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My Qi Keeps Resetting

The once lazy and complacent Michael has finally found something worth getting serious for. Gifted in gathering herbs, as long as it doesn't interfere with his midday nap. One fateful night Michael's world is turned upside down as he hurries home from the mountains after a day of picking herbs. His hometown village is engulfed in flames and laid to waste, his family members reduced to charred meat. Chasing revenge, Michael must overcome all obstacles and become an exalted cultivator to avenge his family. The only keepsakes remaining are an old pendant and dilapidated cultivation technique passed down from his ancestor. Michael's biggest problem on his road to revenge isn't lack of talent, nor lack of determination. "What the F***??, is this some kind of cruel joke?" "Where is my Qi???" His Qi keeps resetting. --------------- Taking a break for a little bit DISCLAIMER: This is my first contracted book with webnovel, and I am new to writing. In the beginning MC is a typical teenager, loud, childish, sometimes lazy, not taking things seriously, and sometimes haughty (even when he shouldn't be) etc. This may put some people off. However Michael eventually grows up, just like we all do. He's full of flaws and is not OP! at least in comparison to other novels. If you're looking for character development, I believe you'll find it here. I am also improving as a writer every day, so I apologise if anything is hard to read at the beginning. Thank you for reading and adding this to your collections, please feel free to comment on chapters and place your review. If you have any spare power stones please vote! Thanks, LeeroyCGNA

leeroycgna · Fantasy
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A new day

Michael's eyes fluttered open to the sight of the morning sun peeking through the window of his new room in the Outer Sect. It was a stark contrast to the dimly lit and cramped servants quarters he had grown accustomed to over the past few months. The room was spacious and well-lit, with four large beds, a desk, and a bookshelf stocked with various books.

He sat up in his bed, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. From his window, he could see the towering buildings of the Outer Sect, bustling with activity as cultivators went about their daily routines. The sounds of birds chirping and the faint murmur of voices outside filled the air.

As he got up to stretch, he couldn't help but feel a sense of both excitement and trepidation. He had worked hard to earn his place in the Outer Sect, but now that he was here, he knew he would have to work even harder to keep up with his peers.