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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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Evidence?

Observing the young man's reaction, Jue Feng sensed something amiss. He remained unaware of Michael's transgressions against the White family, but the undeniable truth was that Li Feng had perished. A throbbing headache loomed, causing Jue Feng to rub his glabella in hopes of alleviating the pain.

"Since we cannot ascertain the cause of death, let us question the young man directly," he declared, dismissing any objections.

Witnessing Michael's wretched state—a mere Qi condensation cultivator subjected to such mistreatment—Jue Feng felt a tinge of embarrassment. Encircling the young man were some of the most formidable cultivators from the western region of the continent, yet they stooped to bullying a novice. "Restore his cultivation and administer a healing pill," he commanded with a deep voice, rectifying the situation.