievances...

Zhang Yifan's gaze swept over the corpses, a chill running through his heart. A fierce battle had taken place here, yet without exception, the wounds on these corpses were all from being torn apart by the claws of demonic beasts.

"In the end what happened……"

Zhang Yifan frowned, a sense of unease rising in his heart. He walked to the side of a disciple wearing the robes of the Lingyun Sword Sect. The disciple's face still bore a look of terror, as if he had seen an extremely terrifying being in the last moments of his life.

Zhang Yifan's heart sank. His second senior sister, Lin Qingzhu, and other Lingyun Sword Sect disciples had also ventured deep into the bamboo forest. Had they encountered the same danger? An overwhelming anxiety rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Second Senior Sister, please don't let anything happen to you..."

Zhang Yifan murmured, a resolute glint in his eyes. Without further hesitation, he formed a hand seal, and the Ghost Bamboo Serpent hissed once more, carrying him deeper into the depths.

As he ventured deeper, the scene on the ground became increasingly horrific.

The sparse corpses gradually became denser, as if every inch of the bamboo forest had been soaked in blood.

Water droplets dripping from the bamboo leaves were stained red, and a heavy stench of blood permeated the mist, as if one had entered a hellish realm.

The surrounding bamboo forest grew increasingly eerie, the bamboo leaves rustling in the wind like the whispers of countless departed souls.

Zhang Yifan spread his divine sense, sensing the changes in the surrounding atmosphere, but still could not find any trace of his second senior sister.

His heart raced, and the worry between his brows deepened.

Suddenly, he saw another open space ahead, with even more corpses lying on the ground.

Zhang Yifan glanced at the corpses and found that most of them were inner disciples of the Lingyun Sword Sect.

He immediately flew over and carefully examined the area, secretly praying that Lin Qingzhu was not among them.

He walked up to the body of a female disciple, his heart tightening suddenly, but he breathed a sigh of relief after seeing her face clearly—it was not Lin Qingzhu.

But this feeling of relief was followed by a pang of guilt. He suppressed his emotions and continued on his way.

"Corpses littered the fields; what secrets lie hidden within this bamboo forest...?"

Zhang Yifan gritted his teeth, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He was increasingly worried about his second senior sister's safety, and his pace quickened once more.

The bamboo snake seemed to sense Zhang Yifan's anxiety, its hissing becoming increasingly urgent as it carried him through the bamboo forest.

The fog swirled around them, seemingly trying to block their path. Zhang Yifan, however, showed no hesitation; his sword flashed, cleaving through the thick fog with unstoppable force.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yifan finally sensed a familiar fluctuation of spiritual energy.

His expression hardened, and he immediately accelerated towards the direction of the fluctuations. As the distance closed, the spiritual energy fluctuations became clearer, and he immediately recognized it as Lin Qingzhu's aura!

"Second Senior Sister!" Zhang Yifan was overjoyed, but then felt anxious because he also sensed another strong demonic aura surrounding Lin Qingzhu.

Finally, Zhang Yifan passed through the bamboo forest, and a bright and open space appeared before him.

He saw the open space where Lin Qingzhu was being besieged by several demonic beasts! Sword light crisscrossed around her, and her sharp sword energy clashed with the demonic beasts' claws, stirring up waves of spiritual energy.

However, she looked slightly tired, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, indicating that she was clearly in the midst of a tough battle.

Several disciples of the Lingyun Sword Sect lay sprawled on the ground, covered in blood, weak, and some even dead.

The scene was like a battlefield, making Zhang Yifan's heart tighten suddenly.

"Senior sister!"

Zhang Yifan roared, and his long sword was suddenly drawn. The power of his golden core instantly condensed into a dazzling sword light, which pierced the sky and struck the horde of demonic beasts.

"boom--!"

The sword light erupted like thunder, creating a deafening crackling sound in the air. The demonic beasts were utterly unable to withstand Zhang Yifan's sword energy; they were all blasted away, collapsing into pools of blood.

Hearing the noise behind her, Lin Qingzhu turned around abruptly. When she saw Zhang Yifan, her eyes flashed with surprise and disbelief. Her heart skipped a beat, and a strong emotional surge welled up inside her.

"Junior brother..."

Lin Qingzhu murmured to herself, her voice trembling slightly. She could hardly believe that Zhang Yifan had appeared here at this critical moment, as if a ray of light had shone into her predicament.

Zhang Yifan's appearance warmed her heart; it was a sense of reliance and security she had never felt in battle.

Looking at Zhang Yifan before her, she was filled with mixed emotions, grateful for his timely appearance and awestruck by the powerful strength he displayed.

Zhang Yifan flew to Lin Qingzhu's side on his sword, glanced around at the surrounding demonic beasts, and confirmed that they had not completely retreated and were still watching them menacingly.

His gaze was cold and his killing intent was palpable.

"Senior sister, are you alright?" Zhang Yifan asked in a deep voice, his tone filled with undisguised concern.

Lin Qingzhu took a deep breath, suppressing her excitement, and shook her head: "I'm fine, it's just my fellow disciples..."

She glanced at the Lingyun Sword Sect disciple lying on the ground, her expression somber. Zhang Yifan's gaze turned cold, and his true essence instantly condensed within him.

He suddenly raised his hand, and the sword light swept towards the horde of demonic beasts like a tornado.

"Don't even think about hurting my senior sister!" Zhang Yifan roared, unleashing a torrent of sword energy that surrounded the demonic beasts. The beasts, battered by the sword energy, cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground moments later, blood splattering everywhere.

Watching Zhang Yifan forcefully repel the demonic beast, Lin Qingzhu felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She couldn't help but think of her junior brother who used to follow her around, now becoming her support. A tenderness flashed in her eyes, an indescribable sense of relief and emotion.

Zhang Yifan sheathed his longsword, turned to look at Lin Qingzhu, his gaze firm yet gentle: "Second Senior Sister, we must leave here as soon as possible. There are even more powerful beings deep within the bamboo forest."

Lin Qingzhu nodded, looking at Zhang Yifan with a complicated expression, a subtle emotional fluctuation rising in her heart.

Just as they were about to say something, a deep roar suddenly came from the depths of the bamboo forest, as if some powerful being was approaching.

Zhang Yifan's expression hardened, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes:

"It seems the real danger is yet to come."