[{"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-16":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},2351497,4600,"Chapter 16","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-16",16,"\u003Cp>Facing Kreg’s skepticism, Felin first went to the temple, obtained Ang’s permission, then brought all the management staff to Ang’s glowing moss field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So that’s how it works—using different substrates, crushed stone acting as drainage channels to remove excess water. Good heavens, such a simple method allows two crops with different humidity requirements to grow together in the same field. This is incredible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Felin, the owner of this field possesses cultivation techniques far beyond ours. Is he a Druid? Could he come help us manage and improve our farmland?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dream on,” Felin replied with a satisfied smirk. “You can’t even stay here long. Hurry up, observe closely, record the details, and leave quickly. This area has been declared a restricted zone by me—even I can’t enter without permission.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He truly understood nothing about technology; whenever he encountered technical questions, Kreg always left him speechless. Now, for once, he’d gotten the upper hand—look, Kreg, you’re not superior in every technical field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone froze upon hearing this—could there be a restricted zone even Lord Felin couldn’t enter at will?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a soldier ran up and reported to Eske: “Commander, a plague has broken out in the Upper District. Dozens are suffering from diarrhea and vomiting. A corpse was found in a water pool.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing “Upper District,” Eske’s expression turned grave. “Has it been quarantined and sealed? Where is the corpse?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Upper District was the wealthy area—the highest point of the slope just inside the Undercity. Water flows downhill; the higher the elevation, the cleaner the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this dark, damp, sunless Undercity, drainage systems are inadequate. Human and animal waste, along with domestic sewage, flow freely. The lower the area, the worse the sanitation, and the more frequent the plagues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undercity already had a mature response protocol: quarantine and seal off, then send mages to treat the sick—most outbreaks could be contained quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what worried Eske was that this outbreak occurred in the Upper District, the cleanest area. Sewage would inevitably flow downhill toward the Lower District. Only a dozen cases had been detected so far, but how many were still incubating?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group rushed to the site where the corpse was found. A rotting body lay sprawled on the ground. Lina glanced at it and turned away, nauseated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felin examined it closely, surprised: “The death occurred only two days ago—how could it be this decomposed? No soul residue remains. Something’s odd.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Felin’s words, Lina forced herself to look back, studied it for a moment, then said: “My lord, could you open his abdominal cavity?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the abdominal cavity was opened, everyone’s faces turned pale: “Demon knot? It’s those bastards from Demon Valley.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The appearance of Demon Valley and the plague threw the entire Undercity into panic. All living beings were ordered to quarantine at home—no one could leave their dwellings. Only undead creatures were allowed to move freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was far more effective than human societies’ responses to plague—undead creatures couldn’t be infected and could maintain societal functions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang noticed the temple had fallen silent. All believers were quarantined at home; no one came. The Undead Temple returned to its usual stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Silver Skeleton continued sweeping the floor as always, leaving the temple grounds spotless and dust-free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only change since Ang had formed his Soul Heart was that whenever the Silver Skeleton encountered Ang, it would stop its work, stand straight with the broom in hand, and bow its head respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary skeletons and zombies, upon encountering a Tonglei  with stronger soul power, would flee. Only those bound by strict rules exhibited such behavior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tried communicating with it, but received only simple responses—“clean,” “quiet,” and the like. Logically, the Silver Skeleton possessed some intelligence and shouldn’t be unable to communicate—but it was exactly like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no one coming, Ang didn’t care. He preferred this quiet state. Around the temple, major changes had occurred—all covered densely with glowing moss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, he’d planned to plant it within the temple grounds, but the moss would be swept away by the Silver Skeleton overnight—none would remain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to careful care and ideal conditions, the glowing moss thrived, multiplying rapidly until it filled every available space around the temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the lockdown, Ang had more time to tend the moss—but the temple area had almost no soil. The little that existed was merely accumulated dust, complex in composition and nutritionally barren—unsuitable for intercropping crops like a proper field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But who cared? If glowing moss could grow, then grow nothing but glowing moss. After all, the Minotaur family ate moss—glowing moss counted as food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glowing moss required neither soil nor sunlight. Ang simply gathered stone slabs, stacked them layer upon layer, and planted between the layers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undercity had little of everything—except stone slabs, which were abundant. Some areas even had shale bedrock; a light chisel produced neat, flat slabs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He built a seven- or eight-tiered rack, planting glowing moss between each layer. The moss emitted its own light, grew without external illumination, and required only proper humidity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On these slabs, Ang planted only the thickest, fastest-growing, largest specimens he had carefully selected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selective breeding was the most basic skill in cultivation. If he didn’t understand this, Ang could never have farmed for a thousand years—his seeds would have long since degenerated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Ang quietly tended his moss, a rapid footstep echoed from afar. Ahead ran a boy of about ten, clutching a little girl of four or five, barefoot and sprinting. His soles bled freely—some sharp stone had cut them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the boy seemed unaware of the pain, sprinting with all his strength toward the temple. Behind him chased four or five skeletal soldiers armed with weapons, closing in fast, ready to slash him down—they’d been ordered to kill any wandering creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The temple came into view. Hope flashed in the boy’s eyes as he whispered: “Save my sister, Undead God.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, a soul flame—at least ten times thicker than an ordinary human’s—shot toward the distant altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But belief alone couldn’t transcend material limits. As they neared the temple’s boundary, the skeletal soldiers caught up and swung their blades toward the boy’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang was drawn to the thick soul flame. Seeing the boy about to be struck, he instinctively shouted: “Aaah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know why he’d shouted “Aaah”—perhaps the constant “aaah” of the little zombies had influenced him. He only wanted to stop the skeletal soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound, transmitted through soul vibrations, froze the skeletal soldiers mid-swing. They turned in terror toward Ang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A King, who had formed a Soul Heart and was about to transform into a Golden Skeleton, had roared. Such a sound could shatter these lowly skeletons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure moved no slower than the shout—letting out a loud “Aaah!” it charged out and slammed into the frozen skeletal soldiers, sending them flying to the ground, shattered into pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>",1150,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b14c87c03695e9fff3620e363efaa3f8acf9ded88654cd421f22d8512778e028","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-17","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-15",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]