My SSS-Rank Skill and System is too OP in Modern Cultivation world-Chapter 155: Opening the Forsaken Gate
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The old man Xian Yu nodded thoughtfully. "Wise moves. Kid, you will find many treasures in the auction. But you need big capital to win an item. It's better to save some money before you participate. A big action is held every six months. You should attend that one."
Nima danced around Auri, who preened in the attention. She doesn't care about some auctions. She was happy with the snacks. Then Auri and Nima start arguing about who will eat the cheese chips.
Kent thought again, "I can sell some of my treasures for more money… who knows what item I will find in the auction."
He placed a hand on Nima's shoulder. "Stop your argument. Let's finish off this week of planting, then think about harvest. We have good rain coming."
Together, the three strode to the first test bed, shovels ready. The sun shone high, promising warmth and growth.
That evening, Kent retreated to his room once more. He sat down on his bed and finally allowed himself a moment to breathe. Auri hopped onto the desk, thumbnail‑sized flickers of ember dancing across his body.
Kent reached into his mind to open the system. A pale interface bloomed in his mind's eye. He swiped through options:
[System Status-
Skill Menu
Cultivator Chat Groups]
"This chat function is finally unlocked. I became a Level-C cultivator. Of course… then Let's see what function this chat group holds."
He selected the cultivator chat group option. Two entries appeared in front of his eyes.
[1. Black interface (it was covered in black fog, he couldn't see anything.)
2. Immortal chat group (request access)]
He hesitated. The Black interface looked cryptic and fully restricted. The Immortal chat group, however, might offer some new. He was very curious, what would he find in that chat group? Is it really an immortal chat group or something else?
Kent thinks, "If it's a real chat group… then I might have found something extraordinary. Now… let's join and see."
He tapped the Immortal chat group entry. The interface asked for confirmation.
[Send a join request? Approvals may take days.]
Kent swallowed. Chest tight with anticipation, he pressed Confirm.
[System Notification: Join request sent. Awaiting approval from immortal chat group Gatekeepers/admin.]
His vision faded to normal. Auri pecked at his sleeve, chirping an inquisitive tune. Kent smiled and patted the Emberling phoenix sparrow's head.
"Now I wait," he murmured. "Now, time to execute my SP farming plan."
A few hours later… Kent was alone inside his room and opened a small opening to his void domain. It revealed a void pocket and the central land where the Forsaken gate was held. It's a demonic artifact he'd taken in azure bay city.
Cold light drifted up like mist from the gate. Ten faint human shapes knelt inside: disciples of the Forsaken Gate, an evil sect wiped out thousands of years ago. Kent had captured these souls inside the void, bound them with system help.
Each disciple wore faded gray robes stitched with a broken gate symbol. Their eyes were dull, yet sparks of anger brightened when they saw Kent.
Kent whispered. "Tonight I loosen your chains."
He pulled a bone whistle from his coat. Thin grooves covered its surface, keys to each soul-seal.
(Note: He created it with his architect of creation skill. He can now control all the souls of Forsaken gate with this whistle. Skip this part. Reason: I need to make the story faster.)
One soft blow would cut half their bonds and let them walk the city under strict rules by Kent.
Kent spoke clearly, his voice low so Nima would not wake.
1. "Rule One: You move only within 100 kilometers of me. If you go farther than that, the seal will burn your soul."
2. "Rule Two: You harm no good person, no farmers, no students, no common watchers, no stall owner, bla bla bla."
3. "Rule Three: You may punish criminals, thieves, smugglers, slavers, scammers but no killing. Fear, pain, shame only."
4. "Rule Four: Break a rule, and I lock you forever."
The disciples' eyes flickered: hate, fear, maybe hope. They nodded; chains clinked.
Kent raised the whistle and blew once. The note was barely louder than a moth's wing, yet ten seals flashed on each disciple's wrist, then cracked like old ice. Metal cuffs shattered to dust.
They stood, stretching phantom arms. Kent stepped back. "Go," he ordered. "Return by dawn."
With a whoosh of dark mist, they vanished. Each soul slipping through walls like cold smoke.
Kent closed his room door and slipped into the back yard. The moon stood high. He opened the system map overlay: ten green dots fanning into the sleeping city.
He watched dot 03 first: it floated to a run-down alley. Below, a drunk thief tried to pry open a food-cart's lock. Disciple 03 whispered a dark chant; black fear rolled like fog. The thief froze, trembling, eyes wide.
[Ding! +60 SP copied from xxx (Shock)]
Disciple 03 carved the sect symbol on the cart's wall just a mark of warning then drifted on.
Dot 07 entered a warehouse district. Inside, a gang of smugglers counted stolen tablets. 07 slipped in, whirled chains of pure spiritual energy, cracking against their ankles. It was nothing lethal, just agony.
[Ding! +120 SP copied from Xxx (Pain)]
[Ding! +90 SP copied from xxx (Fear)]
Dot 02 and 09 landed in the same street, arguing in ghostly whispers over who deserved more "prey." They shoved each other; sparks flew.
[+200 SP copied from xxx (scared)]
[+200 SP copied from xxx (scared)]
Kent sighed. "Idiots haven't changed." But SP kept climbing. Hours passed. The disciples worked like ruthless patrol dogs:
05 scared a ring of con-artists into returning wallets.
08 spooked a corrupt guard so badly the man fainted in the barracks yard.
06 broke into an illegal casino and burned every marked deck, no fire, only illusion of flame, enough to set gamblers screaming.
Notifications rained:
[+150 SP copied from xxx (Terror)]
[+75 SP copied from xxx(Regret)]
[+110 SP copied from xxx (Humiliation)]
Kent's SP bar ticked upward, steady as a heartbeat. He was very pleased with his plan. Each night these ten demonic Sect disciples will earn him SP while he sleeps.
Near two a.m. Auri fluttered into Kent's window, woken by the steady pinging. He perched on Kent's shoulder, eyes sleepy. Kent chuckled. "Sorry, buddy. Business noise."
Auri pecked the bone whistle hanging on Kent's neck. "Chip-cheep? Danger?"
Kent rubbed the bird's head. "No danger. Just scaring bad guys."
He fetched a seed-cake from his desk drawer treat from Aunty Zhou and offered a piece. Auri snapped it up, wings flicking happily.
At three a.m. dot 01 strayed near the 100-kilometre edge. A red icon flashed.
[Ding! Warning: Seal Burn Imminent.]
Kent blew the whistle, two short notes. Sharp pain stabbed dot 01; it recoiled and turned back toward the city.
Kent sighed in relief. "They know the fence works." He scanned each soul: all stable, none killing, all feeding him SP. Good enough.
Grey washed the sky. Kent raised the whistle and blew a final long note, the recall tone. Ten gray figures came back knelt again silent, drained, yet strangely calmer than before. They had tasted freedom and purpose, even if twisted.
"Rest," he said. "Tomorrow night we plan new targets." One by one the disciples' dots homed into the void domain.
Kent shuffled into the kitchen just as Nima came out of her room. "Big Bro! Why are your eyes red?" she asked, squinting.
"Just… reading," he answered, stifling a yawn.
She eyed him, suspicious, then shrugged. "Breakfast is ready." Kent said. She jumped in.
They ate quietly. Auri perched on Nima's head, nibbling her hair crumbs. Xian Yu entered with the day's planting list.
Kent's mind buzzed with numbers: last night's haul, 210 thousand SP. Not bad for a trial run. I must go out with them. That way they can cover more areas of the city.
Nima chattered about radish rows. Xian Yu reminded her to stretch before digging. A simple morning in a house guarded by ghosts and secrets.
Later, while Nima played sky-pilot with Auri in the yard and Xian Yu repaired irrigation pipes, Kent ducked into his room. He checked the Immortal Chat Group request: still pending.
He opened a notebook, wrote three headings:
1. Auction Capital: Sell all low-value relics, convert to dollars, maybe borrow some money from Jade Monroe.
2. Forsaken Gate Patrol Schedule: rotate disciples, target thieves, smugglers, bribe takers. No killings.
He closed the book, tucked it under his pillow, and returned to the sunlight. Carrot tops waved in a gentle breeze. Auri looped the air, leaving trails of red sparks. Nima cheered. Xian Yu hummed an old tune.
Kent breathed deep. The field smelled of earth and hope. Under the scent lurked faint traces of fear, pain, and anger sold by wicked hearts the night before now turned into energy for a brighter harvest.
