Clan Immortal Cultivation: I Can See Hints
Chapter 910 - 560: Hou Yuan's Inner Demons, Jiuxiao Refines Treasures (Two in One)

Within a cave dwelling, a figure in green robes sits cross-legged; behind him, countless spiritual glimmers cascade down, merging into his body.

A massive force of divine soul slowly starts to gather.

Yet the eyes of the figure at this moment appeared extraordinarily vacant and lost.

In that instant, he clearly saw his younger self.

Back then, he was full of youthful vigor, with sharp features. As a Third Spirit Root and the fastest cultivator in his family, he was intelligent from a young age and received meticulous nurturing from the previous Family Head.

What he could not bear to look back upon, what he could never escape, was always Duan Ming Mountain.

...

"Has the young master awoken?"

"Where is this?" Lin Houyuan opened his eyes to see a gentle woman dressed in a red robe.

This woman had a pair of indescribably beautiful eyes brimming with tenderness.

"This is the Ye Estate on Duan Ming Mountain, quite safe. I saw the young master alone, fallen in the wilderness, concerned that an accident had befallen you, hence I took the liberty of bringing you back!"

"My name is Ye Hongdou."

"The red beans that grow in the southern lands and sprout a few branches come springtime."

"And you, young master, what is your name?"

"Hou Yuan, but I am no sort of young master."

"A good name, suggesting heavy responsibilities and a long journey. Surely, your family holds you in high esteem!"

"Does the young master need assistance in contacting anyone, need help...?"

"Why are you crying, young master? Has Red Bean hurt you?"

As Ye Hongdou was speaking, Lin Houyuan began to cry.

"I remembered a happy moment," Lin Houyuan replied, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Through the Illusionary Heart Pavilion, he had visited this scene countless times.

Initially, he was addicted to it, falling in love with Ye Hongdou, having a child, but due to family obligations, he returned to Fangmu Mountain.

By the time he came back to Duan Ming Mountain, rebels had overrun it, Ye Hongdou's life and death unknown, leaving behind only Lin Shiming, who silently lay under the bed, still in swaddling clothes.

An unending cycle of repetition, an unending cycle of debts owed.

Latterly, he could distinguish reality from illusion.

Yet each time he thought he could let go, he found he never could.

Ye Hongdou was very tender; her name was just like her, sweet enough to make one suffocate.

He knew each time that it was an illusory realm, a phantasm.

But a lifetime's worth of debts, how could he possibly let go?

"Red Bean, shall I take you to cultivate immortality? Let's go to Fangmu Mountain, go cultivate!" Lin Houyuan suddenly said.

The words he spoke shocked Ye Hongdou.

Instantly, Lin Houyuan began to tell stories of cultivators, talking about the Lin Family and talking about the future.

Speaking to this point, he felt much more at ease.

Ye Hongdou listened with a smile, even though her face was full of disbelief, she still listened with a smile, that gentle smile lingering on her lips.

Lin Houyuan wanted to explain further.

It was just that the scene vanished. When it reappeared...

Flames soared to the sky, tragic cries echoed, pavilions collapsed, and the ground was stained with fresh blood and corpses.

As Lin Houyuan stepped into the pavilion, the scene that haunted his memories countless times reappeared. Ye Hongdou's eyes, like watery pools, were wide open, her fingers pointing under the bed, as if telling him there was a baby there.

The bedding was soaked with blood, and beneath the bed, a baby lay silent without a cry.

Lin Houyuan picked up the baby, anger in his heart. He resented why the illusion couldn't provide an ending at Fangmu Mountain, even just to show Ye Hongdou the mountains of Fangmu Mountain, show her the lotus pond of Fangmu Mountain.

But seeing the state Ye Hongdou was in, he suppressed his anger again.

Holding the baby, he moved to the side:

"Red Bean, you don't know how outstanding your son is, he became a Golden Core True Person, living for a thousand years. He found a gentle maiden just like you, and they had a son whose eyes very much resemble yours..." Lin Houyuan spoke with a tenderness he had never had in this life.

Two clear tears ran down his cheeks.

"Only, I can't talk to you any longer, I need to take care of our grandson..." Lin Houyuan continued speaking.

The illusion vanished, and he reappeared in a pavilion. Before him stood Lin Shiming, behind were his own past moments.

Lin Shiming had already achieved Golden Core status, while he remained at the Foundation Establishment stage.

"Father, why didn't you bring mother to the mountain that day, leaving me without a mother since childhood?"

"If you cherish mother so much, why fear the divide between immortals and mortals? You could have taken her to Fangmu Mountain; none of this would have happened!"

"Today, you are unworthy to be my father!" Lin Shiming said with resounding, angry force.

Lin Houyuan's pain was heart-wrenching, this very scene before him was the Heart Demon he truly couldn't let go of, couldn't overcome. But at this moment, he suddenly remembered Lin Zeying, remembered Ye Hongdou's pair of eyes.

"Shiming, I went to see your mother. She repeatedly entrusted me to take good care of Zeying. You surely have no time on normal days, so today, whether you scold or hate, is fine!"

"Today, I must break through the Purple Mansion!" Lin Houyuan declared.

As he watched the illusion shatter one step at a time, he returned to the cave dwelling on Qinglian Peak.

And his divine soul had already coalesced into greatness, having realized the Purple Mansion.

But the clear tears at the corner of his eyes were still not dried.

He stood up and looked outside.

There was his family, his son, and even more so, his grandson!

Lin Houyuan had broken through.

...

And almost at the moment Lin Houyuan made his breakthrough, Lin Yanjiao also took her step forward.

Looking at Lin Shiming before her, her mind was filled with the words of others, claiming she could never surpass Lin Shiming.

But she just shook her head disdainfully.

"Why should I surpass Seventh Great-Uncle? Both of us are protectors of the family's path, and in this path, I am not the slightest bit weaker!" Lin Yanjiao spoke and stepped forward, breaking through.

At the same moment, her eyes sparked with spirit light; as she gazed at the wooden table, she saw its past, once just a tree growing in the wilderness.