[{"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-106":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},2351587,4600,"Chapter 106: Bones of the Unyielding","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-106",106,"\u003Cp>In the dense forest, there was a patch so thick it was unbelievable—vines, branches, and shrubs piled up so tightly no one could squeeze through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A swordsman wielding a machete slashed furiously through the vines and branches, carving out a path of ten meters before collapsing, panting: “Someone else, someone else—I’m dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d been cutting trees to clear a path all along this route; everyone was exhausted, too tired to examine what lay inside the vines, barely poking at them with their swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When his companion took his place, he dropped unceremoniously to the ground. The moment his buttocks touched the earth, something dug into him—he lifted up and saw a gray, dusty hand bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The human swordsman kicked the hand bone into the undergrowth and muttered: “Bad luck’s got me—pfft.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d seen plenty of human corpses and bones; nothing surprised him anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What they were searching for now was a human innocent, a human Saint, a horse, a bronze juvenile dragon, an angel reduced to bones, and an armored man—if this hand bone had been white, he might’ve looked twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This forest is so dense, I bet a lot of people died here before,” the swordsman said lazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the younger companions, probably a Level One Swordsman, asked curiously: “Senior, does dead people having died here have anything to do with how thick the forest is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His question sparked laughter from the others. After they finished laughing, the swordsman answered off-topic: “When I was a kid, there was a year our village starved. Many starved to death, and the rest were too weak to bury the bodies, so they just dumped them behind the village in a small forest. The next year, the forest grew so thick you couldn’t walk in—and it bore wild fruit, sour but fragrant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he spoke lightly, almost jokingly, everyone fell silent at his words—they’d all seen forests like that, behind their own villages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, all lost the will to talk, heads down, hacking through the forest to carve out a narrow path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the path, a line of swordsmen marched through, idly jabbing their longswords into the bushes on either side. They’d taken turns clearing the way; they knew how dense this forest was, and didn’t believe anything could hide within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just this squad—every dozen meters, another squad of swordsmen advanced side by side, sweeping the forest like a carpet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the sky, several half-dragon riders circled along the search lines, watching from above. Higher still, griffon riders and goblin skyships drifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many mages soared into the air, casting reconnaissance spells one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the occasional discovery of a skeleton or two, they found nothing else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire human world had stirred—not just the Western Diocese, but the Eastern Diocese too. All factions, regardless of motive or intent, had been drawn, willingly or unwillingly, into this manhunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forest where the assassin vanished became the focal point, searched dozens of times over—nothing found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassin group consisted of two humans, one angel, one armored man, one bronze juvenile dragon, and one horse—yet all these elements vanished as if erased. Layer upon layer of checkpoints and defenses found not a single clue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had space artifacts been able to hold living things, everyone would’ve suspected someone had used one to carry them off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They probably never imagined someone didn’t possess a single space artifact—but an entire world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Palace of Rest, Lu Se and Lei Ting stared wide-eyed, like country bumpkins, gazing at the distant grand palace and the main hall’s Undying Flame, murmuring: “This… this is the Palace of Rest? The place where the King sleeps?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had time to answer them. Ang, Nageleis’s physical form—the bronze book—the little zombie, and the angel skeleton were chasing after the randomly wandering skeletons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are so many skeletons suddenly appearing! Ang, what did you do?!” Nageleis roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Palace of Rest had once been eerily empty; now dozens of newborn skeletons wandered everywhere. Their bones came from the angel remains Ang had planted in the ground—thousand planted, the rest dumped back into the palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang pointed to a small sapling on the ground. The sapling was straining hard: “Huuu—huuu—huuu—” When Ang had stuffed it inside the scarecrow hat, it had been doing this ever since.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With its movements, wind stirred throughout the Palace of Rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had never been wind inside the Palace of Rest—not even within the farm’s barrier. The barrier had sunlight, temperature, seasons, birds—but no wind. Ang could only pollinate crops using the Pollination Art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, wind had suddenly appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s that got to do with it? There were so many skeletons before, and no skeletons ever emerged,” Nageleis said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the King vanished, the Palace of Rest had held only Ang as a skeleton—all others were mere bones. In these thousand years, no undead had ever been born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bigger problem: Ang’s soul hadn’t grown stronger either. Since becoming a Gray Bone Skeleton a thousand years ago, he’d made no progress—though his mental energy was immense, his soul unnaturally condensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why, after spending half a year outside the Palace of Rest, breathing its Resting Wind at the World Transit Station, his soul strength skyrocketed, racing toward the Soul Heart—proof of a solid foundation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging from Ang’s condition, the reason the Palace of Rest couldn’t spawn undead was simple: the death aura had dried up. Without death aura, how could a sapling just “huuu” a few times and summon hundreds of skeletons?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang pointed to the faint breeze in the air: “Wind. There’s aura.” Meaning: the Resting Wind carried death aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then, prompted by Ang, did Nageleis pay attention. As the Bronze Book, it wasn’t sensitive to soul energy. Only after focusing intently did it realize: yes, the breeze carried death aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nageleis suddenly remembered something and shouted: “Resting Liquid!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably, Ang nodded. He’d previously condensed a great deal of Resting Liquid from the Everflowing Stone and transferred it into the Palace of Rest. Once inside, the Resting Liquid instantly dispersed into the air until saturation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was because of this dispersion that the main hall’s Undying Flame had ignited, releasing the Undying Divine Core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, the sapling’s “huuu-huuu-huuu” had stirred the air’s movement—and quickly spawned dozens of skeletons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the following days, more and more skeletons emerged, soon reaching over a hundred. With them wandering everywhere, the silent Palace of Rest gained a rare touch of “life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bored, Ang caught one of them, summoned Holy Light, and smeared it over its body. Soon, the wandering weren’t just skeletons—they were living angels too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without realizing it, one of the four subsidiary buildings outside the main hall of the Palace of Rest—whose exterior resembled a purple skull—suddenly ignited purple flames in its hollow eye sockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nageleis was the first to notice this anomaly, flew over, and cried out: “Ang, come quick—this is the bone of Rock the Unyielding, isn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1157,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8cdb12d51a09b800c8bca91a69e686207ade04515e3614c07af27185039d2582","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-107","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-105",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]