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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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Qi-boosting Pill

Michael did not return to his bed until he had soaked and scrubbed every inch of his body, ensuring that there were no remnants of the impurities remaining. When he returned, he found Elena asleep, her face still buried in her pillow.

'What a weirdo' Michael remarked, a small grin forming on his face. "Don't worry, we'll be activating your Tyrannical Dragon meridians tomorrow." he whispered, inwardly looking forward to her reaction.

The next morning, Michael woke up to the smell of green tea wafting into his face. The pleasant scent seemed to have broken into his dream to wrest him from his sleep. He licked his lips and sat up from the bed in a hurry, searching for the source of the smell.

His eyes stopped on Elena who was sitting at the table with a pot of freshly brewed green tea and a fan in her hand, was gently fanning the fumes toward Michael's direction. "What are you doing?" Michael asked, almost causing Elena to fall off her chair in fright.