My SSS-Rank Skill and System is too OP in Modern Cultivation world

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They worked until the next patch lay neat and ready. Grandpa Yu poured a small flask of diluted Thunder‑Wood Essence over the soil. Kent fetched carrot, tomatoes, and radish seed, planting each furrow with care. A breeze carried a warm earth smell; it felt like hope.

Meanwhile, high above the building, Silver Muse flashed in sunlight. Inside, Nima guided the spokes with confidence. Auri perched on the dash, eyes sharp, calling out "Chip!" if a drone veered near.

Aunty Zhou gripped her tote bags, gaze sweeping over water glinting far below. "Such speed," she murmured.

Nima grinned. "Mu boat can go faster, but we stay slow to enjoy the view."

They followed green beacon lights that marked safe lanes. Towers slid past like giant stone candles. Soon the South Market roof appeared like a grid of red tarps and tin chimneys.

Nima circled once, then set the skimmer down on an empty delivery pad. The landing struts touched with a soft clack. She powered down lift runes until the hull rested quiet.

Guard drones hovered, scanning, but the registry tags Kent had inscribed the night before Nima cause a problem. Every flying boats needs a registry tag. Otherwise it will labeled as a illegal. Nexus Yang Li helped him get a registration for Nima. He wanted Nima to his disciple, so permitted it and gave it to Kent very quickly.

Nima and aunty Zhou hopped out from the flying boat. "Shopping time!" Nima declared.

The market buzzed with life. Smoke from fry‑woks twisted through the air. Merchants shouted prices. Children chased each other between crates of cabbage and baskets of dried squid.

Nima led Aunty Zhou to the seed row. They bartered: three packets of scarlet‑pepper seeds, two of cabbage, and one experimental Moon Onion. This variety is said to double in size under moonlight.

Aunty Zhou bargained hard, trading a jar of her homemade chili paste for a discount. The vendor bowed in respect. They know aunty Zhou's husband is a big shot Cultivator. She has been living in the countryside of the metro city for over a few decades. She always boasts about husband. So no one dared to mess with her. Mostly the common vendors who charge over price.

They next visited the feed stall. Nima purchased two big sacks of mutant‑bean fertilizer pellets, the kind that boosts leaf growth. She paid extra for a small crate of mineral booster dust.

Nima thinks, "Kent will thank me when he sees these."

Auri flew ahead, scouting snack stands. He chirped when he located a booth selling sesame‑honey twists as long as a man's hand. Chip!, "Nima I found honey sesame. They look so yummy. Let's try some."

Nima bought five. Two for her, two for Auri and one for aunty Zhou.

There Bags were full of supplies, they climbed back into Silver Muse. Nima stowed fertilizer sacks in the rear cargo net. Auri curled around the snack bag.

With a hum the flying boat lifted from the ground. It was gliding above the rooftops. Below, ferries cut white lines in the river. Clouds drifted like lazy sheep overhead.

Aunty Zhou closed her eyes, enjoying the gentle sway. "This is kinder than any tram," she sighed.

Nima glanced at the horizon. The fields waited for their return and lunch too. She pushed the throttle a little. The boat leapt forward, wind roaring past. Auri squealed in delight. They were way to the the home.

Kent straightened, wiping dirt from his face, when he heard the distant hum. Silver Muse appeared with a WHOSH, angling smoothly down. The skimmer touched grass near the persimmon tree. Engines whispered to silence.

Nima popped the hatch. "Delivery complete!"

Kent jogged over. "Everything go well? Did you cause any trouble?"

Aunty Zhou handed him receipts and the precious pepper seeds. "Market man tried to overcharge, but your sister is sharp. Don't worry, Nima is such a good child. She didn't cause any problems."

Kent laughed, taking the heavy fertilizer sacks from the cargo net. "These will feed a whole block."

Grandpa Yu approached, wiping hands on his robe. He sniffed the mineral booster dust approvingly. "Good. The soil still hungry."

Auri climbed onto Kent's shoulder, dropped a single sesame twist into Kent's palm, payment for labor. Kent ate it with a smile.

They spent the next hour mixing mutant bean pellets into the two new beds. Kent walked backward, pouring a thin stream as old man Xian Yu tilled. Nima followed with a watering can, sprinkling booster solution.

Kent thinks, "Each sack cost a little, but the harvest will triple. I can sell bundles to fancy restaurants downtown. I will give some to princess Louis."

The vision cheered him. He pictured sleek boxes of carrots and onions arriving at city kitchens, chefs gasping, payment chits rolling in.

The afternoon sun slid west. Shadows stretched long. When they finished the last row, Grandpa Yu chanted again. Auri swirled overhead, trailing sparks that danced in the late light. Tiny seedlings pushed up moments later, radish tops red‑rimmed against black soil.

Nima squealed. "Instant seed babies! They look so cute."

Even Kent, weary, laughed aloud. The land truly was reborn. Tools were washed before they gathered by the porch. Nima brewed mint tea; Auri helped Nima with carrying the tea cups with him beak.

The old man Xian Yu leaned back, joints creaking. "A good day. Tomorrow we rest the soil and strengthen irrigation pipe."

Kent nodded, sipping warm tea while he think, "And maybe draw plans for a second big skimmer."

Nima's eyes shone. "Big brother, this tea is so yummy. I think I can open a Caffe."

"We'll see." Kent smiled.

Aunty Zhou placed pepper seeds into a clay jar, sealing it with wax. "These will wait until spring," she said.

Evening shadows cooled the yard. The seedbeds glowed faint where Thunder‑Wood essence lingered.

Kent looked at his sister, his master or his neighbor, and the tiny Emberling phoenix perched content on the stair rail. The ache of previous loss had not vanished, but today's work and laughter layered over it like fresh soil on ash.

He thought again of money, markets, and motherly mysteries. But those could wait. Tonight there was only the smell of mint, the hum of growing life, and the quiet pride of a family, strange and stitched‑together. Who had tilled ruin into hope.

Kent thinks, "Tomorrow will be busy again. But for now, this is enough."

He raised his cup. "To sprouts, to skies, to the best shopping crew in the city."

"Cheers!" Nima chirped. Auri echoed with a happy "Chip!" Cups clinked in the golden dusk, and the garden listened, ready to grow.

First light slipped past Kent's shutters, painting his room in pale pink and gold. He woke with a state of half‑dreaming of scorched fields and whispering seedlings. Then he remembered the promise he'd made: today he would refine his sword intent and meet with Jade Monroe for his share of spoils from the azure forest ruins.

He swung his legs over the bed and sat up. Auri, the Emberling phoenix‑sparrow fledgling, ruffled his newly brightened feathers atop the desk. Tiny embers flickered at the tips of his wings, as if eager for the day's adventure.

Kent reached beneath his pillow and stroked the rune‑etched coin, still warm from its nighttime glow. Then he dressed quickly: sturdy trousers, a fitted tunic that let him move with ease, and rubber boots scuffed from the ruin's ash.

Kent thinks, "I have to be sharp. My current sword intent is Level 2. If I am able to upgrade it by one level then… Level 3 sword intent might open new paths for me. And perhaps even new types to sword moves."

He drew a steady breath, recalling Xian Yu's words about intent: "A blade lives in the heart. Forging the spirit is far more vital than shaping the steel." With that in mind, Kent left his room and descended the wooden stairs two at a time.

Outside, Silver Muse rested on her four rune supports, hull gleaming faintly in the dawn. Auri hopped down the companion steps, chirping impatiently. "Kent, where are you going? Can I come with you? I feel bored. Nima is still sleeping."

Kent nodded, "Come if you want. I just going to the tool room." He led the way to the small tool shed where all his broken swords lay, from the azure forest ruins. There were many swords but this three blades were the most intact ones. He also pulled out the sword which Xian Yu gave him.

Longsword A: snapped mid‑haft, brass guard dented.

Longsword B: bent tip, steel edge chipped.

Apology Saber: gift from Xian Yu, a single edged blade with a dragon etched guard still pristine.

Kent lifted each sword in turn, feeling the weight of memories. He'd prized them for their balance, even broken, their spirit lingered. The apology saber was new, and its steel carried a strong sword intent to mend what lightning had torn.

Kent thinks, "I owe my breakthrough to both loss and guidance. It's only right I weave their spirits into mine."