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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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Heavenly Medicine Pavilion

Michael wandered through the bustling streets of Raven City, his eyes eagerly taking in the vibrant scene before him. The thoroughfares were alive with the hustle and bustle of merchants, their stalls displaying a wide array of goods, from glittering jewelry to exotic fruits and fragrant spices. The scent of freshly brewed tea wafted through the air, mingling with the vibrant colors that adorned the buildings, creating an atmosphere of excitement and commerce.

Amidst the flurry of activity, Michael couldn't help but notice the absence of cultivators. The streets seemed to be teeming with mortals, their ordinary lives intertwining seamlessly with the commerce and energy of the city. It was a peculiar sight for someone accustomed to the presence of cultivators at every turn, however it invoked a sense of nostalgia within him.