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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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Patriarch Arrives

With determination gleaming in his eyes, Michael walked confidently by Huang Ling's side, unaffected by the intense scrutiny from the crowd. He felt a slight warmth from the pendant around his neck, likely Archie sending his well wishes before the fight.

"I am ready," he replied resolutely to Huang Ling's question, his voice steady and unwavering. The noise around them seemed to fade into the background as they approached the arena.

The whispers and murmurs followed their every step, filled with speculation and doubt. Many still viewed Michael as an outsider, a street urchin who had somehow found himself challenging the esteemed members of the Ling family.

As they reached the entrance of the arena, the crowd parted to let them through. Huang Ling gave Michael a final reassuring look before making his way to the gazebo, taking the seat next to the large chair meant for the head of the family.