[{"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-114":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},2351595,4600,"Chapter 114","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-114",114,"\u003Cp>Ang hung his head, trudging dejectedly toward town, looking more pitiful than the Angel Skeleton—maybe he’d learned it from the thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Lisaanna and the others were here, they’d surely have softened: Plant, plant—we’ll finish this land before we leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, no one present had a soft heart; they ignored Ang’s pitiful look. Nagris even said: “Angel Skeleton, don’t go—your wings are too conspicuous. I won’t go either. Throw me back into the Palace of Rest, and I’ll project onto you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaah…” Ang groaned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Angel Skeleton obediently ran to Ang’s side, sensing his low mood, and behaved with unusual docility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wings torn off, tossed into the Palace of Rest, holy light swept over—done, no longer conspicuous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ssshh—” Lu Se and the others winced; tearing them off like that made their teeth ache. Though everyone knew the Angel Skeleton felt no pain, the sight still made them cringe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagris, as an undead lich immune to pain, felt his own wings throb faintly at the sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, only Nagris himself was thrown back into the Palace of Rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group walked toward the distant town of K Lun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far from here, in a mountain ravine, Phaler and the Holy Knights, having escorted Ang and now returning, knelt in a row on the ground, arms raised overhead, palms holding what they’d earned from Ang—mostly magic crystals and silver coins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also small packets of Holy Mushroom Powder and Holy Water—both essentials for travel: one heals external wounds, the other stops diarrhea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiamala, now wearing a rough-spun dress she’d apparently stolen from somewhere, paced before them, coldly asking: “These… are what Ang gave you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wings manifested by the Angel’s Descent were gone; dressed in coarse linen, Xiamala blended in perfectly—except for her slender waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the black holy light in her hands left everyone frozen in terror; even her holy light had turned dark, her fall deepening further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phaler and the Holy Knights nodded with grim faces, silently lamenting: No extra income—and pray we keep our lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiamala had no interest in the items; she shook her head and drew out the holy light from each of them: “Holy light—give it to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiamala’s technique had grown far more refined; stealing holy light didn’t kill Phaler and the others, but left them feeling utterly hollowed out, exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she reached the Holy Knight Captain, she recognized him and asked two extra questions: “Your wound’s healed? Ang fixed it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-yes, Lady Xiamala.” The Holy Knight Captain didn’t know how to address her—call her “Lady”? She’d fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Call her by name? What if she got angry? He hesitated, then decided respect was safer—he was, after all, a courteous Holy Knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why do you still have holy light?” Xiamala asked, drawing a cluster of holy energy from the Captain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Ang restored some of it for me,” the Captain replied honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiamala’s eyes lit up: “No wonder—it’s the purest holy light. It can even restore you? Amazing. This idea’s perfect—you’re no longer a Church believer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone stared blankly at her words: Why isn’t he a Church believer anymore? Isn’t it the purest holy light? Why mention the Church? Isn’t it all about the Faith of Light?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiamala offered no explanation. Instead, she placed a hand on the Captain’s shoulder: “I’ll restore some for you too.” Black light surged into his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all the Holy Knights and Phaler had their holy light stolen, black holy light was poured back into them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phaler stared at his hands, murmuring: “This is corruption… We’re done. If the Holy Church finds us, we’ll be the first purified.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang’s group entered K Lun Town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Brass Dragon tossed into the Palace of Rest, the Angel Skeleton’s wings torn off—without these two most conspicuous features, Ang’s group didn’t seem…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sigh. Still too conspicuous. The wingless Angel Skeleton looked like a dull, expressionless, pale-skinned, petite little girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked exactly like a noble’s princess—appearing in this desert-border town like a staircase from heaven in the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as they entered the town, every eye turned to them. Two mercenaries dozing on the tavern steps near the entrance perked up, nudged each other, and one pretended to casually slip into the inn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other mercenary stood, smiling warmly: “Travelers from afar, welcome to K Lun Town. I’m the free mercenary Mark. How do you do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone actually greeted me? Lu Se beamed back: “Hi, Mark! I’m Lu Se. Nice to meet you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se had grown up in the Palace of Rest and had never seen the human world before. K Lun Town was his first real human settlement—he found everything fascinating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, Lu Se—fine name. Where are you from? What brings you to K Lun Town? Can I help you with anything?” Mark asked, smiling warmly, radiating neighborly kindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, thank you very much. We’re just passing through. We heard a Brass Dragon lurks in the desert oasis—we’re going to find it. A friend wants to ride it.” Lu Se replied honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good heavens! What a brilliant idea! You’re brave! I wish you success. This is the last town before the desert—you can stock up here if you need supplies.” Mark said, clearly impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se grinned: “No need—we’ve got everything. But thanks for the tip.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My pleasure, brave travelers. May holy light protect you.” Mark’s smile was genuine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, may your soul find peace,” Lu Se cheerfully replied. Once they’d walked away, he told the others: “People in the Material Plane are so warm and kind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After they passed through the town and left, over a dozen grim-faced mercenaries spilled out of the tavern, each looking fearsome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mercenary who’d been dozing with Mark stepped closer: “Who are they?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark chuckled: “Probably noble brats who’ve read too many knight novels. They’re going to find the Brass Dragon—claim they want to ride it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hahaha! Roars of laughter erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hope they don’t piss themselves when they see the Brass Dragon. Last time I saw one, I nearly did—it was dozens of meters long, and one toe was thicker than my waist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not nearly—you already did, you bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough, enough—get ready. These are big fish,” Mark cut in, urging them: “They’ve got a space artifact. That horse? Only a sand-proof headgear, no bags—but they claim they’re fully stocked. That means they’ve stored everything inside a space artifact.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space artifact? At the word, every eye gleamed. Nothing beat a space artifact for high value, small size, and easy resale. More practical than any divine or holy relic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapons and armor require specific users—swordsmen hate axes, armor must fit the body, magical accessories demand elemental compatibility. Only space artifacts? Anyone can use them. Easiest to sell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a rush, everyone surged out of the tavern, leaping onto their horses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark hurriedly added: “Don’t hurt them—especially that little girl.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Relax—we won’t touch her. Who doesn’t love soft, pale skin?” The group spurred their horses out of town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark didn’t follow. A few spoiled noble brats? A dozen men were more than enough. He’d stay behind—maybe another big fish would show up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was the Luck God’s favor or the Misfortune God’s curse, Mark’s wish came true: another woman appeared outside town—a woman in coarse linen, yet with a waist, skin, and face so beautiful they could kill. Only her expression was cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha! I love women like this—cold outside, warm inside.” Mark rushed forward, warmly greeting: “Oh, beautiful lady, welcome to K Lun Town. I’m Mark. 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