[{"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-169":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},2351650,4600,"Chapter 169: The Knowledge Divine Fire Is Reignited","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-169",169,"\u003Cp>Sava felt better than she ever had before; a question arose, and soon she had an idea, tested it casually—and succeeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the verification process went smoothly, because the dragon beside her wasn’t just a knowledge repository that answered every question, and the expressionless man beside her was a universal toolbox that could produce any material needed—or find a substitute if he couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need to crush all these materials…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than Ang grabbed the materials in his hand; frost instantly surged over them, freezing them solid, then he crushed them casually into fine powder—uniform and fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Frozen-dried and crushed? You’re amazing!” Sava exclaimed in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head. Amazing? But this wasn’t even magic—just basic elemental control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want these materials as dry as possible… okay, dry enough.” Sava didn’t know what to say; the moment she finished speaking, the powder visibly dried, and a light rub scattered it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again, just simple elemental control—stripping water elements from the powder. Many mages could do it, but few could do it as effortlessly as he did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Add gelatin. Do you have gelatin?” Sava turned to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril couldn’t hold back: “You don’t even have gelatin? You’re a pharmacist—don’t you have this basic material?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sava replied shamefully: “I was too hungry. I couldn’t resist eating it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Just boil some now.” Negril was speechless. So poor she ate her own materials—no wonder she was a qualified pharmacist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gelatin here referred generally to translucent, sticky, edible substances made by boiling skin, horns, hair, scales, and similar materials, used to encapsulate powders, shape pills, or slow down drug release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where could they find skin, horns, hair, or scales in a moment? Negril’s eyes darted around, landing on the cowgirl’s waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vanya was gnawing on a beet, juice dripping everywhere; half the pot of rice had been taken by Sava, and she hadn’t eaten enough. Seeing Negril look over, she grinned stupidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, there were live horses in the Palace of Rest; the horses stolen from the sand bandits were all kept at the edge of the farm, eating beet leaves and grain, sleek and glossy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A purple-golden hand-bone drifted behind a horse’s rump, slicing off a chunk of skin in a flash. Before the horse could bray, a burst of holy light sealed the wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Repeated again and again, ten or more horse rumps were sliced and healed with Purifying Light, leaving each live horse with a bald patch on its rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, such beautiful horse rump skin—wouldn’t it be a pity to boil it? Why not tan it and make a money pouch instead?” Sava ventured regretfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril was speechless. This viscountess was so poor she even coveted scraps of leather—unless she struck it rich, she’d never change this habit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the insecticide succeeds… wait, let me check the market first.” He pulled Ang aside, used soul-link to contact Silvercoin, discussed at length—mostly Silvercoin analyzing—and concluded: “If this insecticide truly works, the patent is worth at least a hundred thousand magic crystals.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. One thousand magic crystals.” Negril slapped his forehead, slashing it by a hundredfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a thousand magic crystals were placed before Sava, the starved viscountess’s eyes sparkled with gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Energized, Sava lit a magic crystal furnace, added a catalyst, and boiled the horse rump skin. With the catalyst’s help, the water quickly thickened; after filtering out impurities, she obtained a small bowl of brown gel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need to decompose this material, but my lord, I’ve lost my decomposition rod.” Sava scratched her head, embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see. What kind of decomposition rod do you usually use?” Negril felt the same helplessness he did facing Ang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Redwood, jujube wood, yinchen wood—I’ve used them all. I’ve even used a mithril rod a few times at my master’s.” Sava said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about world tree?” Negril asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, you’re joking, right? I’ve heard of it, but never seen it. How could I ever have seen a world tree decomposition rod? Even my master hasn’t. Legend says world tree has powerful decomposition properties—rods made from it can even break down magic crystals…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, Sava watched Ang pull out a piece of wood the size of an arm, its fresh, surging aura silencing her instantly—could this be the world tree?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here, fresh world tree wood, just cut from the old trunk. Hurry up and carve your rod—we use the best when we use it. This stuff has top-tier decomposition power; it really can break down magic crystals. Recently someone used a diseased branch to make decomposition components and built a magic egg cannon.” Negril muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sava was stunned, staring blankly at the rod, not sure how much she’d absorbed. Even if she were slow, she now realized these people were extraordinary—not only did they know everything, their knowledge surpassed even her master’s, and they possessed a bottomless dimensional artifact, and now even world tree branches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good heavens, this thigh was thicker than imaginable. Sava felt she was struggling to hold on—what should she do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No dry-roasting furnace? What now?” Soon after, Sava hit another obstacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Easy. This is fireproof silk cloth—wrap the material in it and throw it directly on the fire.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Won’t it burn? What kind of cloth is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Ang’s feeding and Negril’s instructions, the entire R&D progress surged forward—unprecedentedly smooth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, now comes the most critical step: seal in the Angel’s Tear. Where’s the Angel’s Tear?” Sava looked expectantly at Ang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She now knew Ang was the one who acted, while the bronze dragon only spoke—but even speaking was impressive. Sava admired most those who accomplished everything with just a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril smiled calmly, carrying a bowl to the little angel, negotiating: “Uh, listen, sweetie, could you cry a few tears for me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little angel, bored and squatting on the ground drawing circles, glanced at Negril—then suddenly punched his eye socket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tear Collection Plan One: Failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helpless, they turned to the holy angel Ang had captured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the imprisoned holy angel was filled only with rage—no tears at all. After much effort, not a single drop could be obtained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If holy angels are this hard to get tears from, how did the Church of Light get their Angel’s Tears?” Negril suddenly had a flash of insight and cursed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it! Fakes! The Church of Light’s so-called Angel’s Tears aren’t real—angels don’t cry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine, guessing didn’t help. Even if they knew the Church of Light was faking, they had no idea what they used—R&D stalled at the most critical step: the main ingredient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if we substitute bitter almond salt? Bitter almond salt is a white crystalline particle or powder with a faint bitter almond scent—highly toxic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril shook his head: “No. Too violent. It kills instantly—the insects would die before returning to their nest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several poisons were discussed, all unsuitable. Just as the two were at a loss, Ang pulled out a bowl: “Use this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside was a small bowl of black liquid, emitting a powerful, irresistible… presence—not scent, because the bronze dragon had no sense of smell or taste, yet upon seeing the liquid, it felt an overwhelming urge to stick out its tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just it—the little angel darted over to lick it, but Ang slapped it away. The little zombie darted over, slapped away. Sava lunged forward, slapped on the head, and passed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… what is this?” With the iron will of someone who never leaves a book unread, Negril forced himself to stop the urge to lick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Insect ash, sanctified water quenched, water evaporated—holy insect ash.” Ang explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril instantly understood: so they’d used the method of extracting divine essence to extract insect ash, then evaporated the water—so it was still insect ash, just concentrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh—” Negril instantly lost his appetite, pushed the bowl aside, and asked: “Why does it smell so tempting? Why does everyone want to lick it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head, unsure how to explain. He glanced around, then picked up a stone egg from the room’s corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s the stone dragon egg I bought—it’s said to be an ancient dragon’s egg, but buried too long in the earth, turned to stone. I bought it for five copper coins, used it as a paperweight.” Sava quickly explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril scoffed: “Don’t know if it’s an egg, but this tiny thing? Probably just a chicken egg. Our ancient dragon eggs are bigger than your room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? My room’s this small?” Sava was devastated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang dripped a drop of holy insect ash onto it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ash liquid slowly seeped into the stone; the fossilized egg, already yellowish-brown, turned gray-white where the liquid touched—the original color of the shell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Even withered wood sprouting is one thing, but fossilized stone reviving? This effect is a concentrated version of insect ash.” Negril didn’t know what to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wanted to say this violated the plane’s laws—but then it recalled: these insects were creations of Hemelthos, sacred objects. Strange effects weren’t surprising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After careful inspection, only the outer shell of the fossilized egg had revived; once scraped off, the inside remained hard stone—probably insufficient quantity. If more holy insect ash liquid were applied, perhaps it could soak the stone and truly restore it to a living egg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is just a liquid that reverses life states. Is it poisonous?” Negril asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang shook his head: “Not reversal. It has—strong life force. Enters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He summoned Negril back to the Palace of Rest, led it to a secluded corner, where, Buzhiheshi , had been built a series of pits with soil of rest, covered with breathable lids made of the same soil, each housing insects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soil of Rest was filled with death aura, drying and dehydrating all life—the ultimate enemy of all living things. Only fully dead skeletons and zombies could thrive in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls of Soil of Rest were untouched by insects—not even a bite, not even contact. The pits had a layer of ordinary soil beneath to let the insects survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This environment made escape impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each pit differed: some had few insects, barely alive; some were full of corpses; some held insects in hibernation; some were laying eggs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some pits still had food remnants—each pit’s remnants were different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These aren’t control groups, are they?” Negril asked helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang nodded as if it were obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can control everything. Next, set up a breeding control group for dragons—see how to improve their birth rate.” Negril snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no, no—I was joking, joking! Don’t take it seriously! Don’t take it seriously!” Negril wanted to slap itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had forgotten again: this skeleton took everything literally. Never joke lightly—what if he really went and captured dozens of dragons to set up control groups? The dragon race would be driven to extinction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quickly changed topic, continued inspecting the pits, finally spotting a pit nearly overflowing with insects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pit was packed full—every inch filled with insects, yet all dead. Upon closer inspection, they’d all starved to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Strange. The pit is full of insect corpses—why didn’t they eat each other’s bodies, yet starved to death? And why so many? If these are control groups, each pit should have started with the same number of insects.” Negril spotted the problem immediately, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Ang’s explanation, Negril finally understood—it was a direct copy of the Speed Death Aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The purified holy insect ash possessed immense life force, accelerating growth and development. If this had been available when Anthony was revived, he wouldn’t have needed to eat world tree sprouts stir-fried with eggs or drink essence fluid—just a few bowls of this ash liquid would’ve grown him to forty or fifty… or seventy or eighty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this effect didn’t weaken with wider spread; instead, it stacked—when insects ate other insects, the effect grew stronger, until it became so potent the insects died of old age or starvation before they could even consume their kin…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Control groups are truly effective. This is like an infectious Speed Death Aura—extracted from their own corpses’ ash. Truly using their own poison to kill them.” Negril sighed: “Use this as the main ingredient.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the main ingredient secured, all other steps flowed naturally. Soon, a large bottle of insecticide was ready; its faint aura still made Negril want to stick out its tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect. No need to lure them to eat—just toss it where the infestation is, and the insects will swarm to devour it.” Muttering, Negril suddenly heard a thud behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sava’s eyes sparkled with excitement: “Please, are you the God of Knowledge?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? You know the God of Knowledge?” Negril was surprised. For an elf to know it was fine, but Sava—a lowly pharmacist—knew it too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are! You are! Right? God of Knowledge, my master is your faithful believer. Since I was five and began studying pharmacy under him, for ten full years, every morning he devoutly prayed to you.” Sava exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril rubbed his nose, embarrassed: “Really? Why didn’t I feel it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly! Why didn’t you feel it? Was my master not devout enough? No wonder he stopped praying three years ago—it must’ve been because he wasn’t devout enough.” Sava realized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril nearly spat blood. Three years ago, it was still sealed—was its last believer abandoning faith just as it was about to escape the seal?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m also your believer. I’m devout—I’m the most devout! With my most sincere faith, I offer myself to the God of Knowledge—grant me endless knowledge!” Sava bowed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before today, Sava would’ve believed in the God of Knowledge as much as she believed in dogs—but her master had believed for years and never received a response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after this insecticide’s creation, she deeply understood: this God of Knowledge was real. This thigh was truly a thigh—and she was desperate to hold on tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Sava bowed, a thick soul flame surged toward the Bronze Book. The Bronze Book, tucked beneath Negril’s wings, glowed faintly—the God of Knowledge’s divine essence was reignited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignition was ignition—none of Negril’s concern. But the moment Negril’s divine essence ignited, Ang felt his own Undying Divine Essence glow as well.\u003C\u002Fp>",2343,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b0ba1fdfffb049d1f221a240521b427887c407c3f8c03df1539ca9eb6e4df0c7","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-170","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-168",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]