【Descendant of the Immortal Emperor: After starting Game of Life, obtain a peerless cultivation technique and one thousand high-grade spirit stones】

　　Logan Carter was stunned for a moment.

　　His eyes widened, and he was instantly overjoyed.

　　Four innate fortunes!

　　This was the first time four innate fortunes had appeared, and they all looked incredible.

　　The more Logan Carter looked, the more excited he became.

　　This is it!

　　No!

　　These are it!

　　Four top-tier, one peerless!

　　Just looking at them, you could tell they were extraordinary.

　　After rolling for eleven years, day after day, Heaven has finally rewarded my perseverance!

　　Logan Carter tried hard to calm himself.

　　Without a spiritual root aptitude, he still couldn’t click to start his Game of Life.

　　He had to roll for spiritual roots again.

　　“Finally, the hard times are over. With these four supreme innate fortunes, even if I start cultivating at forty, it’ll still be in time. I can peacefully roll for my spiritual root aptitude.”

　　Thinking of this, Logan Carter felt delighted.

　　He’d already been rolling for eleven years—what’s another eleven?

　　Logan Carter let out a long breath, then got up and left the house to begin the day’s work.

　　The house he lived in had six people, each with their own bed. The others had already gotten up early.

　　Everyone had their own area of responsibility and dared not make any mistakes.

　　Logan Carter was still young and only needed to do some simple chores; Elder Grant didn’t dare let him be responsible for a whole area.

　　Today’s sunlight was especially bright.

　　Perhaps it was related to his mood.

　　The other servants didn’t notice any change in Logan Carter; since he hadn’t started his Game of Life yet, the bonuses from the four innate fortunes hadn’t appeared.

　　Noon.

　　Two cultivators arrived.

　　Yu Qing Sect was vast, surrounded by mountains near the herb garden. Cultivators weren’t usually allowed here; most of the time, only outer sect stewards came to collect pills. These two cultivators, a man and a woman, had outstanding temperaments, like an immortal couple, attracting all the servants’ attention.

　　Logan Carter also turned to look at the entrance of the herb garden.

　　“So dazzling and glamorous.”

　　Logan Carter sighed.

　　The servants’ clothes were all tattered, while the two cultivators’ robes were clean and splendid, as if they’d stepped out of an online cultivation game as NPCs.

　　Logan Carter was just idly sighing; he didn’t envy them at all.

　　He had already rolled four innate fortunes—his future achievements would far surpass any outer disciple of Yu Qing Sect.

　　“From today on, the two of us will be responsible for guarding Elder Grant’s herb garden. You don’t need to pay attention to us, nor disturb our cultivation.” The male cultivator said to Elder Bennett with a blank expression.

Chapter 2: Six Paths Spiritual Body, Top-tier Spiritual Root

　　“Did something happen to Elder Grant?” Elder Bennett asked cautiously.

　　Although Elder Grant was moody, Elder Bennett had accompanied him for decades and naturally didn’t want anything to happen to him.

　　The female cultivator shook her head and said, “Recently, demonic cultivators have infiltrated Yu Qing Sect. The outer sect specially sent us to protect you. There’s no need to worry.”

　　Hearing this, Elder Bennett couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

　　He cupped his hands in salute, then turned and left.

　　The two cultivators each walked away and sat cross-legged under the trees on either side of the herb garden entrance to cultivate.

　　As they began to breathe in and out, visible whirlwinds appeared around them.

　　That must be spiritual energy.

　　Logan Carter thought silently, then continued watering the plants.

　　……

　　The next day.

　　Logan Carter continued rolling the dice.

　　[Spiritual Root Aptitude: None]

　　Logan Carter rolled his eyes.

　　He wasn’t even surprised anymore.

　　He wasn’t anxious either. After all, he’d already rolled four top-tier innate fortunes; he could take his time with the spiritual root aptitude.

　　The arrival of the two cultivators hadn’t changed the lives of the herb garden servants.

　　The monotonous days continued.

　　Every day, besides working, Logan Carter exercised and rolled the dice.

　　On the third day.

　　He rolled the dice!

　　[Spiritual Root Aptitude: None]

　　Alright then!

　　You got me!

　　Logan Carter cursed inwardly.

　　On the fourth day.

　　[Spiritual Root Aptitude: Mixed Five Elements Root, achievement unlikely to surpass Foundation Establishment]

　　Hmm, the standard for mortal cultivators.

　　Logan Carter shook his head.

　　He had to keep rolling—he absolutely couldn’t be a mere mortal cultivator.

　　And so, Logan Carter exercised and rolled the dice every day.

　　Most of the time, it was mixed roots.

　　He didn’t get discouraged, believing he would eventually roll a heaven-defying spiritual root aptitude.

　　It didn’t matter if he started cultivating a bit later.

　　After all, he had no enemies.

　　……

　　Two years later.

　　Elder Grant returned, and the two cultivators bid farewell.

　　All the servants gathered and knelt before Elder Grant.

　　Elder Grant wore a black robe, two gourds at his waist, his hair black and white, his face stern and harsh, giving the impression of a very bad temper.

　　“Not bad, no mistakes were made.”

　　Elder Grant looked around and smiled in satisfaction.

　　The servants breathed a sigh of relief and all smiled.

　　Elder Grant looked at Logan Carter and the other youths beside him.

　　“You four, come with me.”

　　Elder Grant pointed, then walked toward his pavilion.

　　Logan Carter was one of the four.

　　They immediately followed.

　　“Is he going to assign us responsibility for part of the garden?” Logan Carter wondered silently.

　　He suddenly noticed Elder Grant’s right hand, hidden in his sleeve, was dripping blood.

　　Logan Carter was instantly horrified.

　　Could it be that Elder Grant was injured and wanted to use them to make puppets or pills?

　　In his previous life, Logan Carter had read many cultivation novels, and the phrase that stuck with him most was: “Better my fellow Daoist die than me.”