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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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Master Yi's Fury

Jason, Lina, Shen, and Liang traversed the bustling streets of the sect, their steps hurried and purposeful. Their hearts throbbed with anxiety, burdened by the weight of what had just transpired in the outer sect arena. Michael, their dear friend and Master Yi's legacy disciple, now languished in the dark depths of the sect dungeon, a captive of sinister machinations.

The grand entrance of the alchemy division loomed before them, adorned with intricate alchemical symbols that whispered ancient secrets. As they approached, an imposing figure materialized, his presence commanding attention. It was Master Yi, who had coincidentally run into them. He was humming a merry tune, seemingly oblivious to the current situation.

Recognising Jason and seeing his pale look, Master Yi's face stiffened as the group approached, his eyes fixed upon them with unwavering focus. "Start from the beginning," he commanded in a tone devoid of emotion, his voice carrying an eerie stillness.