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
In the dimly lit dungeon cell, the heavy creak of the iron door echoed through the chamber, heralding the arrival of the guard. Clad in a dark black robe that marked his affiliation with the disciplinary division, he exuded an air of authority and malice. With a twisted smirk tugging at his lips, he sauntered toward Michael, relishing in the power he held over his captive.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here," the guard sneered, his voice laced with derision. "You really should have known your place, shouldn't you? Offending the esteemed White family... a foolish move indeed."
Michael, undeterred by the guard's taunting words, met his gaze with a fiery defiance burning in his eyes. A wicked smile played upon his lips as he responded, his retort dripping with vulgarity and disdain. "The White family? Ha! They're nothing but a bunch of corrupt worms, crawling in the muck of their own greed. I'll never bow down to those scumbags."