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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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Raven City

As the weary sun sank lower in the sky, Michael's footsteps finally led him to the towering gates of Raven City. The stone behemoths stood resolute, guarding the bustling metropolis with an imposing presence. The city hummed with life, merchants weaving through the crowded streets, their voices blending into a symphony of commerce.

With hope flickering in his eyes, Michael joined the line of merchants, eager to glean any morsel of information about his whereabouts. His worn-out robe clung to his body, dirt and dried blood marring its once vibrant colors. Ignoring the weariness that threatened to engulf him, he scanned the faces of those around him, seeking a chance encounter that might shed light on this unfamiliar realm.