I cultivate the Chaos Technique

Standing in the courtyard, Zhang Yifan felt a powerful aura approaching him.

He knew that the powerful backer behind Zhao Hu and the others had finally arrived. As their aura drew closer, a young man dressed in a blue robe stepped into the courtyard.

This person is named Ling Feng. He is an inner disciple who has already reached the early stage of Foundation Establishment at a young age. Many disciples in the sect have great respect for him.

Ling Feng's face was sharply defined, his gaze piercing, and he exuded a powerful sword intent, as if a sharp sword had been drawn from its sheath. He stared coldly at Zhang Yifan, a hint of contempt in his eyes.

"So you're Zhang Yifan?" Ling Feng's voice was deep and cold, carrying an undeniable pressure. "I heard you injured my junior brother Liu Qiang?"

Zhang Yifan met Ling Feng's gaze without fear. Although he knew in his heart that the other party's strength was far superior to his own, he was fearless. After days of cultivation and breakthroughs, he was no longer the weakling who could be bullied by others.

“That’s right, I injured him.” Zhang Yifan’s tone was calm, but his eyes showed determination. “They were bullying others, and I was just defending myself.”

Ling Feng sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes: "A mere mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator dares to act tough in front of me? Today, let me see just how capable you really are!"

With that, a flash of cold light appeared in Ling Feng's hand, and a spirit sword materialized. This sword was three feet long, its blade as smooth as autumn water, radiating a chilling aura that seemed capable of cutting through the air. Ling Feng swung the sword, its light flashing, and a sharp sword intent swept over everyone.

"You don't have a sword?" Ling Feng glanced at Zhang Yifan and, seeing that he was empty-handed, couldn't help but sneer, "A menial disciple is indeed a menial disciple. You don't even have a sword, yet you dare to fight me?"

Although Zhang Yifan was furious, he was not provoked by Ling Feng's taunts. He knew that he had no way out in this battle, and even if he was unarmed, he could not show weakness.

"So what if I don't have a sword?" Zhang Yifan's gaze was firm. "The path of cultivation lies not in weapons, but in the heart. You may have a sword, but that doesn't necessarily mean you can defeat me."

Ling Feng snorted coldly: "Arrogant!"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Feng brandished his longsword, unleashing a torrent of sword energy that struck Zhang Yifan's vitals. The sword light was as swift as lightning, and a chill instantly filled the air, as if even space itself had been torn apart.

Zhang Yifan showed no fear in the face of such fierce sword energy. He quickly mobilized his spiritual power, and all his spiritual power instantly condensed between his palms.

He formed hand seals, fully activating the Chaos Technique within his body, his fists faintly glowing as he met Ling Feng's sword energy.

The sword light and the force of the fist collided fiercely in the air, producing a deafening roar. Zhang Yifan felt a tingling numbness in his arm, but with his tenacious will, he steadied himself and was not knocked back by Ling Feng's sword energy.

"You have some skill." A hint of surprise flashed in Ling Feng's eyes, but he immediately sneered, "However, how could you, unarmed, possibly be my match!"

Ling Feng gripped the sword with both hands, and the spiritual power on the sword suddenly increased. His body transformed into a sword shadow, instantly closing in on Zhang Yifan. The long sword swiftly attacked Zhang Yifan's throat like a venomous snake.

Zhang Yifan's expression was solemn; he knew that this attack from his opponent was no small matter. He took a deep breath, circulated his spiritual energy to its limit, and formed a hand seal once more. His spiritual energy erupted instantly, and his hands became afterimages as he met Ling Feng's sword.

"Chaos Palm!"

Zhang Yifan roared, a powerful spiritual force gathering between his palms, as if an invisible beast was roaring. He swiftly struck out with both hands, the palm wind striking Ling Feng's longsword like thunder.

The sword's edge and the palm's wind clashed in mid-air, causing intense spiritual energy fluctuations to scatter in all directions, and the powerful shockwave shattered the surrounding ground into pieces.

Zhang Yifan's palms and Ling Feng's sword were locked in a stalemate in mid-air, and he was not immediately suppressed.

Ling Feng frowned slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected Zhang Yifan to be able to fight against his spirit sword with his bare hands.

His sword continued to press down, but Zhang Yifan withstood the force with his powerful spiritual energy.

"You actually managed to block my sword? Good, very good!" Ling Feng laughed in anger. He abruptly withdrew his longsword, and the sword light flashed in the air before attacking Zhang Yifan again. This time, his sword light was even more fierce, and the spiritual power on the sword seemed to roar, carrying a world-destroying aura.

Zhang Yifan took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and his spiritual energy surged wildly within him once more. He knew that this attack had to be delivered with all his might, or he would have no chance of survival.

Just as Ling Feng's sword light was about to fall, Zhang Yifan suddenly opened his eyes, threw out his fists, and the wind from his fists was like an angry dragon emerging from the sea, directly meeting Ling Feng's sword edge.

"boom!"

The two forces collided violently in mid-air once more, unleashing a deafening roar. Zhang Yifan felt a tremendous impact, sending him flying backward, blood gushing from his mouth. But he still managed to stand up, his fists clenched, his gaze as resolute as ever.

Ling Feng was also forced back several steps by the force, his expression changing slightly. He looked down at the longsword in his hand and noticed a crack had appeared on its blade.

A look of horror and anger flashed in Ling Feng's eyes. He never expected that this menial disciple could actually withstand his spirit sword with his bare hands and almost damage his weapon. You must know that his sword is a low-grade spirit weapon.

Generally speaking, low-grade spiritual weapons are extremely rare among the inner disciples of the Lingyun Sword Sect. Most inner disciples only possess high-grade magic weapons. Only a very small number of inner disciples possess top-grade magic weapons. Those who possess low-grade spiritual weapons either have made significant contributions to the sect and received rewards from the sect, or they obtained them through trials in the Sword Tomb.

Ling Feng's low-grade spiritual weapon was given to him by the Holy Son of Lingyun Sword Sect, who was his lackey.

"Damn servant, how dare you damage my spiritual weapon!" Ling Feng roared, his spiritual power erupting completely. The longsword in his hand shone brightly, and he became like a sharp sword, charging straight at Zhang Yifan with endless killing intent.

Zhang Yifan had reached his limit; his spiritual energy was almost completely depleted. But he knew there was no turning back now. He gritted his teeth, forcibly mobilizing his remaining spiritual energy, and once again gathered a powerful aura in his fists.

"Fight!"

Zhang Yifan roared and unleashed his final punch, the force of which was like a thunderclap, directly striking Ling Feng's sword. The two forces collided in mid-air, and Ling Feng's sword light shattered, the blade breaking into countless fragments that scattered in all directions.

Ling Feng was sent flying by the punch, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood and turning ashen-faced. He struggled to his feet, his face filled with shock and resentment, his eyes blazing with anger and humiliation.

"This... is impossible..." Ling Feng struggled to lift his head, looking at Zhang Yifan with disbelief in his eyes. He, a cultivator at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, had actually been defeated by a mere Qi Refining mid-stage youth with his bare hands. This was an utter disgrace.

Although Zhang Yifan won, he had reached his limit. His spiritual power was almost exhausted, and he was swaying precariously. However, he still stood tall and looked coldly at Ling Feng, his aura unstoppable.

Just then, a deep voice suddenly rang out from the sky: "Stop!"

With that command, a powerful spiritual pressure descended, instantly enveloping the entire courtyard. Zhang Yifan felt his body sink, as if carrying a thousand-pound burden, making it almost impossible for him to stand.

A figure in cyan robes descended from the sky and landed in the courtyard. This person was none other than Feng Wuji, the elder of the Enforcement Hall of the Lingyun Sword Sect. His face was cold and his eyes were like knives as he swept over the mess in the courtyard and finally settled on Zhang Yifan.

Feng Wuji's gaze was icy, and his voice was as chilling as a cold wind: "Zhang Yifan, although you were lucky enough to defeat Ling Feng, do you know that your actions have committed the crime of insubordination? A mere mid-stage Qi Refining servant disciple dared to attack a Foundation Establishment stage inner disciple. It is simply disrespectful to one's elders!"

Zhang Yifan's heart sank, a sense of foreboding creeping in. He knew the other party meant no good and was about to defend himself when Feng Wuji, refusing to allow him to speak, coldly said, "According to the sect rules, your cultivation should be abolished and you should be expelled from the sect!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yifan felt a violent shock. He had just embarked on the path of cultivation, yet he was to have his cultivation abolished and be expelled from the sect because of this battle? His heart was filled with anger and resentment, but he was powerless to resist Feng Wuji's domineering power.

"Elder, this disciple was merely acting in self-defense and had no intention of provoking anyone," Zhang Yifan explained, suppressing his anger as he clasped his hands in a fist salute.

However, Feng Wuji ignored his explanation and sneered, "Ling Feng is the junior brother of the Holy Son of Lingyun Sword Sect. How dare you disrespect him? You are simply courting death!"

Just as Feng Wuji was about to cripple Zhang Yifan's cultivation, a deep and majestic voice suddenly came from afar: "Wait!"

With this command, a powerful sword aura swept in from the horizon, instantly forcing back the sword aura in Feng Wuji's hand. An elderly man with white hair and beard walked slowly over; he was none other than Xuan Kongzi, the Supreme Elder of the Lingyun Sword Sect.

Xuan Kongzi gave Feng Wuji a stern look and said calmly, "Elder Feng, Zhang Yifan was merely acting in self-defense. What crime has he committed? As an elder of the Enforcement Hall, you should handle this matter impartially. How can you disregard the sect rules for personal reasons?"

Feng Wuji's heart skipped a beat. He quickly sheathed his longsword and bowed respectfully: "Elder, this disciple is only acting in accordance with the sect rules and dares not show any favoritism."

Xuan Kongzi snorted coldly, clearly not believing his excuse. He then turned his gaze to Zhang Yifan, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes: "Zhang Yifan, I see that you have already entered the mid-stage of Qi Refining at such a young age, and you even fought against a low-grade spiritual weapon with your bare hands. You are a promising talent. I wonder if you would be willing to become my disciple?"

Zhang Yifan quickly bowed and said, "Master, please accept my bow."

Xuan Kongzi nodded, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Don't be too happy yet. In the path of cultivation, strength is paramount. With your current cultivation level, I can only accept you as a nominal disciple. You will formally become my disciple after you reach the Foundation Establishment stage. From now on, the path of cultivation will be arduous, so you must be even more diligent and never become arrogant or complacent."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yifan was overjoyed and immediately knelt down, saying, "Thank you, Supreme Elder! This disciple will certainly live up to your expectations!"

Xuan Kongzi smiled slightly, a hint of expectation in his eyes: "Cultivate diligently. If you have any questions, you may come to me at any time."

After speaking, Xuan Kongzi turned and left, leaving Feng Wuji standing respectfully to the side, not daring to voice any further objections.

Zhang Yifan watched Xuan Kongzi's departing figure, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He knew that although he had preserved his cultivation today and gained the favor of a Supreme Elder, the path of cultivation was still full of challenges.

After Xuan Kongzi walked away, Feng Wuji turned to Zhang Yifan and said, "Yifan, now that you have reached the mid-stage of Qi Refining, you are qualified to become an outer disciple. Once you reach the Foundation Establishment stage, you can enter the inner sect. However, at that time, you can become a true disciple after formally becoming a disciple of the Supreme Elder. You must cultivate diligently and not be negligent, lest you fail to live up to the Supreme Elder's painstaking efforts."

Zhang Yifan nodded and said, "This disciple will follow Elder Feng's teachings!" But inwardly he couldn't help but sneer, "This old guy changes his tune so quickly. But he has a point. In this world where strength reigns supreme, being weak is the original sin."

"Lingyun Sword Sect, I, Zhang Yifan, will never submit to any power. As long as I continue to grow stronger, one day I will stand at the highest point and look down on everything!" Zhang Yifan vowed in his heart, his gaze firm.