Clan Immortal Cultivation: I Can See Hints

Atop Thousand Wood Peak, the Spirit Peach Trees were even more numerous, with an increase in third-rank trees, their blossoms dazzlingly brilliant.

Lin Shiming lifted his head, making his way toward the Sword Pavilion.

At this moment, the Sword Pavilion bustled with numerous cultivators coming and going.

Lin Shimo, as usual, stood guard at the Sword Pavilion, his silence earning him a reputation as the coldest elder of the Lin family.

Lin Shiming overheard several cultivators of the Ze generation leaving hurriedly, some with a trace of panic, prompting a light chuckle from him.

However, what surprised Lin Shiming was that Lin Zekong, a cultivator with a Dual Spirit Root of water and wood like him, was presently seeking advice from Lin Shimo.

The two of them chatting and laughing together seemed highly unusual to him. In his memory, his fourth brother Zekong would really only talk to their second brother Lin Shiyi.

When Lin Zekong noticed Lin Shiming's approach, he greeted him hastily.

"Uncle Seven!" His voice carried a tinge of excitement.

"Not bad, your cultivation level has advanced quite nicely!" Lin Shiming glanced at Lin Zecheng and praised him with a smile.

"Are you also here to test yourself in the Sword Pavilion?"

"No, Uncle Seven, I am here to seek Fourth Uncle's guidance in the art of the Wooden Marionette!" Lin Zekong shook his head.

Lin Shiming nodded and exchanged a few words with Lin Shimo before entering the Sword Pavilion.

He hadn't forgotten the purpose of his visit.

At the Carved Sword Stone, no one else was present except for Lin Shijie and Lin Zeli. In the Lin Family, only he and Lin Xianzhi could ascend the Sword Ladder.

The dense Sword Intent still surged wildly around, and Lin Shiming furrowed his brows slightly, taking one step after another toward the Sword Ladder.

This time, he did not release his own Sword Intent to counter the assault but allowed the various Sword Intents to rampantly sweep across him.

At the very top of the Sword Ladder, the Flaming Sword stirred slightly, as if surprised by Lin Shiming's arrival.

However, after seeing Lin Shiming steadily ascending, it remained silent, appearing somewhat intrigued.

Soon, Lin Shiming reached the Sword Ladder.

The moment he stepped onto it, a thick Sword Intent pressed in from all directions.

This wasn't his first climb up the Sword Ladder. However, this time, Lin Shiming felt the Sword Intent was even more powerful.

And then the system notification appeared:

"Please activate the Spirit Light of Deduction to comprehend the eighteen Sword Intents!"

Lin Shiming made his decision; the Light of Deduction unfolded.

As the Light of Deduction appeared, Lin Shiming felt the ground beneath his feet shift, and before him appeared a volcano, an old swordsmith hammering a Fire Sword with each strike.

The intense flames, contrasting with the steely look in the old man's eyes, created a stark distinction.

In the next moment, the sword was cast from the Spiritual Fire magma, the volcano erupted, and the old man rose with the sword!

Instantly, the sky was filled with intertwining swords and flames.

The fire was the sword, and the sword was the fire!

Lin Shiming pondered silently, his palm opened as Sword Intent was released, with Grass Swords sprouting forth!

Lin Shiming stepped up to the second rung of the ladder.

The scenery transformed drastically; at this moment, it was the Lotus Sword Intent, though different from the Golden Sword Lotus of Lin Xianzhi.

This Sword Intent was that of the Water Lotus.

The old man fished with his sword, using a lotus as bait, angling in the boundless ocean.

Lin Shiming remained indifferent, and in the next moment, a colossal spirit shark, akin to a small island, leaped from the sea, lunging at the old man.

The vast spirit shark with its huge blood-filled maw seemed almost capable of swallowing half the sky.

It cared not for the water lotus; it desired the old man himself.

The old man moved, rising with his sword as waves soared skyward, turning into countless Spirit Water Sword Lotuses, wave upon wave, each stronger than the last!
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One sword!

The spirit shark exploded, turning into flesh fragments which, along with the spraying seawater, fell back down.

...

Lin Shiming took another step.

One step per realm, one step per Sword Intent.

Of course, Lin Shiming did not seek to understand specifically; his Sword Intent was ultimately the Grass Sword Intent, the germination, the breaking of the soil, the heaven-slaying, corresponding to the heaven-slaying, transcending tribulations, the Great Swathe, inherently constituting the three-fold Sword Intent.

He observed from the sidelines, refining his next moves, just like the swaying Grass Sword in the storm, nurturing the posture for the next strike.

After an indeterminable amount of time, following eighteen steps, Lin Shiming stood at the pinnacle of the Sword Ladder along with the Flaming Sword.

Lin Shiming opened his eyes, then closed them again, finally setting foot on the last rung.

He continued his meditative cultivation with his eyes closed.

And upon him, the suppressed Sword Intent began to emerge and flourish on its own.

Outside the Sword Pavilion, the Lin Family Clan members practicing their sword moves could feel a change in the Sword Pavilion's Intent. It was sharper than before, more unstoppable!

Moreover, this feeling intensified as time passed.

One day.

Two days.

...

Until three months later!

Finally, Lin Shiming's hand stirred, a Taiyi Grass Sword materialized, its pervasive Sword Intent scattered in all directions.

The nearby Flaming Sword was moved and had long since descended from the Sword Ladder.

And the entire Sword Pavilion, isolated from the cultivators inside trying to comprehend the sword moves, had long been vacated, their practice continuing outside.

But in an instant, those of the Lin family, even outside the Sword Pavilion's formation, felt a fearsome Sword Intent slice through the pavilion's formations, burdening their bodies as if weighed down by mountains, forcing them to retreat further away!

Lin Shimo stood up abruptly, his gaze toward the Sword Ladder filled with shock.

And the sword in Lin Shiming's hand finally cleaved down, splitting the heavens in an instant, the formidable Sword Intent dividing the pavilion's formation right into two halves.

The formation of Shuangmu Island of the Lin family was also split asunder, revealing the entire sky.

The boundless Grass Sword Intent surged wildly, rippling across the high heavens, as if even the void could not withstand it.