[{"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-199":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},2351680,4600,"Chapter 199: The Extra Soul Fragment","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-199",199,"\u003Cp>Anthony wrapped himself tightly in a cloak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath him rode a complaining undead horse: “I’m only letting you ride because Bolck is dead. Once this is over, get as far away from me as you can.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes yes yes, thanks for your hard work, we’ll leave right after, we’ll leave right after—just give it your all, the opponent’s a divine body, I can’t handle it alone.” Anthony smiled nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning, carrying Ang, kept glancing over curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you staring at, stupid horned horse? I’ll eat your soul if you look again.” The undead horse glared at Lightning, snarling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning bared its teeth in a smirk, ignoring the undead horse, and turned to Anthony: “Your wife?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?!” Both the undead horse and Anthony were stunned. Anthony quickly waved his hands: “No, no, don’t say nonsense!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The undead horse roared in fury: “Stupid horse! Undead have no gender, idiot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning still ignored it, turning again to Anthony: “Your daughter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony chuckled bitterly: “No no—though I raised it, it’s never listened to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then good.” Lightning unleashed its ultimate technique: “Facial Mockery,” glancing sideways at the undead horse, slowly and clearly shaping its lips: “Stu—(muffled)—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Say that again, you stupid horse, say it again!” The undead horse exploded in rage, screaming with its soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stu—(muffled)—” Lightning repeated. What it said didn’t matter—right now, even if it shouted “Mom,” you’d still fly into a rage, because its expression was so infuriating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The undead horse reared to charge, but in the next instant, a scythe’s blade hung between them—Ang tilted his head and looked at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The undead horse shuddered, suddenly remembering what Anthony had told it. It snorted heavily, forcing its fury back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony wiped sweat from his brow, patted the undead horse’s neck to calm it, then subtly made a “please” gesture to Lightning. Only then did Lightning snort haughtily and let it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this level, how dare you bristle at Lord Lightning? It hasn’t even warmed up yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two horses galloped hard, soon reaching a valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the valley blanketed in ice and snow, Negrilis, projected on Ang’s body, murmured in confusion: “This place? Grow a divine body? It’s a miracle if grass even grows here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it either. Are druids really this powerful? Can they grow gods?” Anthony’s tone was full of disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Druids, after all, are the kind who till soil, tend crops, and live among forests—dusty on sunny days, muddy on rainy ones. Almost every druid looks like an old farmer. Elves are no exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Legends say powerful druids are formidable—they can command entire forests, transform into deities, and use divine power to defeat gods. But those are just legends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last time Anthony heard about druids was during the Spring Wind Cup planting contest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This obscure profession somehow grew a divine body?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A divine body differs from a true god—it lacks a divine core. Without a divine core, it’s merely a powerful shell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once it gains a divine core, especially today, after the fall of the Light Gods, it will instantly rise to become a primary deity—or even the sole primary deity. That would be a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter how powerful the divine body is, it was grown by druids. Those druids are the real monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony patted the undead horse’s neck: “Old buddy, scout ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The undead horse shot him a glare: “Call me by my name—Black Horse!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The undead horse roared, rearing its front hooves and stomping down. Where its hooves struck, death energy spread instantly—three or four wraiths rose and sped toward the valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black Horse?! Lightning burst out laughing—the undead horse really was black enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the wraiths, they cautiously entered the valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The path remained quiet until they reached a snow pit. At its bottom lay a withered giant bud, its surface frosted over—but the divine body was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you find him?” Anthony asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang shook his head. The undead horse shook its head. Lightning shook its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord, please guard me.” As he spoke, Anthony pulled out a cloth and a crystal ball. The cloth was engraved with various holy runes—resembling a holy shroud, but with entirely different patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He laid the cloth over the snow, placed the crystal ball atop it, and began chanting an obscure incantation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang efficiently began pulling out companions: first Negrilis, then the little angel, the little zombie, then the Purple Bone Titans. They quickly scattered to form a perimeter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how obscure the incantation, if it wasn’t new, Negrilis had no trouble with it. After listening a moment, it exclaimed: “This is a shaman’s Soul Summoning spell. Will it work? Are you trying to save Bolck?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony finished the lengthy incantation, a small wisp of black mist now hovering in his palm. He slapped it into the crystal ball before replying: “It might. But how much we can recover, I don’t know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis didn’t agree: “Even if you recover some soul fragments, what’s the use? They’re already shattered. Recovered, they’re no longer Bolck.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh, yes—but what can we do? Save what we can. If he retains even a few memories, he’s still Bolck. I’ll just tell him more later.” Anthony sighed helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kuabada…” Negrilis paused a moment, then couldn’t help cursing aloud. It finally understood—Anthony’s “tell him” meant he planned to reconstruct Bolck’s memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you woke up with amnesia and someone jumped out saying, “I’m your father,” you’d probably believe them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony now intended to gather Bolck’s soul fragments, use them as a foundation, and reshape a new soul. Whether this soul was truly the original Bolck?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it possessed fragments of Bolck’s memories, and Anthony filled in the rest, then it would be Bolck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang suddenly asked: “Soul fragments, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony was startled by the sudden question, nodding instinctively: “Yes, Bolck’s soul fragments.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang slowly raised his hand and traced a circle: “So many.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he moved, an entire “wind” swept through the valley, flowing toward the center of the circle he had drawn in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This “wind” was not a physical phenomenon—it was on the soul level. Only undead beings could sense its movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Ang completed half the circle, a flame erupted at the center. By the time he finished the full circle, the flame had solidified into something fiercer than five or six soul fires, then poured entirely into the crystal ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony was utterly bewildered: “So many? You even ignited the soul flame… My lord, where did all these soul fragments come from? Bolck himself couldn’t have produced this many.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang gestured around: “So many.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why so many soul fragments? Did many people die here? This is a nightmare—a stitched monster.” Anthony groaned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soul fragments far exceeded what Bolck could have released—they must include countless fragments not belonging to him. All crammed into one soul flame? That’s a stitched monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this wasn’t Ang’s fault. Any Soul Summoning spell would gather all nearby fragments. Ang merely expanded the gathering range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This way, the collection is more complete. We can slowly remove the extras later—he’s the expert at this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hugging the crystal ball, Anthony stroked it constantly, pressing his forehead against it and whispering: “Bolck, Bolck, your name is Bolck, loyal and brave Bolck… Hmm, this isn’t it, this isn’t it either—remove it, remove it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Anthony suddenly looked up: “My lord, we may have stumbled upon treasure. These soul fragments belong to the druids imprisoned here. Once I pick out Bolck’s fragments, the rest are yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang’s soul light flared brightly. Negrilis couldn’t contain itself: “Really? Hurry up, hurry up! Any info about growing gods?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It won’t be that fast. I need a long time to separate Bolck’s fragments—this technique is complex, requires patience. But I just absorbed a few fragments. Their residual memories told me the general situation here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I burned the Church’s records. As successive clerics aged and died, the Church gradually forgot this place. Without funding, guards fled. Those who couldn’t flee settled here, befriending the original druid guards. This became a village.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several elven druids never abandoned their god-growing plan. Perhaps they thought they were cultivating the World Tree. Under their druidic power, this valley transformed into a lush, fragrant paradise—full of grain, birdsong, and happiness. People lived here in peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Generations passed. As the elven druids died one by one, the human villagers struggled to survive. In the frozen wasteland, simply staying alive was hard. The valley’s population dwindled year by year, until it became what we see now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man who sold the silver coins’ seeds? He was likely the last survivor of this valley. They held seeds cultivated by druids but never grew the legendary “plant people.” Starving and desperate, they sold them for money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s roughly it—part memory fragments, part deduction. First, find the divine body. We’ll study it later.” He wrapped the crystal ball in the cloth and shoved it into his ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony reached out toward the withered bud and shouted: “The god says—my gaze sees the vanished time—Eye of Time!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he finished the word “eye,” white light flared in Anthony’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After staring for a while, the light faded. Anthony’s face flushed with embarrassment: “No luck. The god’s Eye of Time cannot see a divine body. Black Horse, can you smell it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black Horse shook its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little angel suddenly pointed: “Aow!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis asked: “Can you sense it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little angel nodded, scampering up the cliff wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both sides of the valley were near-vertical cliffs, at least sixty to seventy meters high. Climbing up led to a mountain peak. Along the ridge, they chased after it. After a stretch, they suddenly spotted something ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A level-six Ice Earth Bear lay dead in the snow, half its body gone. The torn edges showed bite marks—but the fatal wound was its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dead less than half a day. Skull crushed by brute force. Residual holy power in the wound—must be the divine body. It ate half the Ice Earth Bear.” Anthony examined it and said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does a divine body need to eat?” Negrilis asked. This was outside its knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony asked curiously: “After you became a god, did you need to eat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, of course. I ate a lot.” Negrilis replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then he probably needs to eat too—but not out of necessity. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have left half the bear. He’d have eaten it all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After analyzing, they continued chasing. They ran over a hundred kilometers, gradually leaving the snowy mountains. Temperature rose, ice and snow melted. In the distance, a dense forest appeared on the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the forest, Anthony muttered: “Did he really run this way? Did we take a wrong turn?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little angel turned and glared: “Aow!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little zombie also glared: “Aow!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No no, I’m not doubting you—I just want to confirm.” Anthony quickly waved his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning couldn’t help leaning in, whispering: “Do you understand ‘aow’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Do I need to understand a language? Don’t their faces say it all?” Anthony asked, confused. Then he turned to Negrilis: “Lord Negrilis, chasing like this won’t work. We need to confirm if he’s heading this way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis was also troubled: “How do we confirm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang suddenly raised his finger toward the forest—the same direction the little angel had been chasing—and said: “That way. There’s a scent of holy light.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little angel worried it had led them astray—but now Ang said the same. They had no choice but to take it seriously. They immediately decided to enter the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the dense forest, the Purple Bone Titans grimaced: “My lord, could you please recall us? We hate forests.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many entering the forest was risky—they’d easily get separated, and finding each other again would be hard. Besides, the Purple Bone Titans’ size made movement in the forest extremely inconvenient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang recalled the Purple Bone Titans into the Palace of Rest. Lightning led the way. The little zombie, the little angel, Huang Tong, Anthony, and Black Horse formed a line. Ang brought up the rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boreal forest’s trees towered, thick, and dense. They felt like tiny people entering a giant’s world. Each fallen tree they crossed felt like scaling a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far into the forest, Anthony—the only human—began panting. He cast two divine spells on himself, paused briefly, and asked: “We’ve entered elven territory, haven’t we? What’s he doing running into this forest?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one answered. No one paid attention—except Ang, who walked over and stared curiously at Anthony’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony, baffled, asked: “My lord, what are you looking at?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Ang could speak, a strange voice sounded beneath his feet: “Probably watching me. You’re stepping on my hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony jumped back in surprise, and from among the fallen leaves, an elf covered entirely in magical runes materialized from the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, magic-rune elves emerged from the bushes, the dead leaves, the treetops, and the cracks in the rocks, drawing bows and aiming at everyone present.\u003C\u002Fp>",2169,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","50654f4e61d43654b071cad2614b237e04d7cc11b5e53d4599dfbf94c39e375b","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-200","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-198",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]