[{"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-127":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},2351608,4600,"Chapter 127","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-127",127,"\u003Cp>The night passed like that; as dawn just broke, a squad of winged knights flew in from afar, flying extremely low—perhaps only fifty meters above the ground—a height that was both safe and dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was safe because even if they crashed, their strength would likely prevent them from dying. It was dangerous because any bow on the ground could shoot them; in combat missions, they would never fly this low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now they were on a search mission; among the ten-member winged squad, two knights wore large glasses, intently scanning the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glasses they wore were called Hawk-Eye Lenses, primarily used for aerial reconnaissance—detecting hidden enemy troops, lurking assassins, disguised thieves, and more—all easily spotted by the Hawk-Eye Lenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even shallow-buried objects or living creatures could be detected through their emitted heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A creature as massive as a dragon, even just dead, emitted far more heat than ordinary beings; even if shallowly buried underground, the heat still radiated out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any patch of ground showing abnormal heat could indicate a dragon’s corpse—unless the corpse was buried dozens of meters deep, which was practically impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From losing sight of the dragon to Iron Leisi  receiving word that the Brass Dragon was dead, less than fifteen minutes had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fifteen minutes, a dragon couldn’t fly far; even the general area could be estimated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since last night, all winged knights had been divided into five squads, continuously patrolling this approximate area, giving no chance for desert nomads to rescue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore, unless the magician on the dragon’s back and a juvenile Brass Dragon had buried the corpse dozens of meters underground, it would inevitably be detected by the Hawk-Eye Lenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Technically, Hawk-Eye Lenses were more useful at night, when temperature differences were greater and heat imaging clearer. Unfortunately, the device required light to detect objects and could only be used during daytime—otherwise, the dragon’s corpse might have been found last night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged knights carefully observed, then suddenly pointed at a distant dune and shouted: “There! There’s abnormal heat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did you say?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There! There’s abnormal heat!” the winged knight shouted louder, his voice hoarse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Speak up! The wind’s too loud!” A companion leaned out, ignoring his wind-tossed hair, yelling back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged knight, hoarse, cursed bitterly: “You damn tornado, you’re driving me crazy—is there no magical gear for aerial communication? Constantly yelling, my throat’s ruined.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, he pulled a rope; a yellow banner unfurled behind the winged knight, then it flew ahead toward the dune—its color meant: Follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other flags included red for combat, black for desperate battle, white for retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winged knights communicated in the air solely through these small flags, incapable of conveying complex information, making it easy for them to fight independently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a problem nearly all human aerial forces faced; though some magical gear existed for instant communication, none could be mounted on winged mounts due to size and weight—so they had to rely on shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After crossing the dune, the winged knight sighed in disappointment; there was no dragon corpse, only a small oasis covered in weeds and saplings—too many plants caused the heat anomaly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So many plants couldn’t have grown overnight; closer inspection revealed a half-buried gray-black skeleton in the sand—dead for countless years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disappointed—he’d thought he’d earn glory—the winged knight retracted the follow flag, adjusted course, and slowly flew away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun rose higher, growing uncomfortably hot; the skeleton in the sand shifted, sinking deeper, burying even its skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the skeleton was Ang; now, several consciousnesses were communicating within his soul—all those bound to him by soul-link: Lisa, Anthony, Silvercoin, the little zombie, the angelic skull, and one Brass Dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Brass Dragon was frantically mooing: “What happened? What did you do to me? Why am I like this? Where am I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only one not soul-linked to Ang was Negrilis, but it could directly project into Ang’s soul, soothing the Brass Dragon: “It’s astonishing—you’ve condensed your dragon soul, Nai’ai, you’ve been reborn as an undead dragon soul—you’ve been resurrected.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But, but…” Nai’ai was so agitated she could barely speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know, I know,” Negrilis comforted. “It’s hard to accept a transformation of life form, hard to accept becoming an undead, but this is a great change—you’re lucky.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After all, the Undead King and Solid-Bone Luoke  once tried something similar on me—but clearly failed, so my consciousness was sealed inside the Brass Book, surviving this way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From now on, you’re immortal—your form will resemble a wraith, without a physical body. If you’re uncomfortable, you can wait until a new body is grown, then transfer your consciousness into it and become a Brass Dragon again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But…” Nai’ai fretted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No buts—I know you’re vain, hate undead creatures, especially rotting, stinking zombies—but you’re a wraith dragon now, no need to worry. Even if you’re a corpse dragon, Lisa can make you pale and pretty, right, Lisa?” The last part was directed at Lisa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, no problem—but you’re too big and have high magic resistance, it’s too expensive. Maybe choose partial skin renewal—just your face.” Lisa replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry, there’s…” Negrilis continued to soothe, but was immediately scratched across the face by Nai’ai’s claw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up, let me finish—I’m not worried, I’m just ecstatic—I’m immortal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t understand—I turned eight thousand and my body started declining, my precognition became unreliable, I was desperate—I dreamed of immortality. If I could be immortal, I didn’t care if I was a corpse dragon or wraith dragon—you should’ve told me you could help me reincarnate, I’d have followed you long ago!” Nai’ai excitedly spun in circles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh—” Negrilis was stunned; it wasn’t fear—it was overwhelming joy that left her speechless. He’d misunderstood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since she didn’t reject becoming a wraith dragon, no more comfort was needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony drifted over, tentatively asking Negrilis: “Um, Lord of Knowledge, just now I heard you mention precognition—is that the special precognition of Brass Dragons?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, yeah, that precognition,” Negrilis replied vaguely, unwilling to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Anthony could be so easily brushed off, he wouldn’t have become a Cardinal. Pretending not to notice Negrilis’s evasion, he pressed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve always heard Brass Dragons can foresee the future, predicting enemy movements before they act. I was just wondering—how could an adult Brass Dragon be killed by winged knights? That doesn’t make sense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nai’ai, bouncing nearby, turned her head, narrowed her vertical pupils at Anthony, and snapped: “I wasn’t killed by winged humans—I died of old age! I was ten thousand years old—what’s wrong with that?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis quickly soothed Nai’ai, calming her, then turned to Anthony: “I know what you’re asking—you’ve asked me before. Fine, fine. Only three Brass Dragons remain now—no point hiding it—I’ll tell you in detail.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our three ancient dragons—Brass, Bronze, and Red Copper—also called Prophetic Dragon, Time Dragon, and Space Dragon—each possess precognition, time stasis, and spatial teleportation. Our Brass Dragons have precognition, manifesting as predicting enemy attacks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony gasped, stunned: “So the legends are true—you truly control time, space, and the future? Then ancient dragons must be invincible?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh,” Negrilis lamented. “If only that were true. We Brass Dragons can foresee the future—but only fragments. Whether it’s years ahead or days ahead, we rarely see clearly; we only realize the future has arrived when it happens.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As for precognition—it’s useless. What good is predicting if the enemy who forces you to use it is strong enough that even if they warn you they’ll punch your face, you still can’t dodge? In battle, we still rely on claws and breath. The only real benefit might be predicting our own deaths.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Time Dragons and Space Dragons are the same—time stasis freezes everything, including themselves. Spatial teleportation is somewhat useful, but only for pursuit or evasion—otherwise, it’s useless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And as we age, our abilities weaken—sometimes working, sometimes not—better off without them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony stared, dumbfounded—this wasn’t like the legends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Legends said ancient dragons who controlled time, space, and prophecy were nearly invincible—only kings and gods immune to their powers could oppose them. Yet to Negrilis, these powers sounded useless?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t believe me?” Negrilis asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.” Anthony shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh—if these powers were so useful, why was I dragged back like a dead dog by Solid-Bone Luoke ? I foresaw his arrival—but what could I do? He came anyway. I predicted his punch aimed at my face—I dodged, I sidestepped—I still couldn’t avoid it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis was furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony patted Negrilis’s shoulder in comfort—he clearly had psychological trauma from Solid-Bone Luoke . Anthony didn’t believe precognition was useless—just ineffective against vastly stronger foes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s why the Dragon God created Gold, Silver, and Black Dragons to strengthen dragon combat power, and Red, Green, and Blue Dragons to expand dragon numbers. Since our Brass Dragons are going extinct anyway, I’ll say it plainly—it’s because ancient dragons were too weak that dragons now have so many varieties.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not weak, not weak—you’re massive, dwarfing all other species, as strong as Black Dragons,” Anthony hurried to comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke truthfully: the three ancient dragons were forty to fifty meters long, nearly matching the famed Black Dragons in size—pure physical strength alone crushed other dragons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s true,” Negrilis conceded—this was his greatest comfort: at least when fighting other dragons, even if he lost, he wouldn’t be utterly defeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Changing tone, Negrilis said: “Alright, you’ve asked enough—I’ve answered. Don’t ask again. Now tell me what’s happening outside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, alright, no more questions, never again. Outside, no one’s searching for you anymore—the Church of Light has no time for you—something bigger than Nicholas’s assassination has happened.” Anthony said excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? What?” Negrilis asked. Being constantly watched by the Church of Light was bad—but what could be bigger than a Cardinal’s assassination?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A fallen angel has appeared, corrupting Light’s followers. Every time she captures a clergy member, she steals their holy light and replaces it with corrupted holy light. Many clergy have already been poisoned—they dare not return to the Church, fearing judgment. Because they won’t come back, we don’t know how many are corrupted.” Anthony said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis asked with a strange expression: “That fallen angel—wouldn’t she be called Shamarah?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony froze: “Don’t tell me you created this fallen angel too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No no no!” Negrilis quickly shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony exhaled: “Good, good—I’m already exhausted cleaning up your messes. Don’t make more trouble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis shrank his head, hesitating: “She wasn’t created by us—but when she fell, Ang was right there. You can blame Ang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he spoke, a powerful will immediately flooded their consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Ang’s soul—Ang’s will was the god here; this influx carried boundless pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony seemed unaffected, sincerely saying: “No wonder you’re Ang—just casually causing a holy maiden to fall. Amazing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, yeah, amazing, heh,” Negrilis laughed nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After discussing the outside situation, Anthony withdrew first—he was now overwhelmed, already negotiating with Pope Gulliani and another Cardinal, striving to gain more power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nicholas’s death wasn’t his fault—but he’d taken the blame, and the resulting Zhenshe  was unparalleled. No one wanted to die like Nicholas—strangled in the street—so they all obeyed the “mastermind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis then sought Lisa to inquire about the oasis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Dragon Temple was shattered, the teleportation array destroyed, many desert nomads died. After you left, the desert raiders, led by the mage with the Rose Emblem, broke through the oasis defenses—but once inside, the mage left. Now, raiders and nomads face off across the central lake, neither side able to gain advantage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? The teleportation array destroyed? Now we’re stuck.” Negrilis groaned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a flash, Anthony, who had just withdrawn, re-injected his consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord of Knowledge, I just received word—your beloved’s death enraged the dragon race. Dragon chieftain Brucek has led over sixty dragons flying out from Dragon Island—their destination should be the desert oasis.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?! That brat Brucek is insane? He wants to summon every human Truth Master in the desert?!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1967,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8b71a911b82a9aec7912ee8f52c460d71bebc5372327891d260c9b1985f07b6a","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-128","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-126",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]