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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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The Shadow

Michael stared at the words for a while, a sour expression still painted on his face. 'What is with this naming sense? Who was the lunatic who was calling these techniques such lame names?'

After a while he finally managed to recover, albeit reluctantly. The truth of the matter was that he had found a sword technique from the manual, so he should be ecstatic, regardless of the name. However that still didn't make it easier to swallow.

Before Michael could dwell too long on the horrible naming sense of the creator, the world around him seemed to shift. The figure on the page, previously confined to its paper prison, lowered its sword and fixed its gaze directly upon him. It was as if the figure had transcended the boundaries of ink and parchment, its presence reaching out into the depths of his soul realm.