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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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Goodbyes

Fixing his gaze upon the audacious young man for a fleeting moment, Xiao Qing made the decision to accept his gesture. Raising her cup in response, she gracefully unveiled her face and downed the contents in a single motion, displaying a level of refinement that contrasted with Michael's less elegant drinking style.

Michael, on the other hand, reciprocated with a boisterous gulp, spilling ale from his mouth and trickling down his chin. "Ahhh, that hits the spot," he remarked, patting his now bulging belly.

"So, how did you find my my food?" he queried, adopting a playful tone that elicited a blush from the beauty before him.

Clearing her throat and mustering her resolve, she thickened her skin and replied, "It was good. The food here always provides a hearty experience." Her voice flowed melodiously, matching her ethereal countenance flawlessly.