[{"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-134":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},2351615,4600,"Chapter 134: The Bacteria That Rot the Undead","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-134",134,"\u003Cp>Lisa enthusiastically rolled up the cloak woman’s sleeves and summoned holy light to smear it on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy light! Dogs of light!” the cloak woman gasped, shocked—she was a lich, how could she endure being touched by holy light?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing how these people spoke of liches, she’d assumed they were neutral, never imagining they were disguised dogs of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless of being watched by two powerful mages—even if watched by ten thousand—no lich would let shit be smeared on them; holy light was far more terrifying to a lich than shit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!” The lich barely moved to resist when Lisa suddenly exploded with holy light, blasting her back, then Lisa said calmly: “Stand still.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if an invisible hand had gripped her, she couldn’t move an inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The caravan stirred; Eric instinctively moved, but froze instantly—he turned his head with difficulty and saw the mage’s gaze locked on him, a row of fireballs materializing before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“N-not really…,” Eric muttered, feeling like a siege bolt was pressed against his forehead. To Ange, it was a level-one spell; to a merchant like Eric, it was no different from a mana-cannon—hit and you’d be shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned back and noticed the little girl had somehow crept beside him, her hands wrapped in holy light like gauntlets ready to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing he hadn’t moved, she pouted slightly in disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the girl, a tall boy had already prepared to charge, his body surging with thick clouds of smoke as armor formed over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eric’s toes clenched tight—he’d be too terrified to even let out a fart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As everyone stood frozen, Lisa’s holy light touched the female lich’s handback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wrinkled, withered flesh visibly plumped up—not just texture, but even the centuries-old patina was purified clean, revealing skin as pale, tender, and vibrant as a living person’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Try our Cleansing Beauty Shu —plump, brighten, smooth, wrinkle-free, hydrating,” Lisa smiled, releasing her hold on the lich, and introduced it cheerfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lich lifted her hand before her eyes, staring blankly; no one could see her expression beneath the cloak’s veil, but all could see her body trembling slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, the lich suddenly clawed at the boundary between her fresh and withered skin—when she couldn’t tear it off, she snapped back to reality and asked firmly: “How much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lisa smiled faintly and said calmly: “That depends on you—how much do you think a look as vibrant as mine is worth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, no one believed Lisa when she said she was over a thousand years old—but now, everyone realized this plump, fresh-faced woman in black silk might truly be a thousand-year-old witch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lich leaned close to Lisa and whispered; no one knew what they discussed, but soon Lisa smeared holy light over the lich’s face, brushing through the veil several times, then suddenly said: “Forget it—I’m too slow. Let you witness a miracle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dashed over to Ange and said: “My lord, help me—let her witness a miracle. I’ve been in this plane nearly a month and haven’t converted a single zealot; that brat Shafia keeps causing trouble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miracle?” Ange tilted his head, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Use Cleansing Beauty to restore her—fast, and as dazzling as possible,” Lisa said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.” Ange didn’t understand “dazzling,” but he understood “fast”—the moment Lisa finished speaking, a cluster of holy light orbs flew over and hovered beside the lich.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Ange pinched his fingers from afar; all the holy orbs surged into the lich’s body. The overloaded holy light vaporized her clothing, revealing beneath a lich so grotesque it made people want to look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All liches are grotesque—at least by the standards of living races; this withered, wrinkled animated corpse held no beauty. Even Lisa, after immense effort, had only managed to make herself “clean,” never beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the little zombie, born as one, it didn’t find liches ugly—it had never known anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if a lich had once been human and retained memories of its past life, it would find its current form unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the corpse had been poorly preserved, half-rotted before becoming a zombie, that decay remained forever—some might never want to see themselves again, and the psychologically weak might even kill themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This female lich was one of those with poor preservation—half her face was rotted away, her hair gone, her ears missing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her collarbones were decayed too—and when she screamed…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eugh!” Some in the caravan, with weak constitutions, vomited on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eric turned pale—he never imagined the female mage he’d admired looked so horrifying. Though he’d prepared himself, the visual shock was overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lich was humiliated and wanted to die; her most dreaded exposure had been laid bare before strangers, yet beneath the overwhelming holy light, she couldn’t even twitch a finger, only screaming instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a miracle unfolded before everyone’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Withered flesh rapidly plumped, like inflating a balloon; rotting areas visibly healed, pale skin turned rosy, dehydrated skin regained vitality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a few breaths, a withered, rotting corpse became a tall, slender, pale-skinned, dewy, vibrant… bald girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hair wouldn’t grow back. Ange leaned close, dabbed essence fluid on her scalp, and his tiny sapling above his head excitedly waved its true leaves: “Grow—grow hard, grow—grow hard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lich’s bald head sprouted hair rapidly; such dramatic results made many in the caravan and desert folk unconsciously touch their own thinning scalps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lich experienced the greatest high and low of her life—in one instant, from humiliation and despair, to everything she’d lost returning; the ugly creature who dared not face a mirror became once more the beautiful, youthful girl she had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, she realized something and clapped her hands over herself, overcome with shame. The same clothing had been vaporized, but her feelings now were utterly different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lisa sharply waved her hand—a chain of holy radiance wrapped around the lich, binding her motionless, yet covering her private areas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rushed over, grabbed the lich by the scruff, and hurried toward the distant tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eric finally snapped back, licking his lips, rubbing his chest—life’s extremes were too intense. The shock of the rotting corpse had been strong, but the white-skinned girl’s impact was stronger—yet Eric’s mind kept reminding him: they were the same person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t calm down for a long time, until a tall figure in an ultra-tight white mini-skirt emerged from the distant tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re too tall—my clothes don’t fit you. You’ll have to wear the little angel’s, but she’s too short. Your caravan has cloth, right? Find a tailor later and cut one.” Lisa said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying she was “too tall” was to spare the lich’s feelings—mainly because she was too flat to hold the dress up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lich blushed uncomfortably, constantly tugging at her dress—pulling it down exposed more above, pulling it up exposed more below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angel skeleton trotted over, tilting its head, seemingly curious why the girl wore its clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lisa had commissioned dozens of identical white dresses for it—every time holy light flared, one got destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lich realized the dress belonged to the little girl, smiled apologetically, and whispered: “Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A polite little girl, Lisa nodded with a smile and led her to Ange: “My lord, this is Jelika from Darkface City.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she turned to the lich: “Jelika, do you believe in the Undead? This is Lord Ange—the god of all undead souls, the God of Undeath.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jelika clasped her hands over her shoulders and knelt devoutly before Ange: “I pay homage to Lord Ange.” A thick soul-flame surged from her body, flowing into Ange’s soul and forming a symbol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fifth symbol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Ange, please save us!” Jelika pressed her forehead to the ground, speaking with all her strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The desert road stretched all the way to three days’ journey from K Lun  Town—why not extend it to K Lun  Town itself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re stupid—the desert is the best barrier. You build a road right to someone’s doorstep and invite them to attack you?” Negril’s tiny claw tapped Luth’s head with a thump-thump-thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luth protested: “It’s only three days away—anyone can still attack.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s why roads always avoid water sources and oases. Small caravans don’t matter, but large armies that don’t follow water routes will die of thirst. Plus, there’s an underground river—should enemies follow the road to attack the oasis, we collapse the river and they can’t cross.” Negril said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Brucek praised: “Our ancestor is truly wise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril glanced at the dragon clan chief who slept four or five days straight, and snapped: “Flattery won’t work. Do you think I’ve forgotten your words? You said you’d do as much as Ange does. Since you slept, he built thirty-four kilometers of road.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But he’s finished now,” Brucek shrugged, playing dumb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Finish the road? Then do something else,” Negril said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, fine—the teleportation array, I know. Ancestor, you’re a dragon too—stop squeezing my meager resources,” Brucek grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s squeezing you? Ange saved two of our dragon hatchlings. You slink off your duties, dodge work, and when I ask for materials, you hoard them. Which matters more—the lives of our hatchlings or your petty savings?” Negril scolded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spending too much time with Lightning had its perks—if it didn’t give you a heart attack, your arguing skills improved greatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brucek slacked off, claiming he’d match Ange’s road length once awake—but he slept four days and five nights, only emerging after the road was done, pretending nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To force a Truth-tier being into this behavior—Ange must be truly monstrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hope the oasis’s teleportation array was destroyed by desert raiders—no materials to repair it, so I’ll have to squeeze him. Who else but a slacker deserves it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group returned to Hope Oasis. The oasis’s edge had transformed utterly: from Ange’s few sandstone houses, several dunes extended outward, all covered in square grass grids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grass-mat sand-stabilizing technique, previously used on roads, was applied first to barren land—fixing dunes, improving soil, then intercropped with jujube trees and desert potatoes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If grown from jujube seeds, trees take three to five years to fruit, six to seven to reach peak yield—so Ange used cuttings, selecting only mature jujube trees, snipping branches, dabbing them with essence fluid, then soaking them in diluted essence fluid while activating his aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Rapid Death Aura alone was unsuitable for roots—no roots meant no nutrient or water absorption; force it and it just withered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sacred Essence Fluid wasn’t suitable as a rooting powder either—it wasn’t designed for plants, and its potency was far too strong for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when combined, even World Tree branches could be spurred—add a touch of Life Essence, and even dead twigs might be revived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flurry of operations, Ange amassed a large number of mature jujube saplings, intercropping them with desert potatoes in the grass grids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this growth rate, next year’s food yield would see a massive breakthrough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why not instantly accelerate them to maturity? Too much soul energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, Ange had often felt his soul energy running low—luckily, he’d hoarded some during his month-and-a-half hiding in the forest near Mara Town, or he’d have exhausted it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan, Anna, and others Liushou  here came out to greet them, glanced around, and asked: “Where’s Lisa? Why isn’t Lisa back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, they went to Darkface City. A pathogen has appeared there that infects undead—infected undead suffer continuous rotting of flesh and bone. Lisa and Phelin are curious, so they went to investigate,” Negril replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Darkface City? Where’s that?” Anna asked, surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As second-in-command, Anna had just settled down and begun studying geography, history, and culture from Shafia—she could recite major cities by heart, yet had never heard of Darkface City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a city built by undead in this world who band together for survival. Call it a city, but it’s really just a network of underground caves, buried in the desert—if it weren’t in the desert, the Church of Light would’ve wiped it out long ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he finished than someone raised an alarm—far off, they saw Phelin, Lisa, Jelika, and others riding horses, followed by another horse, completely wrapped in cloth, occasionally leaking out death aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From afar, Lisa cried out: “My lord, help! Holy knights are chasing us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zooming out further, indeed, several hundred meters behind Lisa’s group, a squad of Holy Knights pursued them relentlessly. Seeing the oasis ahead, fearing escape, one of them suddenly leapt from his mount—SWOOSH—unfurling a pair of wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t a Holy Knight—it was a Holy Angel. The posture—how eerily like Holy Radiance?\u003C\u002Fp>",2083,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ffdb1390e6c0f2c085a863c33ebbe665273c8202e2d20ac175f7c4e23ed46a11","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-135","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-133",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]