My SSS-Rank Skill and System is too OP in Modern Cultivation world-Chapter 126: The Greedy Cultivator

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His tiny voice, though earnest, was lost amidst the mocking laughter. The greedy cultivators closed in, determined to seize his prized ring and claws.

In the ensuing chaos, Auri was forced into a desperate fight. His wings beat furiously as he darted this way and that, his enchanted claws flashing like tiny, lethal blades. He delivered quick, sharp pecks at any hand that tried to grab him. "Chip, chip!" he yelled out defiantly every time a cultivator's grip came near.

At first, his agile maneuvers allowed him to dodge and weave around the greedy attackers. However, the sheer numbers began to take their toll. One of the cultivators tried to snatch Auri's spatial ring. In the scuffle, a sharp sword struck against his delicate wing. A searing pain shot through him, and for a split second, his flight faltered.

"Ha! Look at that—our little treasure hunter can't even fly properly!" one of the cultivators jeered, his voice filled with cruel amusement. The leader laughed, "I told you that you can't run from us, fat crow!" Their laughter was harsh, echoing around the ruined corridor.

Auri's eyes flashed with a mix of hurt and anger. "Chip! CHIP, CHIP!" he chirped bitterly, his voice now layered with indignation. "I am a sparrow, not a crow!" he insisted silently. His chirps grew louder and more determined, a battle cry against the injustice of their mockery.

Chip! Chip! "Once Kent and Nima find out about this, you all will be punished."

Fuelled by humiliation and fury, Auri refused to back down. He launched himself directly at one of the cultivators who had been particularly aggressive. With a fierce dive, he pecked at the man's outstretched hand, causing the attacker to recoil with a yelp of surprise.

"Chip!" Auri exclaimed, his voice echoing with newfound determination.

But the cultivators were relentless. As Auri darted around, his injured wing began to slow him down. The greedy Cultivator leader, seizing the opportunity, lunged once more.

"Hand it over, you little pest!" he roared, trying to snatch the spatial ring from Auri's grasp. In the ensuing struggle, another cultivator managed to catch a hold of Auri's wing, inflicting another sharp cut that made the little bird cry out in pain.

"Chip, chip…" Auri's chirps were now pained and desperate, a sound that tugged at the heart even as it rang with defiance. The cultivators' mocking laughter swelled, their voices mingling with repeated cruel jibes—"Fat crow! Fat crow! Fat crow! "Is that all you've got?" Their words stung like icy daggers.

In that heated moment, Auri's anger reached a boiling point. His chirps turned into a rapid, furious barrage.

"CHIP! CHIP! CHIP!" he shrieked, his voice a blend of pain and fierce resolve. Every mocking remark, every insult, lit a fire within him. No longer would he allow himself to be belittled by these greedy, evil cultivators.

With a burst of raw and desperate spiritual energy, Auri launched a counterattack that was swift and unrelenting.

He darted toward the nearest attacker, his claws slashing with precision. His beak pecked out at the cultivator's hand, forcing him to drop his grip.

One by one, the cultivators found themselves unable to keep pace with the tiny bird's furious assault. Their sneers turned into cries of shock as Auri's relentless strikes sent them scattering.

"Once Kent and Nima hear you injured me, you'll all be sorry!" Auri repeats it again, his voice echoing off the ancient stone. His defiant words, though incomprehensible to his foes, carried an undeniable promise of retribution.

The battle raged on with Auri fighting tooth and nail to protect his treasure, spatial ring and artifact claws. However, despite his determined onslaught, his injured wing continued to weaken his defense.

Finally, after an exhausting flurry of attacks, the last of the greedy cultivators retreated, muttering curses and jeers under their breath. Their mocking laughter, however, still echoed bitterly in Auri's ears.

Panting and exhausted, Auri hovered uncertainty in the aftermath. His injured wing drooped sadly, and the pain was a constant reminder of the battle's toll. The laughter of the evil cultivators—accusing him of being a "fat crow" and mocking his feeble attempts at flight—rang in his ears like a bitter refrain.

Realizing he could no longer fight or escape through the skies, Auri made a painful decision. With a heavy heart, he descended slowly to a low, moss-covered ledge hidden deep within a quiet alcove of the ruins. There, away from the jeers and cruel laughter, he settled into a reluctant hideaway.

"Chip… chip…" he whispered, his voice soft with regret and determination. "I can't fly right now. I need to heal." His small eyes filled with tears as he replayed every insult and the mockery of being a "fat crow," the sneers, the cruel laughter and his heart burned with a vow: never again would he allow himself to be made a mockery of.

In the solitude of his hiding spot, Auri's thoughts churned with both anger and resolve. I am a sparrow, not a crow! He insisted repeatedly in his sharp, indignant chirps, "Chip! CHIP! I'm a sparrow!" Each cry was a promise of vengeance, a vow that when Kent found out, those evil cultivators would regret their actions.

Time passed slowly as Auri nursed his wounded wing. His once bright, energetic flights were now replaced by cautious, clumsy hops along the ledge. The spatial ring around his neck continued to glow softly, a silent reminder of his previous successes and a repository for the treasures he'd gathered. But now, the treasures felt hollow against the backdrop of humiliation and physical pain.

Auri's mind replayed the battle over and over. The mocking laughter, the jeers, the sneering insults—they all fueled a burning desire to prove himself. "I will rise again," he chirped quietly into the darkness, his voice heavy with determination. "I'll heal, and when I do, I'll show those greedy cultivators that mocking a sparrow only makes you look small." His chirps, filled with both sorrow and fierce resolve, reverberated off the ancient stone, echoing the promise of a comeback.

In the quiet hours before dawn, Auri remained hidden in his alcove. His tiny body shivered as he nursed his injury, but inside, a spark of defiant ambition glowed. "Once I'm healed, I'll be unstoppable," he chirped fervently.

Thus ended the turbulent day for Auri—a day of bitter humiliation, fierce battles, and a painful turning point that forged his resolve. Though he was forced to retreat and hide, his spirit was far from broken. Instead, it burned brighter with the promise of revenge and the certainty that his future would be defined not by his wounds, but by his relentless determination to rise above them.

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As the first light of dawn crept over the ancient ruins, casting a gentle glow on the mossy stone, Auri's soft chirps filled the air—a battle cry of hope and the promise of a comeback.

(Before we go further into the story , let's find out what Nima has been doing. Time yesterday, when Kent sent Auri to find treasure.)

Nima had taken matters entirely into her own hands. At barely eleven years old, she was already a force to be reckoned with, a small big boss with a booming voice and an attitude to match. With her spatial bracelet jingling with mysterious trinkets (that she claimed gave her "boss energy"), she roamed the ruins with an air of supreme authority, determined to carve her own legacy out of mischief and mayhem.

"Listen up, you bunch of slackers!" Nima yelled in anger, her voice echoing off the crumbling stone walls as she strutted through a narrow corridor of the Azure Forest Ruin.

Her eyes glittered with both mischief and self-importance. "I've got vegetables in my bag that are fresher than your excuses, and if you don't start pulling your weight, I'll have you scrubbing these ruins 'til you're as clean as my brother's kitchen!"

A group of low-level cultivators, who had been milling about in the corridor, exchanged glances. Some muttered under their breath, cursing her in their minds with thoughts like, "Ugh, here comes Boss Nima again," while others tried to hide their amusement.

Nima, however, was oblivious to their covert grumbling. She marched forward, clearly enjoying every moment.

Perched on her wrist was an assortment of strange trinkets and charms—an ever-present reminder of her status. "Now, you! Get over there and cook something edible," she ordered sharply at a group of students who were idling by a pile of rubble.

They cried while cooking. "Why did we make this little devil angry? I can't remember the bastard who gave suggestions to approach her."

After some time, Nima tasted the food.

Bleh!

"What the hell is this? I mean it—my brother's cooking is the best in the world, and you all are useless. How did you even get the courage to rob a cute girl like me yesterday?"

The students looked at each other in disbelief.