[{"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-198":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},2351679,4600,"Chapter 198","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-198",198,"\u003Cp>A plant-person sprouted, withered, and died; Ang used insect ash liquid and essence insect ash liquid but could not save it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on? If it doesn’t sprout, fine—but if it does, it dies? Go ask Anthony.” Negril said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two plant-person seeds: one planted on the divine soil of the Palace of Rest, the other here. The one in the Palace of Rest never sprouted, not a single sign of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one not sprouting was fine, but once it did, it died—faster than a heart attack. Ang received the alert and rushed out of the temple, but within minutes, the sprout was completely dead. This made no sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This thing came from the Church of Light; better ask Anthony directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the consciousness space, Ang called out to Anthony and dragged his consciousness in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Plant-person? You don’t mean the God-Planting Project, do you?” Anthony asked, uncertain after hearing Negril’s description.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril drew in a sharp breath: “God-Planting Project? Such an imposing name? What’s this all about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re asking the right person—no one in the whole Church probably knows the details, not even the Pope, because I burned all the records.” Anthony said proudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the age when gods and monarchs still existed, a certain Pope had a sudden idea: could one grow a god, just like the Tree of Life?” Anthony recounted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Pope didn’t just think it—he acted. He secretly gathered a team of trusted subordinates, went to great lengths to obtain a fruit from the Tree of Life, then hired numerous druids and used all kinds of secret methods to cultivate a batch of seeds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The entire process was extremely tedious and complex, and they did produce some results—but he was immediately killed by the gods, his name erased entirely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril felt like vomiting blood: “Killed? The gods killed him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d expected to hear an epic, thrilling, dramatic legend—but instead heard he was killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. He wanted to grow a god—what else would you do with him? The moment he conceived such a thought, he was already dead in the gods’ eyes.” Anthony said matter-of-factly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And then?” Negril asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I burned all the records. I burned the entire Church’s library and scripture chambers. I only flipped through this one because ‘God-Planting Project’ sounded impressive.” Anthony said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” Negril fell silent for a long while: “Even though your goal was protecting the Palace of Rest, I still want to beat you up. You’ve wasted so much history and knowledge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony glanced sideways at it: “Lord of Knowledge, I advise you to drop that idea—you can’t beat me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why do you talk like lightning—so irritating!?” Negril was furious, ready to leap and smash his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony quickly said: “The Church’s recorded history is all distorted. Burning it wasn’t a loss. But those druids—several were elves, long-lived. When I burned the records, they were still alive. Without records, no one remembered what crimes they’d committed, so eventually they were released into soft confinement. I saved them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still alive? Now? Are they still alive?” Negril perked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course not. Elves live at most thirteen hundred years. When captured, they were already four or five hundred. Over a thousand years have passed since—long dead. I was constantly reincarnating then, didn’t pay much attention. I only heard they were growing something called plant-persons in some restricted area. So when you mentioned plant-persons, I remembered.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, Anthony asked: “How did you even know about this? Even today’s Church probably doesn’t remember—my burning was thorough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril recounted how he’d bought two seeds for ten silver and eight gold coins, how his group had heard of divine soil and rushed up to plant them—only to kill one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony exploded: “What!? You went to the Holy Heaven and didn’t tell me? Do you have any conscience? I’ve always wanted to go up there but couldn’t fly up—you can fly now and still don’t tell me? You’re going to regret this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony angrily severed the soul link. Soon after, Ang suddenly stirred and said: “Anthony’s coming. Let’s meet him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How do we meet him? There’s no Palace of Rest wind now, and even if there were, it might not break through the barrier—do we have to let you go down first, then wait for the wind to come back down? He’s got nerve!” Negril grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head, as if listening, then said: “He says, the Heavenly Staircase can fetch him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fetch someone? The Heavenly Staircase can do that? I thought only the Holy Spirits flew up it themselves.” Negril was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opening the Heavenly Staircase, fiddling with it, a figure slid out at its end, stepping slowly out of the light column, trembling all over, gazing far off, face filled with shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah...” Negril sighed softly: “He’s disguised himself too long. Years of subtle influence—his soul must already be shaped like a believer’s. To arrive at the legendary Heaven, such a reaction is normal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than Anthony cursed: “Ku Bada, why is this place so ugly? Is this really the Holy Heaven?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril nearly bit his tongue—so that’s what he was shocked by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought it’d be grand and magnificent—turns out it’s just piles of stone geometric shapes and statues, dull colors, random arrangements, no depth. The Light Gods are missing a God of Architecture or a God of Beauty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony, still stunned, complained: “The only thing with any beauty is this plaza—the crops are layered and neatly arranged, but they clash horribly with the rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril whispered: “The plaza was dug by Ang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony said solemnly: “No wonder it’s so beautiful—the other buildings ruin the plaza’s aesthetics.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Now I know why you always easily climb to the rank of bishop.” Negril said, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony wanted to tour the Holy Heaven further, but Negril grabbed him: “You’re here now—first, figure out why the sprout died.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why study it? Who killed the Pope who tried the God-Planting Project? The gods. This soil carries the gods’ will—this heretical seed will naturally be purified away.” Anthony said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang immediately reached into the Palace of Rest and dug up the other seed. That one was also planted in divine soil—was it being purified too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he pulled it out, the seed was perfectly fine, vibrant, its skin already cracking—likely about to sprout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That doesn’t make sense. No signs of purification at all. The soil in the Palace of Rest is the same—we call it divine soil.” Negril said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They dug up the withered sprout again: its skin bore marks of holy light burns. Clearly, the soil’s holy power was too weak to kill the seed outright, but the sprout was too fragile—far more fragile than the seed—and burned to death the moment it emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony compared them, then scooped up a handful of soil and sniffed it: “If the soil is truly identical, there should be burn marks. My lord, did you do something to the soil when you moved it inside?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head: “Afraid of fungi and insects—purified it.” As he spoke, he opened his palm and summoned holy light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril and Anthony exchanged glances, both eyes lighting up simultaneously. Anthony said: “That’s the reason. Your holy light purified the gods’ will from the soil, so it won’t burn this heretical seed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril added: “But it also purified other things in the soil, which is why this seed was planted first but still hasn’t sprouted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that was it—the cause found. Ang replanted the seed back into the divine soil of the Palace of Rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’ll tour the Holy Heaven now. Based on the layout, where do the Heavenly Citizens live? On the other side? Have you seen any?” Anthony sharply noticed the same issue as Xiamala.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril didn’t know how to answer, rubbed his nose, and fidgeted: “You’d better go see for yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril’s words made Anthony sigh deeply: “Ah, if you say that, what’s left to see? Since records began, how many Heavenly Citizens were summoned to Heaven—but not one ever returned. They’re probably just fertilizer now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril flew over and patted his shoulder, unsure what to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony sighed again, then suddenly stirred, pulling a magic crystal tablet from his pocket—a symbol on it was flashing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly pressed the symbol and tilted his ear to listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sound came—it was soul-level communication. The ear-tilting was just for Ang and Negril’s benefit, so they wouldn’t think he was distracted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Anthony looked up: “Bolke found the valley where the druids of the God-Planting Project were imprisoned.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really!? So fast?” Negril exclaimed, eager: “Where?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang also turned a curious gaze—druids of the God-Planting Project—he liked them. Growing gods was a kind of growing, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the Mountains of the North Wind God,” Anthony said. “I had him use a teleportation array—it happens to be nearby, so he got there quickly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril frowned: “Why imprison them there? Freezing, icy, barren—druids hate this environment. Seeds would freeze to death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony grimaced: “Isn’t that standard procedure? Water mages locked in deserts, earth mages in water prisons, wind mages buried underground—never let them near their familiar environment. If you lock a druid in a forest, how could you possibly hold them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, true. Like how you can’t lock a male dragon near females.” Negril recalled a dragon proverb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony shot him a sideways glance and stepped away two paces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Negril suddenly remember—he was a male dragon himself...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril weakly protested: “I’m an exception... What even is this? Bolke found the place—what’s there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s walking in. The valley is full of ice and snow—luckily he’s light, or he’d have sunk into the snow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are traces of buildings on both sides, but buried under snow—no signs of habitation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bolke senses something beneath the snow—strong energy signature.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bolke... is dead.” Anthony looked up in horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dead!?” Negril was startled: “What happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony swallowed hard and sent a mental image to Ang and Negril.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a snowy valley, a black knight galloped across the snow, his horse’s hooves sinking only slightly into the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All around was white—except for some buried structures at the valley’s mouth. No signs of life. The valley was silent, dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this silence, Bolke suddenly sensed a pulse—regular, powerful, like a heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pulse came from beneath the snow. Deep in the buried valley, Bolke dug through the snow and soon found a bud—a massive, snow-white, crystalline bud, glowing with holy radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bolke reached out and touched the bud—it burned, emitting white smoke. True holy light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost instantly, a consciousness focused on Bolke. The bud bloomed. A strong man slowly rose from the stamen, his body shimmering with luminescence, expressionless as he stared at Bolke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, the man leapt forward and punched Bolke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soul image ended abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril stared, dumbfounded: “That’s a God-Body?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The luminescence swirling around the man was unmistakably divine light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony was both grief-stricken and bitter, nodding heavily. Bolke was dead—he couldn’t even save him. And now a God-Body had appeared. This was a massive problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Church of Light currently had no gods—Anthony probably didn’t know the last one, the Balance, had recently been killed by Ang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But regardless, the Church of Light was now in a divine vacuum. Anthony could boldly split the Church and secretly commit blasphemous acts. But now a God-Body had suddenly appeared—if it inherited the Light Gods’ divine essence, what then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no joke—look at how Ang inherited the Immortal God’s essence...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. He can’t live. I’m going back.” Anthony turned to Negril.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony departed via the Heavenly Staircase. Negril hesitated, then turned to Ang:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should we follow him? This God-Body seems newborn—alone. Best to kill it early. If it inherits the Light Gods’ divine essence, trouble. The Church might break free from Anthony’s control and target us specifically. They’ll definitely try to reclaim this place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang suddenly looked up, pointing at the Plaza of Gods: “Here? Reclaim?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh... even though the Holy Heaven is worth far more than your crappy patch, yeah—this place, your growing ground, will be taken back.” Negril said with mock menace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang turned, crouched, and emitted a long soul cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—little angels, little zombies, purple skeletons, titans, lightning horses—all scattered playing—rushed back in a flurry, and Ang stuffed them all into the Palace of Rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop Anthony, make him wait!” Negril hurriedly said.\u003C\u002Fp>",2057,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4b3e05a8d21d18be5ad5f5e18db83a4a9fc1897f40b200b4559d4ea39d44b681","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-199","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-197",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]