Top Tier Providence, Secretly Cultivate for a Thousand Years Chapter 2: Spiritual Physique of the Six Paths, Top-notch Cultivation Potential

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Cautiously, Old Man Wang inquired, “Did something happen to Elder Iron?”

Elder Iron might have a volatile temper, but after serving alongside him for dozens of years, Old Man Wang naturally hoped no misfortune had struck him.

Shaking her head, the female cultivator replied, “The Jade Pure Sect has recently been infiltrated by a fiendish cultivator. The outer sect has specially sent the two of us to protect you. You don’t have to worry.”

Upon hearing those words, Old Man Wang breathed a sigh of relief.

He cupped his hands in a bow, then turned to depart.

The pair of cultivators moved off and settled down to meditate beneath the trees flanking the herb garden entrance.

As they commenced their breathing techniques, swirling whirlwinds of energy manifested visibly around them.

That has to be Spirit Qi.

Han Jue pondered to himself while persisting in his watering duties.

...

On the following day.

Han Jue kept rolling the dice.

[Cultivation Potential: None]

Han Jue rolled his eyes in exasperation.

Strangely enough, this outcome didn't surprise him.

He stayed calm. After all, with four supreme Connate Providences already in his grasp, he could afford to patiently pursue the ultimate Cultivation Potential.

The arrival of the two cultivators brought no disruption to the herb garden servants' routines.

Their monotonous existence pressed on unchanged.

Beyond his daily labors, Han Jue tempered his physique and cast the dice each day.

Third day arrived.

Time to roll the dice once more!

[Cultivation Potential: None]

Alright then!

I see you're toying with me!

Han Jue grumbled inwardly.

Fourth day.

[Cultivation Potential: Five Elements Mixed Potential. Cultivation cannot exceed Foundation Establishment.]

Indeed, the typical aptitude for mortal cultivators.

Shaking his head, Han Jue dismissed it.

Rolling the dice had to go on. He refused to settle for mortal-level cultivation.

Day after day, Han Jue trained his body relentlessly and rolled the dice without fail.

Mixed Potential turned up most frequently.

Discouragement never took hold. He was convinced a divine-tier Cultivation Potential awaited him eventually.

Starting cultivation later posed no issue.

Revenge wasn't on his agenda anyway.

...

Two years flew by.

Elder Iron made his return, prompting the two cultivators to bow and take their leave.

Every servant assembled, dropping to their knees before Elder Iron.

Dressed in a black robe with twin gourds dangling from his waist, Elder Iron sported hair streaked black and white. His face bore a grim, ferocious scowl that screamed ill temper.

“Not bad, no mistakes.”

Elder Iron scanned the group and cracked a satisfied grin.

Relief washed over the servants as smiles broke out among them.

His gaze shifted to Han Jue and three other young ones nearby.

“You four, come with me.”

Pointing at them, Elder Iron strode toward his pavilion.

Han Jue found himself among the chosen four.

They hurried after him without delay.

“Is he planning to put us in charge of part of the garden?” Han Jue wondered silently.

Suddenly, he spotted blood trickling from Elder Iron’s right hand.

Alarm gripped Han Jue.

Was Elder Iron wounded and scheming to turn them into puppets or pill ingredients?

In his past life, Han Jue had devoured countless cultivation novels, where the stark truth shone: cultivators would slaughter allies before risking their own demise.

For cultivators, personal survival trumped all else.

Panic swelled within Han Jue the more he dwelled on it. Escape wasn't an option, so he forced himself to steady his nerves.

Inside the dwelling, one youth shut the door behind them.

Elder Iron claimed the head seat and eyed Han Jue and the others intently.

“Extend your hands, all of you.” Elder Iron commanded.

Right hands rose in unison from Han Jue and his companions.

One by one, Elder Iron made contact.

Goosebumps prickled along Han Jue’s arm.

“You alone possess cultivation potential. The others, return to your duties,” Elder Iron declared to a burly, robust youth.

A wave of relief surged through Han Jue.

That very morning, he'd rolled for Cultivation Potential anew. Yesterday brought Quadruple Cultivation Potential; today, it had vanished.

What seemed a curse proved a hidden boon.

Sympathy flickered in Han Jue’s glance toward the youth.

Zhang Ge, the enthusiastic pigeon-loving teen popular among peers.

Envy gleamed in the eyes of the other two youths fixed on Zhang Ge.

Excitement and nerves churned within Zhang Ge.

Servants were barred from cultivation by Elder Iron, yet this marked his inaugural check of their potentials.

Exiting the pavilion, Han Jue tuned out the other two youths' chatter and resumed his tasks.

Zhang Ge withdrew from manual labor henceforth.

Elder Iron had accepted him as a disciple, fueling envy and jealousy among the remaining servants.

Han Jue felt zero envy.

Trap, plain and simple!

Fatten him up, then strike!

Gratitude filled Han Jue for his narrow escape.

With the system at his side, a master was superfluous.

...

Time slipped away in an instant; another two years elapsed.

Half a year prior, Elder Iron had departed the herb garden once more, with those same two cultivators returning to safeguard it.

Now a cultivator himself, Zhang Ge boldly approached the guardians for conversation.

Servants bowed to his every command.

Luckily, cultivation consumed Zhang Ge, sparing the others his tyranny.

Lifelong servitude bound them here—Elder Iron's frequent absences and the garden's isolation bred scant conflicts or quarrels.

At 15 years old, Han Jue maintained his low-key demeanor.

Over the past four years, his finest dice roll yielded Triple Cultivation Potential, sufficient for Golden Core attainment.

Golden Core? Mere child's play!

Han Jue aimed for eternal life and immortality.

That morning.

Casually, Han Jue rolled the dice, expectations absent—like his daily mouth rinse.

[Cultivation Potential: Water and Wood double cultivation potential. Extraordinary aptitude. There’s hope to cultivate to the Nascent Soul realm.]

Double Cultivation Potential?

Nascent Soul realm?

Hope?

Han Jue tutted dismissively, utterly unshaken.

Only fifteen—he had fifteen more years of rolls ahead.

Keep rolling!

...

Seasons turned relentlessly.

Yet another year vanished.

Morning routine: Han Jue rolled the dice as always.

[Cultivation Potential: Spiritual Physique of the Six Paths. It contains top-notch wind, fire, water, earth, wood, and thunder cultivation potentials. Increases providence to a certain extent.]

That all?

A scoff escaped Han Jue instinctively.

Hold on!

This is it!

Han Jue’s eyes bulged; his breath grew ragged.

Here it comes!

Sixteen long years!

At last, the protagonist-level Cultivation Potential!

Rubbing his eyes, Han Jue verified meticulously.

Top-grade potential!

Six attributes to boot!

“Hmph...”

Struggling for composure, Han Jue reined in his thrill.

Finally here!

The one!

This was the spirit root he deserved!

Refraining from launching the life simulation immediately, Han Jue feared drawing attention—with two cultivators at the gate.

“Now the dilemma: how long must I wait?”

Han Jue wrestled with the thought.

New text materialized before him:

[You can choose a small place. The system will help you create a barrier. The cultivators outside the barrier will not be able to sense the changes within the barrier.]

Delight surged through Han Jue. He dashed to the door, confirmed the servants' absence at the garden, then secured it shut.

Positioning himself mid-room, he summoned the stats panel. Trembling fingers hovered before tapping the final line: [Click here to start the life of games].

Success!

Attributes updated before his eyes.

Text scrolled into view for Han Jue:

[Beginning Life of Games]

[Recount of your life]

[Han Jue, you were born in a Cultivation Sect in the mortal world. From a young age, you were exceptionally beautiful and loved by everyone. Your parents abandoned you when you were young. It was as if you had a destiny for something. You have a talent that surpasses the rest of the world in the art of the sword. You can often feel that the world contains six mysterious powers that you cannot grasp or see...]

[Until today, you accidentally awakened the Immortal Emperor’s inheritance and obtained the unparalleled “Six Paths of Reincarnation Technique”. Because of this, you embarked on the path of cultivation.]

[Please choose your main cultivation route.]