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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

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Turn of Events

The atmosphere in the room was heavy with silence, punctuated only by the fading echoes of the agonizing scream that reverberated off the walls. All eyes were fixed upon the center of the hall, where a chilling tableau unfolded before them. Elder White's sword remained embedded in the ground, a testament to the devastating strike that had rent Michael's body in two.

Sect Master Jue Feng's eyes widened in disbelief, struggling to comprehend the scene that unfolded before him. He had anticipated witnessing Michael's lifeless form, severed and lying in a pool of his own blood, after Elder White's merciless attack.

But then, a piercing cry of pain shattered the stillness, piercing through the confusion that gripped the room. It was followed by the sickening sound of blood spilling onto the floor, casting the assembly into disarray.