[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re":3,"chapter-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-102":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Vegetable-Growing Skeleton's Foreign Land Reclamation",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2351583,4600,"Chapter 102: The Bronze Dragons Are Extinct","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-102",102,"\u003Cp>The little zombie was digging a hole, while Ang was stuffing a set of angelic bones into it, covering them with soil, leaving only the skull exposed—just like transplanting seedlings when planting vegetables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis couldn’t bear to watch: “You’re actually planting them? What’s this going to grow? You can’t turn one into two.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Nagelis found out what had grown: over a thousand buried angelic bones, and twenty of them had produced souls of fire under the whisper of the Wind of Rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These newly born souls of fire were instinctively struggling, trying to crawl out of the ground. Too deep to escape, only their skulls stuck out—their limbs buried, unable to gain leverage, utterly incapable of rising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh right, you can grow souls of fire—why didn’t I think of that before? You don’t even need holy relics, do you? If I’d known earlier, I’d have planted them all. Harvest a soul every day, maybe I’d have broken through to Soul of Fire myself.” Saying this, he leaned his head toward the holy relic’s skull, ready to bite into one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis’s soul-linked body was a wight dragon, grown from his scales—its soul was weak, because Ang had just randomly condensed one and shoved it inside, roughly the strength of a white bone skeleton, barely enough to move the husk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since it was only a projection, no strong soul was needed, so Nagelis never bothered upgrading it. The little zombie ran out daily to hunt, and the angel skeletons followed along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While hiding from the Wind of Rest in the pit, they’d also reach out, imitating Ang’s method to draw in the cold breath and forge themselves—so their souls often visibly grew stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Nagelis never did any of this; his soul strength remained low. Now seeing so many free souls, he just wanted to take a quick bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang grabbed his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Not letting me eat? You’re too biased! If you keep this up, I’m going to be angry!” Nagelis fumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You let the angel skeletons and the little zombie eat freely, but won’t even give me one soul? They’re all domesticated—why this favoritism? It’s not about one or two souls of fire—it’s the sheer unfairness of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang gave him a strange look, ignored him, and checked the soul inside the skull himself: “Aow!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soul of fire inside the skull panicked, shaking violently, struggling desperately, radiating fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang withdrew his breath. The soul inside the skull slowly calmed. Then Ang let out another “Aow!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He repeated this five or six times—each time, the newborn soul reacted exactly as it had the first: terrified, trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang pulled out the soul of fire and handed it to Nagelis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis finally understood: “You’re testing whether they have intelligence? If they did, after being scared so many times, they’d adapt. Even fish learn not to bite after being caught a few times. If they’re worse than fish, they’re definitely not intelligent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head: “What’s a fish?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, right—you’ve never seen a fish. Here’s what a fish is.” Nagelis transmitted knowledge about fish to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. Intelligence.” Ang nodded, pointing at the soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He repeated this process, testing every newly born soul—none had intelligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis was deeply disappointed. “Does this even work? The wilds produce so many souls every year, yet no one’s ever seen one gain intelligence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang pointed to the angel skeletons and the little zombie, who were playing nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those two don’t count. Even though they’re native, I suspect it’s just your luck that you found them.” Nagelis refused to accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angel bones were already planted. Ang had no intention of digging them up. Of the thousand, the rest of the two thousand plus were returned to the Wind of Rest Palace—except for two that Phelin had taken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each day, he checked once and harvested about twenty souls of fire—none intelligent. In the end, the three of them divided them up on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis also brought in ordinary bones and planted them in the ground—but the yield of souls of fire dropped drastically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hundred buried bones sometimes yielded one soul, sometimes none—yield rate below one percent. Frustrated, Nagelis dug them all up and threw them aside. To his surprise, the yield rate rose slightly—now one percent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once they had souls of fire, they ran away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides planting souls, Ang was also cultivating new bronze dragons. Nagelis didn’t understand this decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“More bronze dragons? Wasting essence fluid, and they won’t grow big anyway. To raise a bronze dragon my size takes twenty liters of essence fluid. If you double the length, you need five times the fluid—but even then, it’s still a tiny dragon. I’m warning you now—I’m not switching to a new body. You’ll all just pile on top of it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if doubled in size, it’d still be a tiny dragon, still useless in battle—but it could carry more. Nagelis knew: if he could carry it, these guys would all climb on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang ignored him, crafting a new bronze dragon half a meter long—grown from Nagelis’s scales, so it looked exactly like Nagelis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the little dragon, Ang walked through the holy relic field again. Just like yesterday, not a single soul of fire among them showed intelligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget it. Ang turned and ran toward the World Tree Forest. Soon he found Phelin—the necropolis lord was currently working in the forest, learning how to plant World Trees. If he mastered it, he’d plant a grove near the necropolis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What should’ve been planted was the World Transit Station—but Nagelis opposed it. If the Wind of Rest was a king’s defense, planting World Trees would remove a major barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The landing point of the Heavenly Staircase was already dangerous. If not for the light column blasting and clearing all nearby World Trees, and if the angels hadn’t been so rigid—refusing to hide near the trees—they wouldn’t have all been blown dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they hadn’t all been blown dead, and even a few hundred survived, everyone would be in trouble by dawn the next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From these events, the Wind of Rest clearly targeted holy angels—and specifically those angels who acted on instinct after the gods vanished. The Undead King over a thousand years ago likely knew what would happen in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So just plant them farther away. The Wind of Rest won’t affect the World Transit Station anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Lord Ang, you’re looking for me?” Phelin exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang nodded: “Give me, Blackie.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phelin froze: “Blackie? You want Blackie? Uh, Lord, that’s a wraith—not edible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, it was Phelin’s pet. Though dumb, he’d raised it for centuries—he didn’t want to give it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not eat. Rebirth. Bronze dragon.” Ang said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Turn it into a bronze dragon? Impossible. It’s a wraith—no intelligence. How can it be reborn as a bronze dragon?” Phelin was skeptical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anyone else said this, Phelin would’ve turned and walked away. But Ang said it—he had to at least half-believe. After all, Ang had grown trees where the Wind of Rest blew. What wasn’t possible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Intelligence. It has. Simple.” Ang said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just do this, then that, then this again, then that—and it’s done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Essence fluid poured over the bronze dragon, Blackie’s consciousness extracted and injected together. After some manipulation, the bronze dragon quietly lifted its head, blinking dully at the people around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You actually did it… uh, what is this? A living bronze dragon cub? Our dragon race spends countless efforts to hatch even one cub—and you just made one like this… truly… truly…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis didn’t know what to say. Dragonkind struggled to reproduce, their numbers scarce. Hatching a dragon egg alone took four or five hundred years. If this cub appeared before the dragon elders, they’d be overcome with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the bronze dragon reborn from Blackie suddenly let out a pained dragon roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t panic. Dragon bloodline inheritance—our kind pass down ancestral memories and knowledge through blood. A newborn cub, the moment it leaves the egg, already possesses most of its ancestors’ knowledge—hunting, magic—all easily learned. Some vital information even resonates through blood, alerting all dragons and dragonkin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blackie let out one agonized roar after another. Phelin was frantic, as if Lisa were giving birth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After half a day, it finally calmed, weakly calling to Phelin. No matter how much bloodline memory it received, it was still Blackie—Phelin’s pet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phelin gently stroked its head, feeding it, talking to it, soothing its emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they chatted, Phelin raised his head with a strange expression: “Uh… Blackie says… the bronze dragons are extinct.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1430,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","40ad4d7c1eac0ba76428460976b65e1b67bd1a5dce4d4614ff4befe635808b16","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-103","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-101",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]