Why is My System Glitching

Lordi Payne's heart sank like a stone dropped into a deep well. Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask about selling his pills, a chirpy, childlike voice interrupted him. He turned to see a green-feathered parrot perched on a flower branch, its wings flapping as it trilled in a surprisingly articulate tone.

"Don't talk nonsense, esteemed guest," the parrot said, its voice dripping with mock offense. "The Tower of Hundred Treasures is a sect-owned business. How could we possibly scam our own disciples? What you're describing—buying pills outside the tower—well, that's a gamble. The quality of those pills depends entirely on your own judgment. But here? Every item we sell has been rigorously inspected by professional experts."

The parrot hopped to another branch, its emerald feathers glinting in the light. "Take this bottle of Bone Tempering Pills, for example. It's the work of Kim Simona from Raven Silk Peak. Her alchemy skills are renowned even here across Alchemy Peak. She's one of the most promising disciples likely to ascend the Great Path of Dao through alchemy in recent years. Convincing her to sign a long-term supply contract wasn't cheap, you know. How can the masterpieces of such a prodigy be priced the same as those crafted by some random, unknown alchemist?"

The squat cultivator huffed, crossing his arms. "Then give me something from a regular alchemist! Sure, I've heard of this Senior Sister Kim Simona, but let's be real—a Bone Tempering Pill is a Bone Tempering Pill. Taking her pill isn't going to catapult me straight to immortality. Why should I waste my spirit stones on something I don't need?" Thɪs chapter is updated by novel⦿fire.net

The parrot tilted its head, its beady eyes gleaming with confidence. "As the eastern saying goes, 'Without accumulating small steps, one cannot reach a thousand miles; without gathering small streams, rivers and seas cannot form.' Cultivation is a long grind—every inch counts. High-quality pills naturally yield better results than average ones. Think about it: in the mortal world, those who feast on rich meats and fish are generally stronger and healthier than those who subsist on porridge and vegetables, right? The difference might not be obvious at first, but over time, it adds up. If you consistently use elixirs crafted by a master like Kim Simona, while others settle for mediocrity, how could there not be a difference?"

The male cultivator hesitated, his expression shifting as the parrot's words sank in. "Uh... I suppose... " he muttered, scratching his head.

Seizing the moment, Lordi Payne stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, seniors, where can I sell my elixir pills?"

The parrot barely glanced at him, flicking a wing dismissively. "Straight to the back courtyard, through the moon gate. Third room on the left. The pill appraiser is inside."

Lordi Payne thanked the parrot and began to walk away, but he hadn't taken more than three steps before the bird's crisp, jabbering voice carried after him. "See that guy? Here to sell pills too. Look at him—shabby clothes, weak cultivation, probably can't even afford decent herbs or a proper alchemy lab. How much experience do you think he has balancing flame heat and herb essence? The pills made by someone like him? The sect only buys them out of pity, even if it means taking a loss."