I cultivate the Chaos Technique

Chapter 163 Dream Flower

As soon as he stepped into the cave, an even stronger, more eerie aura assaulted his senses, almost suffocating him. Zhang Yifan quickly activated the Chaos Technique, increasing his spiritual energy output, barely managing to adapt to the cave's environment. He looked around and found the cave dark and damp, the walls covered in moss, and puddles on the ground emitting a putrid stench. Deep within the cave, a faint light flickered, like a star in the night sky, drawing Zhang Yifan's gaze.

A surge of hope welled up in Zhang Yifan's heart, and he strode towards the light. As he drew closer, the light became clearer, and he finally saw that it emanated from a blooming flower. The flower was a dreamlike purple, its petals crystal clear, as if sculpted from the purest crystal. A faint golden light flowed from its stamen, emanating a mysterious and captivating aura—it was the Dream Flower he had been searching for.

Zhang Yifan was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. After overcoming countless hardships, he had finally found this crucial medicinal ingredient. However, just as he was about to reach out and pluck the Dream Flower, a violent tremor suddenly came from the bottom of the cave. Immediately afterwards, a gigantic monster burst out of the ground. This monster resembled a pangolin, its entire body covered in hard scales, each scale shimmering with a metallic luster. Its pair of blood-red eyes revealed endless ferocity and greed. It was none other than the guardian beast of Shadow Valley—the Shadow Pangolin.

As soon as the Shadow Pangolin appeared, it roared at Zhang Yifan, the sound waves rippling and shaking the cave. Zhang Yifan was greatly alarmed; he knew that today's battle would be the most difficult he had faced since entering Shadow Valley. But he did not back down. He held his longsword horizontally, his spiritual power surging wildly within him, fully prepared for battle.

The Shadow Pangolin launched the first attack, scrambling its powerful forepaws into the ground, sending chunks of rock flying towards Zhang Yifan. Zhang Yifan dodged the onslaught, his longsword flashing out, unleashing a sword aura at the Shadow Pangolin. The sword aura struck the pangolin's scales, producing only a crisp clang, failing to cause any damage. Zhang Yifan thought to himself, "This pangolin's scales are indeed incredibly hard; ordinary attacks are practically ineffective."

So, he changed tactics, unleashing the ultimate move of the Xuanqing Sword Art—"Gentle Breeze Breaks the Clouds"—transforming himself into a streak of light as he charged towards the Shadow Pangolin's abdomen. This abdomen was a relatively weak point for the pangolin, and Zhang Yifan intended to find a breakthrough there. Sensing the danger, the Shadow Pangolin quickly protected its abdomen with its forepaws, simultaneously opening its gaping maw and spewing a stream of black venom towards Zhang Yifan.

Zhang Yifan dodged to the side, the venom splashing onto the wall behind him and instantly corroding a large pit. Knowing the venom's potency, he dared not be careless. While dodging the venom, he suddenly noticed that the Shadow Pangolin paused briefly after spraying its venom, seemingly gathering its strength. A thought struck Zhang Yifan, and a plan formed in his mind.

He deliberately feigned weakness, pretending to be short of spiritual energy, staggering slightly and lowering his longsword. Seeing this, the Shadow Pangolin thought it had an opportunity and opened its mouth again, preparing to spew venom. Just as it was about to spit out the poison, a glint flashed in Zhang Yifan's eyes, and his spiritual energy erupted instantly, unleashing a move from the Chaos Technique—"Chaos Armor Break." His longsword shone brightly, carrying a powerful chaotic force, and stabbed fiercely towards the Shadow Pangolin's head.

This sword strike, imbued with Zhang Yifan's full strength and determination, moved with the speed of a shooting star streaking across the sky. The Shadow Pangolin sensed the danger and tried to dodge, but it was too late. With a muffled "thud," the sword pierced the Shadow Pangolin's head, and blood gushed out instantly. The Shadow Pangolin let out a painful scream, its body trembling violently, before collapsing to the ground, motionless.

Zhang Yifan, panting heavily, sheathed his longsword and looked at the remains of the demonic beast on the ground, feeling little joy in victory. He knew this was just a small setback on his journey to find the Dream Flower; the road ahead was long, and the dangers would only increase. But he had no time to linger. After a brief rest, he eagerly reached out to pluck the Dream Flower.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the Dream Flower, a powerful protective light suddenly shone from around it, blocking him from view. Zhang Yifan was startled. He tried to touch the barrier with his sword, but a powerful rebound force made his arm go numb. He realized that the Dream Flower must have a strong protective barrier, and picking it would be no easy task. But he did not back down. Instead, he calmed down and carefully observed the patterns and spiritual energy fluctuations of the barrier, trying to find a way to break it.

Like an ant on a hot pan, he paced anxiously around the mysterious and enchanting Dream Flower. Round and round he went, his steps heavy and hurried, as if each step carried the weight of his deepest worries and anxieties.

Time, like sand in an hourglass, flows silently yet relentlessly. At this moment, his loved ones teetered on the brink of life and death, their fate hanging by a thread. This torment filled him with anxiety, yet he knew clearly that, especially at this crucial moment, he couldn't let impatience cloud his judgment, lest all his efforts be in vain.

So, suppressing his inner anxiety, he forced himself to calm down and focused intently on observing the restriction before him. His gaze was sharp as a hawk's, not missing a single detail. After a long and meticulous observation, his efforts were rewarded; he finally discovered an extremely tiny weak point in the restriction.

He took a deep breath and slowly mobilized the vast spiritual power that had been dormant within his body for a long time. That spiritual power, like the surging waters of a mighty river, quickly gathered at his fingertips. He slightly bent his fingers, concentrating all the power into a single point, and then carefully and gently touched that weak spot.

In an instant, a faint, almost imperceptible cracking sound rang out. It was like the sound of solid ice breaking, crisp and melodious. Immediately afterward, a tiny crack appeared on the seemingly indestructible barrier!

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yifan felt a surge of joy. However, he dared not relax in the slightest and instead continued to increase the output of his spiritual power. Under the continuous impact of spiritual power, the crack began to expand at a visible speed.

Finally, with a deafening roar, the entire barrier completely collapsed, scattering into countless fragments on the ground. At this moment, Zhang Yifan could no longer contain his excitement. He rushed forward and, without hesitation, reached out and plucked the Dream Flower he had longed for.

He gently cradled the Dream Flower in his hands, as if afraid of damaging it in the slightest. Then, he took out a meticulously crafted jade box from his robes, carefully placed the Dream Flower inside, and gently closed the lid. Only after doing all this did he let out a long sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxing slightly.

Zhang Yifan stepped out of the cave, gazing at the still misty valley outside, his heart filled with emotion. He had endured countless hardships and finally gathered all the ingredients to refine the Seven Treasures Rejuvenation Pill; now, only the refining of the pill remained.