Clan Immortal Cultivation: I Can See Hints

Faced with the Wu surnamed cultivator's inexplicable confidence, Lin Shiming looked at the nearly double amount of spiritual energy remaining within the Heart of Heavenwood, a hint of joy inside him, but he did not show it.

The purple Spirit Sword and the Wu surnamed cultivator's green Spirit Sword stirred up one sword scar after another in the air.

The sword light was brilliant, the sword qi fluctuated dramatically, and countless mountains and rocks were destroyed.

The sword dao prowess at the Foundation Establishment Stage had nearly exhausted all of their focus; neither had any leeway to use other methods.

And with both Purple Mansion magic artifacts having similar power, the battle now was entirely a contest of spiritual energy reserves.

This was a test of the cultivator's cultivation technique rank and recovery speed.

When the Wu surnamed cultivator's spiritual energy was half-depleted, drops of sweat also fell from Lin Shiming's forehead, so the Wu surnamed cultivator was still somewhat relieved. Explore more stories at m,v l'e-m|p, y r

He had used Hundred-Year Spirit Milk, his spiritual energy was full before the treasure battle, while Lin Shiming had already been through several fights, and even if he had some means to recover spiritual energy, they certainly couldn't match his.

Besides, his was an inferior grade Profound Rank technique from the Spirit Beast Sect.

But when his spiritual energy was only at thirty percent, he noticed with a solemn heart that Lin Shiming looked exactly the same as before—the number of drops falling, the expression, all the same.

He could only keep reassuring himself that Lin Shiming was pretending!

And when only ten percent of spiritual energy was left, the Wu surnamed cultivator's face began to twist.

He couldn't believe it, nor did he want to, because Lin Shiming still looked the same!

The sweat drops were the same, even the expression didn't differ by a bit!

It was still that appearance of spiritual energy seemingly about to run out!

The Wu surnamed cultivator was almost breaking down; he had finally left the Spirit Beast Sect, plotted for the Foundation Establishment Pill, plotted for the Minor Divine Ability fruit trees, his path, in front of the Purple Mansion, was all smooth sailing.

With treasures like the gold-threaded and silver-threaded useful in secretive battles, he always believed, even if he fell, it would only be while entering the Golden Core stage from the Purple Mansion.

"Impossible, how can you still have spiritual energy, you must be forcing yourself!"

Facing the hysterics of the Wu surnamed cultivator, Lin Shiming could somewhat understand, but he did not respond.

Sometimes, the scorn of ignoring is more intimidating than mocking scorn, and his Seventh Great-Uncle was just such a person.

The hysterics of the Wu surnamed cultivator didn't last long, as with the stroke of the purple Spirit Sword breaking through the air, the Wu surnamed cultivator, drained of spiritual energy, died.

Lin Shiming collected both the Wu surnamed cultivator's storage bag and treasures, as well as the Small Bell Magical Instrument into his pouch, and therefore the Golden Winged Mantis was released.

The moment the Golden Winged Mantis appeared, it screeched angrily, its two mantis blades chopping madly, stirring up countless glints of gold.

It peeled off several layers of the nearby ground before charging at the black giant ape that was still fighting the Red-haired Demon Monkey.

The latter, fiercely brawling, didn't expect a golden mantis to fly towards it.

The golden blades sliced again, leaving two shadow trails, and with the sound of a crunch, blood spurted out, and the black giant ape's head fell to the ground.

The Red-haired Demon Monkey, still baring its teeth in a roar, struck the black giant ape's corpse several more times with its club, only then howling in relief.

After collecting the corpses of the Demonic Beasts and the two Spirit Beasts, Lin Shiming planned to find Lin Shijie,

At that time, after Lin Shijie had laid the Spirit Formation, the Second Fiend chose to flee, and Lin Shijie followed suit.

Releasing his Divine Sense to survey the surroundings, he saw no sign of Lin Shijie and gave up the search, then, after a moment of thought, headed toward Lin Houyuan's battlefield.

He hadn't put away his magic artifact, and at this moment, it could still exert the might of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Moreover, with more than half of the spiritual energy in his Heart of Heavenwood still left, he was somewhat worried about his father.

By the time he arrived, he just happened to see the leader of the Seven Fiends of Lingnan, Poisonous Dragon, furiously attacking Lin Houyuan.

Lin Houyuan was covered in blood, battling the frenzied attacks of the Poisonous Dragon like a tiny boat in a storm, at any moment liable to capsize.

Lin Shiming didn't dare to hesitate, and his purple Spirit Talisman Flying Sword slashed toward the Poisonous Dragon's nape.

The latter was shocked to see Lin Shiming as well, completely disbelieving until its divine sense swept toward the small hill and discovered there were no traces of the Five Fiends or any cultivator with the surname Wu.

Only then did it widen its eyes in realization, and a wary look flickered across its face.

"Brat, such a monstrous talent, you must not be left alive!" The Poisonous Dragon's expression was sinister as it slapped the void with its hand.

Immediately, a relatively smaller black Flood Dragon's claw materialized, swiping at Lin Shiming.

Although the spiritual claw was smaller, it was still the size of a small mountain and seemed to be infused with denser spiritual power and True Yuan.

The oppressive might of Foundation Establishment was even stronger than before, but at this moment, Lin Shiming was different from just a moment ago, almost entirely shielded from the oppressive might by his Purple Mansion Talisman's Purple Spirit Sword.

With one strike, countless ripples of purple radiance emanated.

However, Lin Shiming still underestimated the Foundation Establishment cultivator as this single claw strike directly shattered Lin Shiming's Purple Spirit Sword Talisman into pieces, dissipating the gathered spiritual power.

Fortunately, the true power and spirit might of the spiritual claw had mostly dissipated as well, with the remainder crushed by Lin Shiming wielding his Green Sky Sword with one stroke.

Despite the rupture and disappearance of his talisman, Lin Shiming couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

In a critical moment, he clenched his teeth and formed a hand seal, and in the blink of an eye, ten Snake Vine Flowers broke through the soil and entwined toward the Poisonous Dragon.

Under his full exertion, the Snake Vine Flowers erupted, surrounding and bursting forth from every direction.

Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator was too slow to react and was bound by two of the vines but as Lin Shiming prepared to make the venom spray, in the blink of an eye, the Poisonous Dragon forcefully burst them apart.

However, being bound for even an instant was seen by Lin Houyuan as a tremendous opportunity.

He pulled out a Spirit Talisman from his hand and pressed down, and it transformed into a gigantic Geng Metal sword!

"How do you have a third rank Superior Grade Great Geng Sword Talisman?" The eyes of the Poisonous Dragon cultivator were filled with horror.

He hadn't expected that Lin Houyuan would possess such an exceptional offensive Spirit Talisman. If he had known Lin Houyuan had such a killing talisman, he would have never engaged in battle with Hou Yuan.

What was even more fatal was he found himself unable to move.

As the Great Geng Sword Talisman was activated, nearly a hundred zhang of golden sword aura shone brightly, overshadowing the sun and dazzling to behold.

Everything the sword light enveloped turned to ashes.

The Poisonous Dragon cultivator, no matter how heaven-defying his body, was left with no choice but to succumb under the precise activation of the Great Geng Sword Talisman.

Leaving behind only a Storage Bag and a single Poisonous Dragon's claw.

Seeing the claw, Lin Shiming also recalled the Five Fiends who had left similar beast limbs, suggesting that these legendary Seven Fiends of Lingnan likely cultivated a half-beast transformation body refining technique.

"Shiming, let's go find Seventh Great-Uncle!" Despite his numerous injuries, Lin Houyuan spoke up after consuming a third rank Healing Pill.

Now that the Lin Family had a third rank Alchemist, the several third rank elixir recipes left behind by the Purple Mansion Family finally had their use.

Otherwise, for the Lin Family, having more cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage would mean a significant expense for third rank elixirs.

The two of them hurried to the site of Lin Xianzhi and Li Xiulei's battle.

The ground was littered with scorch marks and sword scars, pockmarked and ravaged, some areas wrought with lingering sword qi while others crackled with lingering arcs of electricity.

Their battle had leveled nearly half a mountain top.

In the sky, the two were still locked in a stalemate, but Li Xiulei's face turned exceedingly grim upon seeing Lin Houyuan and Lin Shiming, and after a glance, he immediately escaped using his thunder techniques.

Lin Xianzhi didn't give chase, nor could he chase. Both Sword Cultivators and Thunder Cultivators excelled in combat, but it must be noted that Lin Xianzhi had only recently entered the later stage of Foundation Establishment, while Li Xiulei had been at that stage for decades!

Moreover, at this time, a streak of sword light appeared in the distance, and upon seeing it, Lin Shiming realized that the newcomer was none other than Xie An from Qingxuan Sect.