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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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Third Layer Once More

In the hushed stillness of the morning, the world awakened to the soft caress of the rising sun. Shafts of golden light pierced through the gaps in the bamboo forest, casting ethereal patterns upon the grounds of the outer sect. It was a moment of tranquility, a fleeting calm before the storm.

Within the confines of his quarters, Michael, bathed in the gentle glow, sat cross-legged on a mat of woven straw. His eyes, filled with unwavering determination, glistened with an inner fire, as if a dormant beast had stirred within him.

Before him lay a collection of low-tier spirit stones, their vibrant hues capturing the essence of the elements. Their energy pulsed and beckoned, promising the power necessary for his breakthrough. With a steady hand, he picked up a stone and held it close to his Dantian.