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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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I am Yi Feng

As the first rays of dawn broke through the city of Raven, Michael awoke in the comfort of the Inn, feeling the weight of a restful sleep upon his shoulders. His body, rejuvenated and invigorated, welcomed the embrace of a soft bed—a rare luxury he hadn't experienced in quite some time. With a yawn and a stretch, he rose from the bed, his senses alert and his spirit renewed.

As he got up, his instinct led him to check his Dantian, that sacred space within him where his Qi resided. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he confirmed that his Qi remained undisturbed, still flowing within its meridians. It was clear that he had been scarred from the many months of waking up to a barren Dantian, its impact still haunting him to this day.