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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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Amidst the towering mountains, a secluded spring offered solace to a figure immersed in deep meditation. Clad in a flowing light blue robe, their countenance hidden, they sat with an air of tranquility. Dark, bushy eyebrows framed their face, and short, thick black hair accentuated their serious visage. Their blue eyes, akin to a crystal-clear lake, momentarily shimmered with an inner radiance. It was as if the depths of their soul were momentarily revealed, only to be concealed again.

The passage of time seemed insignificant in the realm of their meditation. The figure's once soft features had weathered the storms of life, bearing witness to the erosion of youthful naivety. A hardened determination emanated from their face, a testament to the trials endured and the unwavering spirit that refused to yield.