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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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Beneficial Spar

As the preparations for the spar unfolded, Chen Ling posed a question to Xia Ling and Michael, his voice devoid of emotion, "Would you like to employ weapons, or shall you face each other unarmed?"

Xia Ling, her gaze unwavering, gently shook her head, her determination evident as she replied, "Unarmed will suffice, Master Chen."

Michael nodded in agreement. He had yet to engage in a proper fight with weapons, he would hate to make a fool of himself in front of all these people.

With the decision made, both participants assumed their respective fighting stances. Xia Ling's petite figure exuded an air of quiet confidence, while Michael emanated a resolute aura, his fists tightly clenched.