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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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Rinse and Repeat

Michael lay sprawled out on the ground, dripping with sweat and his lungs burning. Not wanting to lose the feeling he had grasped, he continued to use the same technique the figure had shown him; simply titled "The Punch". Despite its horrible name, Michael was sure that it was one of the most efficient and non-flashy strikes in existence.

'Shit, what's the time?' remembering that he still had yet to sleep and had to make up for his early finish the day before, he began to panic. He willed himself out of the field and reappeared back in the real world.

Looking around, he started to become disoriented, seeing that it was still nighttime. 'Was I gone for a whole day?' he thought in panic. But before he could continue on this line of thought, his head started to become heavy with fatigue. It was as if he had been awake for 4 days straight.