Top Tier Providence, Secretly Cultivate for a Thousand Years Chapter 1: Eleven Years of Rolling the Dice, Today Is the Lucky Day
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
[Name: Han Jue]
[Lifespan: 11 / 65]
[Race: Mortal]
[Cultivation: None]
[Technique: None]
[Magic: None]
[Mystical Power: None]
[Equipment: None]
[Cultivation Potential: Extremely Bad (Click to roll the dice)]
[Connate Providence is as follows (Click to roll the dice)]
[Earth and Wood Spiritual Powers: Earth and Wood Cultivation Potential strengthened]
[Spear Dao Spirit Child: Spear Dao aptitude strengthened, physique strengthened.]
[Click here to start your thrilling life]
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Staring at the attribute panel right in front of him, 11-year-old Han Jue felt hope slipping away completely.
Every day at seven in the morning, he could refresh Cultivation Potential and Connate Providence by rolling the dice, but only once each per day.
From the moment of his birth, Han Jue had kept refreshing them.
Yet after eleven long years, the perfect attributes and Connate Providence still eluded him.
“Should I just go ahead like this?”
The idea flashed through Han Jue’s thoughts.
No way!
He had finally arrived in a realm filled with immortals and demons where even mortals could pursue cultivation. How could he settle for less?
Han Jue yearned to become the supreme protagonist!
One more dice roll!
He lifted his hand and tapped the attribute panel hovering before him.
Cultivation Potential refreshed!
[Cultivation Potential: None]
Han Jue’s youthful features twisted in fury right away.
Again!
[Destined Lone Star: Brings bad luck to friends and family. Loneliness for life. Lifespan increased by 100 years]
Damn it!
Even Destined Lone Star showed up!
Who the hell wants lifelong solitude!
Overcome with rage, Han Jue flopped onto the grass and rolled around wildly.
For these eleven years straight, no exceptional Cultivation Potential or Connate Providence had emerged!
No!
Keep rolling the dice!
I refuse to accept this!
Shaking with anger, Han Jue persisted.
After thirty minutes, he climbed back to his feet.
As a reincarnated soul, Han Jue hailed from Earth’s 21st century in his prior existence. Diagnosed with terminal cancer at a tender age, he skipped the agonizing treatments and returned home to await the end. That fateful night, seeking distraction, he dove into a retro cultivation game.
He gamed through the night, buzzing with excitement, until sleep claimed him at dawn—and death followed.
Upon awakening once more, he found himself reborn in this ancient realm, born into a cultivation sect no less.
The Jade Pure Sect stood as a righteous pillar among the Great Yan Dynasty’s cultivation forces.
Back on the day of his cancer diagnosis, terror gripped Han Jue for the first time, revealing how precious life truly was.
Now, in this fresh existence, cultivation lay within his grasp!
Thrill surged through him!
Cultivate he must!
Outlive everyone—that was his goal!
But mortals couldn’t cultivate!
Since birth, Han Jue had enjoyed a pressure-free life. His parents served Elder Iron, an outer sect Alchemy Master of the Jade Pure Sect, tending his medicinal herbs.
Alchemists held esteemed positions; in the outer sect, none dared provoke Elder Iron. Dozens of mortal servants worked under him.
Even those with potential, Elder Iron forbade from cultivating—likely fearing theft of his precious herbs.
Those herbs boosted cultivators but poisoned mortals.
Yet at age six, his parents vanished, abandoning young Han Jue in Elder Iron’s herb garden.
Han Jue got it; fleeing with a kid would complicate things.
Elder Iron took it in stride, assigning someone to teach Han Jue herb care.
Over time, Han Jue mastered every plant in the garden.
Elder Iron never troubled him, allowing Han Jue to keep rolling his dice.
Mortal for now, so why not wait?
“Sigh, I’ll keep at it. If no heaven-defying Providence comes by thirty, then so be it. I’ll cultivate as a mortal if needed.”
Han Jue mused to himself.
The herb garden’s eldest servant, Old Man Wang in his seventies, had joined Elder Iron as a teen and now led all the servants.
Rising, Han Jue headed back to the garden, sprinkling water and clearing withered leaves.
Vast as a football field, the garden demanded utmost caution from servants. Damaging plants enraged Elder Iron, and some herbs proved toxic.
Elder Iron had departed just last month, likely gone for two or three years.
Mere blinks for cultivators.
In the garden, Han Jue spoke little, befriending mainly Old Man Wang.
Work done, he retreated to his room for push-ups to build strength.
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Next morning, Han Jue freshened up.
He settled on his wooden bed, biding time.
At refresh hour, Han Jue snapped alert for the attribute panel.
Like drawing a lottery.
His daily highlight.
Rubbing hands eagerly.
First up: Cultivation Potential dice roll.
[Cultivation Potential: None]
Damn it!
So unfair!
Han Jue nearly exploded in frustration.
Trembling hands pressed on, rolling Connate Providence.
Dice spun!
[Connate Providence is as follows]
[Unparalleled: Immortal beauty, top-notch charm]
[Destined Sword Fanatic: Top-notch Sword Dao aptitude, top-notch Sword Dao learning ability]
[Unparalleled Movement Technique: Top-notch movement technique aptitude]
[Descendant of the Immortal Emperor: After the game begins, you will receive an unparalleled cultivation technique and 1,000 superior-grade spirit stones.]
Han Jue froze in shock.
Eyes bulging with astonishment.
Four Connate Providences!
First time ever four appeared, each screaming power.
Excitement built in Han Jue.
This was the one!
No, these were them!
Four top-tier, one beyond compare!
Clearly destined for greatness.
Eleven years of daily rolls, and fortune’s favor finally struck!
Struggling to steady himself.
No Cultivation Potential meant no game start yet.
Roll for that next.
“At last, light at the end of the tunnel. These four supreme Connate Providences mean even starting at 40, I’ll catch up. Now roll Cultivation Potential worry-free.”
Good spirits lifted Han Jue.
Eleven years down—what were eleven more?
With a deep breath, Han Jue rose and stepped out for daily chores.
Six housemates shared the space, each with a bed. They’d risen early.
Assigned zones kept everyone diligent.
Young Han Jue handled light tasks; Elder Iron wouldn’t entrust him a section.
Today’s sun blazed brilliantly.
Maybe mirroring his mood.
Fellow servants noticed no shift in Han Jue. Thrilling life unborn, Connate Providence perks dormant.
Noon.
Two cultivators appeared.
Jade Pure Sect sprawled immense, herb garden ringed by peaks. Cultivators stayed away usually; outer sect deacons fetched pills. These two radiated refinement—a man and woman like celestial lovers, drawing every servant’s gaze.
Han Jue glanced toward the garden entrance.
“How dazzling.”
He murmured in admiration.
Servants’ rags contrasted the cultivators’ pristine finery, evoking game NPCs.
Idle musing, no jealousy.
Four Connate Providences secured, his destiny outshone Jade Pure Sect outer disciples.
The male cultivator stated flatly to Old Man Wang, “From today onwards, the two of us will be responsible for protecting Elder Iron’s medicinal herb garden. You don’t need to be bothered by us. Also, don’t disturb our cultivation.”