In A Fantasy World I Can Absorbs Abilities - Chapter 234 - The Noble’s Stockpiled Goods

The real daughter of the Lin family, Lin Luqiu, was lost for many years and was found suddenly, only to be asked by her parents to replace her fake daughter sister in marrying a living corpse!She uses her exceptional medical skills to wake her vegetative husband, but to her surprise, the first thing he says upon waking is, “Let's get a divorce.”She laughs in anger, “Fu Jingchen, you really are an ungrateful dog of a man.”After the divorce, everyone learns that the seemingly rustic girl is actually wearing many hats as the true powerhouse.She is actually the prized disciple of a giant in the medical field, a world-class piano master, and a genius jewelry designer... all of these are her.Later, a regretful President Fu comes to ask her to remarry.She dominantly refuses, “President Fu, sorry, no time!”The man pulls her into his arms frantically, “As long as you come back, I will give you my life!”

This year, Ji Jingqiu is 16 years old.To survive, he envisions the Fire House Buddha Prison, plants a bodhi treasure tree, and embarks on the path of martial arts.Many years later,A brilliant light arises, illuminating endless darkness.A towering ancient tree, with emerald green leaves and a canopy like a pavilion, rises with glass-like clarity into the sky, supporting a divine realm of pure land, spanning countless ages, illuminating the three realms and ten directions.On this day,All martial artists under heaven look up to it, like mayflies seeing the blue sky.......“Within there is a bodhi tree, which I planted when I set foot in martial arts, and now it has grown to provide a canopy.”“I see everything in the world, and nothing is like me.”“That year, I scoured history books, this history without era, I looked horizontally and vertically, and saw those characters – ‘The world’s storms come from us.’”...— Excerpt from the autobiography of Ji Jingqiu, the proud sun of the martial arts world of today.

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.