Chapter 119: The Secret SP Harvest in the Azure Ruins
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With a flick of restrained spiritual energy, a small pocket-sized non-lethal explosion of frostfire erupted at the cocky cultivator's feet. The burst sent ice shards scattering across the old stone floor. With startled disbelief, the man jumped back, his face twisting into a mix of shock and awe. In the background, a few students exchanged nervous giggles and whispered exclamations.
Kent's internal system chimed with its familiar digital notifications:
+199 SP copied from xxx (Shock).
+399 SP copied from xxx (Shock).
+699 SP copied from xxx (Shock).
+599 SP copied from xxx, xxx, xxx (Laughter).
+999 SP copied from xxx, xxx, xxx (Anger). flashed discreetly in his mind.
Acting with genuine concern, Kent stepped up beside the trembling cultivator. "Hey, you alright? Looks like the floor doesn't appreciate all that hot air you were blowing earlier," he said softly, his tone warm yet laced with mischievous undertones.
