Top Tier Providence, Secretly Cultivate for a Thousand Years Chapter 4: Threatened by Demonic Cultivator, Reward Is a Sword Technique

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Han Jue and Xing Hongxuan reached a secluded spot within the woods. A wave of discomfort washed over Han Jue, as he dreaded that Xing Hongxuan might demand... that particular favor.

Xing Hongxuan spun around, fixing him with an intense, fiery stare.

Han Jue avoided meeting her gaze directly.

With a smile, Xing Hongxuan said, “Relax, I’m not here to trouble you. I simply want to know if you’re truly content staying as a servant in this herb garden forever?”

Han Jue remained quiet.

Next, she’ll demand I kneel and turn into her plaything?

Stepping closer, Xing Hongxuan leaned in and murmured into his ear, “Assist me with a task. In return, I’ll aid your cultivation and free you from your mortal status.”

“What task?”

Xing Hongxuan’s lips moved silently, yet Han Jue heard her words crystal clear.

“Obtain Elder Iron’s alchemy recipe for me. When I depart from the Jade Pure Sect, I’ll take you with me to the Fiendish Cult. I’ll cherish you going forward. Serving under me, you’ll face no hardships. Should you possess talent and advance in cultivation, we could even become dao companions.”

Sound transmission!

Han Jue’s eyes bulged in shock.

This woman turns out to be a fiendish cultivator!

Han Jue found himself at a loss.

This wasn’t trivial. Agreeing would pit him against the whole Jade Pure Sect.

Refusing meant Xing Hongxuan wouldn’t allow him to leave these woods.

Elder Iron was absent. This was merely the outer sect of the Jade Pure Sect. Shouting wouldn’t bring anyone.

Patiently, Xing Hongxuan circled Han Jue without pressing him.

Han Jue assessed his odds of overpowering Xing Hongxuan.

Both stood at the seventh level of the Qi Refinement realm. Lacking spells or tools, how could he possibly beat her?

Brute force wouldn’t work.

Feigning fear, Han Jue stammered, “I have no clue where it’s kept. Plus, Zhang Ge is guarding it...”

Satisfaction gleamed in Xing Hongxuan’s eyes. Han Jue’s silence on the recipe itself proved his cleverness.

“No problem. I’ve got time on my side. I’ll wait for you,” she replied smilingly.

Producing a pill, she added, “This will awaken your cultivation aptitude. Swallow it—it’s my welcome gift.”

Han Jue eyed the pill, resembling chocolate.

Poison, without doubt!

Unable to decline outright, Han Jue popped it into his mouth.

Secretly, he encased it in spirit Qi to stop it from dissolving.

After gulping it down, Han Jue bared his empty mouth to Xing Hongxuan on purpose, then exclaimed eagerly, “Many thanks, immortal fairy! I’ll give it my all!”

Curse her!

Give me another year of cultivation, and I’ll show you my true power!

Joining the Fiendish Cult so easily? No chance.

He craved eternal life, not constant peril.

Giggling behind her hand, Xing Hongxuan caressed Han Jue’s cheek and purred, “Such a good boy. I’ll raise you as my future husband.”

Han Jue feigned thrill.

Internally, revulsion churned.

Foolish wench, you think yourself worthy of me?

She fondled his face a bit longer before they headed back to the herb garden.

The male cultivator eyed Han Jue with suspicion, brow furrowed.

Xing Hongxuan flashed a enigmatic smile and resumed cultivating.

As Han Jue stepped into the herb garden, text lines abruptly materialized before him.

[You were threatened by the fiendish cultivator Xing Hongxuan. You have the following choices.]

Huh?

Rewards even for this?

Excellent!

Han Jue’s eyes sparkled.

His resolve to defy her strengthened further.

...

Darkness cloaked the night...

Back in his room, Han Jue triggered the barrier array.

He then regurgitated the pill from his gut and stashed it in his sash.

Settling onto the wooden bed, he pulled out a steamed bun and began munching.

Though he’d forsaken mortal food, pretense was needed to avoid suspicion.

Deep into the night.

Once the five slaves slumbered, Han Jue resumed cultivation.

With his supreme potential, overtaking Xing Hongxuan would prove simple.

Days passed with Han Jue tending duties routinely.

Zhang Ge secluded himself in Elder Iron’s dwelling for cultivation, sparing Han Jue entry excuses.

Xing Hongxuan displayed no urgency.

Half a year flew by in an instant.

[Name: Han Jue]

[Lifespan: 18 / 85]

[Race: Mortal]

[Cultivation: 8th level of the Qi Refinement Realm]

[Technique: Six Paths of Reincarnation Technique (Can be inherited)]

[Magic: None]

[Mystical Power: None]

[Equipment: None]

[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.]

[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.]

[Check interpersonal relationships]

...

Han Jue advanced to the eighth level of Qi Refinement Realm, with every spiritual root hitting the eighth level too.

Notably, his lifespan extended by twenty years, filling him with joy.

The rush of spiritual Qi surging wildly felt utterly amazing.

Meanwhile, Xing Hongxuan and Elder Iron stagnated in progress.

Such was the chasm between genius and ordinary folk.

Han Jue inwardly rejoiced.

True strength demanded enduring solitude.

Starting as a plain mortal, he’d likely lag at third or fourth Qi Refinement by now.

That evening.

Footsteps sounded outside. Han Jue swiftly lay down and sealed the barrier.

“I’ll draw Zhang Ge away. Sneak in afterward to grab the item.”

Xing Hongxuan’s voice transmitted directly to Han Jue’s ears.

Springing up, he flung open his eyes.

Blast it.

No escaping this after all.

Patiently, Han Jue bided his time.

At the eighth level of Qi Refining, divine sense awakened in him, sharpening his senses extraordinarily.

Faintly, he caught furniture crashing in the far pavilion.

“Move in now.”

Xing Hongxuan’s voice whispered again. Han Jue felt her and Zhang Ge vault away over the rooftops.

Silently rising, Han Jue readied his performance.

Creeping from the house cautiously, he glanced at the herb garden gate and spotted the male cultivator slumped beneath a tree, status unknown—dead or merely out.

“Pathetic weakling.”

Han Jue scoffed inwardly.

He made for the pavilion.

Elder Iron’s two-story pavilion resembled a lavish villa, opulent with porcelains and artworks everywhere. Entering, Han Jue aimlessly poked around.

He invested zero real effort.

Even desirable finds lacked storage space anyway.

After lounging half an hour, Han Jue rose to flip through drawers, staging a token search.

Another half hour ticked by.

Xing Hongxuan burst back in. Spotting him, she demanded, “Did you find it?”

Beside a vase, Han Jue pivoted and replied, “No luck. I checked every spot, but nothing.”

Suddenly, he noticed Xing Hongxuan drenched in blood.

Did she slay Zhang Ge?

Instinctively retreating, Han Jue toppled the table vase.

Ping—

It crashed and shattered on the ground.

From the fragments emerged a manual, etched with two bold characters.

Alchemy recipe.

Dead silence!

The room hung so still, a pin drop would echo.

Stunned, Han Jue felt profound embarrassment.

Uh...

Damn!

Elder Iron stashes treasures like this?

Xing Hongxuan’s gaze shifted from the recipe to Han Jue, her eyes resembling an endless void.

Astonished, Han Jue blurted, “He hid it inside a vase! That old fox sure knows concealment!”