[{"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-191":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},2351672,4600,"Chapter 191","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-191",191,"\u003Cp>His face is fine, but the hat is broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The straw hat is a very basic item, capable of producing only a few illusions, easily pierced by outsiders with equal mental strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this simple item is supremely suited to Ang, whose mental power is extraordinary; once he wears it, even Truth-tier masters like Bruusk cannot see through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter how suited, it is still a basic item, not something indestructible. To be honest, it lasting over a thousand years without breaking is already astonishing, mainly due to its limited self-repair ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This repair ability has limits: minor scratches can be fixed, but major damage is beyond its capacity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Broken…” Ang picked up the hat, gripping the two fractured ends, his voice filled with loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, broken. Patch it up. Ask around later—who can repair straw hats? Or just buy a new one.” Negril sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang nodded. There was nothing else to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the World Transit Station, Patex was brought out and repositioned on his Guardian Seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his feet firmly on the ground, feeling the endless energy flowing from the seat, Patex exhaled: “Even though it often runs out of energy, it still feels safer standing on it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright then, I won’t take you out anymore. I’ll have Ang replace you with another Guardian.” Negril replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hadn’t expected that removing a Guardian from its seat would unsettle them. If that’s the case, better leave it. Replace it with a mindless one to spare Patex distress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patex’s hand shot out, gripping Negril tightly, its voice muffled: “I spoke wrongly just now. Staying by the Master’s side is what truly comforts Patex.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, which one is more unsettling?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Staying with the Master—oh no, staying here—is more unsettling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright then, I’ll take you along from now on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To serve the Master!” Patex exhaled deeply. It had never imagined a casual remark might nearly cost it its job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost all believers across the plane were gathered, kneeling in the cleared lower level of the Transit Station, gazing up at Ang, praying devoutly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great Lord Ang, who holds the Light of Purity, heals wounds… He stands eight feet tall, noble and majestic, his body like a pillar holding up heaven and earth, his gaze a lightning bolt piercing through fog…” The minstrel Konab’s voice echoed throughout the Transit Station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The handsome minstrel had now become one of Lisa’s most capable subordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether heroic deeds or miraculous wonders, they must be sung far and wide, passed down through generations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How to sing them? Besides writing them into poems, operas, and novels, the most common carriers are minstrels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wander streets and alleys, spreading your deeds in song wherever they go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A good minstrel is the best vessel for spreading faith. So when Lisa learned that one of the undead in Dark City was a minstrel, she immediately transferred him to her command without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, specially trained minstrels number over a dozen—this is standard procedure. The Church of Light’s minstrels, called the Holy Choir, are counted by squads, not by individuals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They travel far and wide, or remain stationed in one place, singing Ang’s deeds in endless variations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, most of it is fabricated. This vegetable-growing skeleton has no deeds to spread—except for once destroying a worm-god named Hemertos, which deserves grand celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ladies and gentlemen, listen close: the worm-god has eight eyes and ten legs, its horde swells like a tide. Our Lord Ang issued a divine decree: faithful believers lead the way…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the rhythmic chanting of the minstrels, waves of soul-flame surged toward Ang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fervor of tens of thousands gathered in one place is something you cannot feel in daily life; even the calmest believer, under such influence, catches the emotion of those around, their feelings building until they become fanatical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this fervor cannot last. Afterwards, everyone grows weary, listless, and their willingness to offer drops sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, such large-scale rituals are essentially borrowing future faith—but if well-executed, they can solidify belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What we must do now is borrow a period of faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang had slept for half a year, not tending his fields, rarely activating the Rapid Death Aura—the most soul-flame-consuming ability. Now he had accumulated enough soul-flame to match half a year’s worth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This vast power is sufficient to activate the entire World Transit Station, especially the Twelve Guardian Seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for safety’s sake, Lisa gathered everyone, urging prayers while they witnessed the miracle: could resurrecting a Light Lord not be called a miracle?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just a miracle—a supreme miracle. If the Church of Light’s believers saw this, their faith might shatter, for their god had been revived by another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad the Abyss of Rest has no Church of Light followers. Otherwise, we’d have dragged a few over to watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Twelve Guardian Seats activated. Powerful soul energy flooded into the seats, awakening the Guardians, who stood silent and ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In non-combat situations, the Twelve Guardians remain motionless, for movement consumes too much energy. And except for Patex, none possess intelligence—they can’t even make jokes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But within the Twelve Guardians’ range, even six-winged archangels dare not teleport in. They are super-weapons, guarding the World Transit Station and deterring powerful beings from other planes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surrounded by the Twelve Guardians, even if the God of Balance revived, he’d still be crushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the Twelve Guardians are merely backup. Shamarah had already stepped behind the statue, her hands pressed against its back, ready to corrupt at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky darkened. The Wind of Rest drifted gently. The basin housing the Transit Station was veiled by wind, as if becoming an isolated island cut off from the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Begin,” said Negril.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang had already prepared. At his words, streams of holy light washed over the statue, peeling away layers of gray dullness, restoring flesh to vitality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Restoring vitality was far less difficult than removing stone. Half an hour later, the once-gray statue had regained the natural hue of living flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Lu Se whispered to Lisa: “Grandma, oh my—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you calling grandma?” Lisa shot him a sideways glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, Lady Lisa, why does this Light Lord look so… alive?” Lu Se rubbed his head, whispering, while internally grumbling: Grandma’s grip is getting stronger—hitting hurts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lisa’s essence is a lich. No matter how youthful she appears, that essence never changes. A necromancer having strong strength isn’t unusual, is it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They are living beings—or rather, the divine design demands they be living. If not, they must become so.” Lisa said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Divine design?” Lu Se frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s complicated. I don’t fully understand. Ask Lord Negril when you have time—he should be able to explain.” Lisa replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away, Negril’s earbone twitched. He pretended not to hear and strolled off to the other side, putting distance between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they whispered, the restored God of Balance suddenly slumped, about to collapse to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, slender yet strong hands caught him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The God of Balance leaned on them, barely steadying himself. He shook his head, dazed. Once upright, he waved his hand behind him: “Withdraw.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strong hands did not withdraw. They held him firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made the God of Balance frown. Without opening his eyes, he snapped: “Withdraw. 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