My SSS-Rank Skill and System is too OP in Modern Cultivation world-Chapter 134: The Great SP Harvest and the Butt-Pill Alchemist

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The spring bubbled. A frog leaped onto his boot. It stared at him like a predator. He stared back. "…Please tell me you lay golden eggs or something." The frog blinked and hopped away.

"Damn it."

Kent stood up and cracked his neck. "Back to the hunt." And with that, he disappeared into the forest once more. Somewhere out there, Nima was building her army with Auri.

When Kent was fighting 666. Back at the camp, The students were slowly waking up, stretching, yawning, and rubbing their sore limbs from the previous day's battles. A group of Watchers stood in a semi-circle near the extinguished campfire, whispering among themselves.

A teacher with a grizzled beard and tired eyes, Master Orlen, scanned the camp and frowned. "Where's Kent and that boy in the dark cloak?" he asked, his voice gruff.

A nearby student, still half-asleep and clutching a pillow like it was a sacred artifact, blinked. "Kent? I think . He went to poop. Said it was urgent. The other guy followed him. They haven't come back…"

One hour later… When Kent was looking for a gift for Nima. One of the Watchers stepped forward. "It's been hours. None of them came back." He exchanged glances with another Watcher. "We should look for them… immediately."

Orlen let out a long sigh. "I swear, if those two got themselves killed in a toilet-based ambush, I'm retiring." He waved his hand. "You, you and you, form a search group. If we don't find them nearby within the hour, we move on without them."

A few students gasped. "What? We can't just leave Kent!"

"Why not?" one of the more sarcastic ones grumbled. "He Knew the risk yet he came inside the ruins. It's up to fate. We can't compromise all of your lifes for one person."

Back to Kent's location.

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[Ding! Detected: 27 evolved trees with high intelligence.

Warning: Moderate hostility level detected in native flora—likely due to centuries of neglect.]

Perfect, he thought. With a playful glint in his eye, he set off toward the nearest tree. It was a squat, massively knotted specimen with bark layered in intricate, red runes that pulsed every few seconds. As soon as Kent stepped too close, the tree jerked as if startled. A thick, vine-like branch whipped out, nearly catching him in a leafy embrace.

"Ha! You sneaky old bag," Kent laughed, dodging the branch easily. "I know your tricks." He lightly jabbed his finger at the bark. Almost instantly, the tree gave a series of low grumbling sounds and bright notifications flashed in his mind:

[Ding! +300 SP copied from Tree (Annoyance).]

Encouraged, Kent decided to push his luck. He tickled the tree's rough trunk with his fingertips, eliciting a confused rustle of leaves and a sudden barrage of notifications:

[Ding! +600 SP copied (Irritation), +750 SP (Confusion), +999 SP (Existential Crisis).]

The tree shuddered as if it were laughing at its own cosmic misery. Kent doubled over with laughter. "Oh man, you're ticklish! Adorable and pathetic at the same time!" He darted from one evolved tree to the next, each encounter sparking spontaneous hilarity. One tree attempted to slam its massive roots at him; another flung a shower of glowing sap that, against all odds, tasted like sour candy.

On one particularly thin tree, Kent discovered it performed an impromptu interpretive dance—a spectacle of creaking, groaning, and a nearly audible "Oh no!" that earned him a flurry of SP notifications.

By mid-afternoon, with beads of sweat glistening on his brow, Kent had amassed hundreds of thousands of SP. He wandered through the grove, purposefully provoking and cajoling the evolved trees into releasing their emotion. Sometimes he'd throw a well-timed compliment ("You're looking extra gnarly today, buddy!") and at other moments, he'd stage a playful "duel" with a branch, his feints and flicks drawing spontaneous notifications as each tree let out its digital anguish.

At one point, a particularly cantankerous tree—its bark etched with flickering runes that indicated it had seen many winters—sent down a branch that grazed Kent's cheek like a long-forgotten caress. Kent paused for a moment, rubbing his face. "I swear, you're almost friendly… almost." The tree then followed up with a low, mournful creak that flooded his display with a whopping bonus:

[Ding! +1999 SP (Pure Soul Release).]

Kent's laughter echoed softly through the forest. "Not bad, nature. Not bad at all." After playing with the trees Kent tossed them inside his void domain.

Meanwhile, several hundred kilometers away…

In a completely separate part of the sprawling Azure Forest Ruins, the afternoon sun shone down with a lazy indifference. Here, Nima was on her own chaotic mission, moving with the confidence of someone who had long since given up on playing by anyone else's rules.

With Auri fluttering close, she advanced through a crumbling corridor of moss-laden pillars and ancient debris. Her ever-expanding band of underlings—an odd mix of wild beasts followed in loose formation, their eyes bright with a mixture of fear and admiration.

Today, however, her hunt was not for treasure or power—her mission was personal. "Where in Kent?" she muttered under her breath, her eyes scanning every cracked stone and shadowy corner. She had been searching tirelessly since the morning, and the more she looked, the angrier she grew.

As she rounded a particularly narrow passage, she heard a peculiar sound… a mix of muffled groans and a repetitive squelching noise. Leading the group, Nima's curiosity peaked. "Everyone, hush!" she snapped. "I think there's something… interesting coming up."

Auri flitted overhead, chirping inquisitively as Nima approached the source of the noise. When they emerged into an open clearing, the scene that met their eyes was almost too absurd to believe. In the center of the clearing, surrounded by a jumble of discarded robes and rusted tools, sat a corpulent man hunched over a steaming rock. His skin glistened with sweat, and his face was a picture of concentrated agony as he worked on something unusual.

As Nima drew closer, she noticed a pungent odor mingling with the earthy scent of the ruins. The man was hunched with a mixture of determination and desperation, and his focus was fixed on what he was doing—he was… well, he was making pills from his own butt. It's was Harper Li.

"Fatty Li," Nima hissed, unable to hide a snicker behind her otherwise stern expression. "What exactly are you doing here?" she snapped in a tone that combined mockery with genuine irritation.

The corpulent man startled, nearly spilling his steaming concoction. "W-What? Why are you alone? It's dangerous here. You should have stick with a group." he stuttered, eyes wide as he clutched his robes tightly, his face flushing with embarrassment and fear.

Without missing a beat, Nima stepped forward, hands on her hips. "I'm Boss Nima, and I don't need anyone. First explain what were doing?" Her eyes narrowed, and Auri chirped a series of amused yet sympathetic notes overhead.

Before Fatty Li could formulate a response, a host of Nima's fifty underling beasts—dire wolves, horned lizards, and even a couple of oversized pigs—descended into the clearing. Their snarls and menacing postures made it clear they were not in the mood for any nonsense.

Fatty Li's eyes widened in terror as he babbled, "I—I'm just trying to make spiritual pills! They're supposed to cure… um, anxiety? No, no, improve skin elasticity! Nima, Move these scary beast. They are masking me nervous."

Nima snapped. "If you want to survive in these ruins, you'll need to be brave." She crossed her arms, her voice laced with authority. "You're coming with me. I will make you brave and together we look for Kent."

Fatty Li's trembling voice among the group, pleaded, "No thank you, you go on. I just wanted to make a little extra coin—"

"Silence!" Nima roared, her eyes flashing as she unceremoniously grabbed Fatty Li by his sleeve. "You can make your pills later. For now, you're my underling. Consider this your initiation into Nima Nation."

Before he could protest, Nima snapped her fingers. A nearby massive beasts, a hulking mix of a dire wolf and a lizard roared and lunged, snapping its jaws around Fatty Li's arm. "Are you coming or not? If you don't come willingly then I will drag you with me."

Fatty Li, half-dragged, half-hurled away by the beast, howled in a mixture of terror and humiliation. "I'm sorry, Boss Nima, I'm so sorry! I'll do anything!" he almost cried, his voice a desperate mix of fear and submission.

The underlings erupted into a mixture of shocked gasps. Even Auri gave a tiny chirp as if to say, "Poor Fatty Li."

Satisfied for now, Nima adjusted her stance. "Good," she said. "Now, we have work to do." She looked over at her beast crew "Listen up!" she yelled at the group. "We have to find Kent. He's been missing for far too long, and if he doesn't show up soon, I'm not going to talk to him for a week."