Why is My System Glitching

Ruru blinked, her face twisting in disbelief. "...What?" The request was bizarre—unthinkable, even, a breach of sect decorum—cultivators guarded their techniques like lifeblood. Yet the gravity in his eyes left no room for doubt, silenced her protest. After a heartbeat, she exhaled, her voice shaky but yielding. "... Fine. Alright. I’ll tell you." Thɪs chapter is updated by N()velFire.net

Ruru’s voice, weak but precise, cut through the tension. "My core technique is the same as yours—the Outer Sect’s standard Bone Tempering Art." She listed her skills with the efficiency of a seasoned cultivator, her blood-streaked face taut with focus. "For combat, I’ve mastered the Blood Burning Technique for desperate fights—it’s a martial spell I’d risk my life on, boosting my strength at critical moments. My Footwork Art is the Cloud Walking Rain Step, paired with my Spooky Serpent Seven Whips just perfect. And I’ve cultivated the Spirit Swallowing Technique..."

Lordi’s mind sifted her words like a blade through silk. The Bone Tempering Art was too basic, useless against the array’s grip. The Blood Burning Technique gave him pause—he recalled its entry in the Pavilion of Myriad Arts. It demanded Blood Qi Pills, common among Abyss Pit disciples but beyond his reach now. Getting them meant either attacking Ruru or returning to the Hanz Estate to rob their sect comrades—a death sentence either way, especially with the AwfulOS system’s retard influence lurking in his mind.

"Forget that," he muttered under his breath, dismissing both options.

His focus sharpened when Ruru mentioned the Cloud Walking Rain Step. "Senior Sister," he said, his voice urgent, eyes locking onto hers, "what exactly does this footwork art require when cultivate? Elixir pills, cultivation materials, special environments—be thorough."

Ruru’s brow creased at his intensity, but she answered without hesitation, her voice steady despite her wounds. "The Cloud Walking Rain Step is an elusive Outer Sect footwork art, mimicking the fleeting grace of clouds and the unpredictable patter of rain. It lets you move with ethereal lightness, weaving through attacks with near-intangible precision. Each step flows like water, evading strikes and repositioning effortlessly, confounding enemies with mirage-like agility. Mastery requires acute spatial awareness and a calm mind—one misstep breaks the rhythm, leaving you vulnerable. Legends say adepts can cross battlefields untouched, dancing between raindrops."

She paused, then added, "It demands a high-grade movement technique foundation and daily meditation to attune your spirit energy to the flow of wind and water. The key cultivation material is the Hydro Vibe Pill. Water-attributed treasures—like Aqua Element artifacts, one of the five cosmic elements in the universe—can accelerate mastery, but those are rare. The Hydro Vibe Pill is essential, though."

Lordi’s frown deepened. "Hydro Vibe Pill..." The name was unfamiliar, a blank from his past life. Was it tied to the Aqua Element, a water-attributed treasure? "Are these pills rare?" he pressed, his voice tight.

Ruru shook her head, wincing as she shifted in his grip. "Not rare, but expensive. You can buy them at the Tower of Hundred Treasures, but they cost a fortune in spirit $tones." Her voice dropped, a meaningful edge creeping in. "Shirley Quinn practices the same footwork art. She’d have Hydro Vibe Pills on her."

Lordi’s stomach lurched at Shirley’s name. The image of her half-skeletal form, wreathed in blood mist and malice, flashed in his mind—her warped face sneering with Cade’s stolen features. Stealing from her was suicide, a one-way ticket to a gruesome end. He shoved the thought aside, his jaw clenching. "No way in hell," he growled under his breath, crossing that option off his mental list.

"What about the Spooky Serpent Seven Whips?" Lordi pressed, his voice sharp, eyes locked on Ruru’s face. "What does it need to cultivate?"

Ruru’s gaze flickered, her voice steady despite her wounds. "The soul of a snake demon beast is a must," she said, her tone clipped, as if reciting from memory. "It’s the core of the technique—binding the whip’s strikes to the beast’s ferocity."

Lordi’s heart sank, his frown deepening. His mind flashed to the ancestral shrine, where he and the Thorn Squad had faced a big swarm of vengeful wraiths—countless twisted forms, including the writhing souls of snake demon beasts. Cultivating the Spooky Serpent Seven Whips would mean the AllFullOS system dragging him back to that haunted nightmare, its spectral jaws waiting to snap shut. "No chance in hell," he muttered, shoving the thought aside.