[{"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-20":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},2351501,4600,"Chapter 20: In the Name of Ange","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-20",20,"\u003Cp>Describing a wraith as “clean and beautiful” was an eerie phrase—how could a wraith ever be clean? Unable to touch water, they could only wipe dry, making it nearly impossible to fully remove stains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beauty was even harder—loss of moisture caused skin to lose elasticity and wrinkle, so normal wraiths looked like 120-year-old elders, their faces covered in creases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this female wraith’s skin was smooth, with no obvious wrinkles—only at joints like her neck and elbows did creases appear, making her resemble an over-dieted… corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, these were Huang Tong’s impressions; Ange had no concept of “clean” or “beautiful”—he only saw the thick soul-flame of the female wraith, and Phelin’s clean finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Annoyed, Ange asked Phelin: “Who is she?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phelin’s face twisted into an awkward yet polite, anxious yet utterly helpless expression: “This is my wife, Lisa. My lord, please forgive her—she’s too excited. Forgive her impertinence. If possible, could you teach her this magic that purifies my finger? I am willing to pay a fair price.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you teach it?” Ange asked Huang Tong inwardly—he felt he should ask Huang Tong, since the purification Shu  was his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sure,” Nagelis said with a mischievous tone. “It’s just a Level One Holy Light spell. Teach her, and she still can’t cast it. This is ‘Holy’ magic—it belongs to divine arts. Without faith power, it cannot be cast. Unless she has a soul network or faith energy like you, she must borrow power from a deity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teaching a spell or any knowledge between undead was absurdly simple—the problem wasn’t transmission, but reception. A Putong skeleton’s intellect couldn’t learn magic even if the entire world’s knowledge were poured into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lisa’s intellect was fine, and her magic level was high—she’d learn a Level One spell after one demonstration. Too bad she still couldn’t cast it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How is this possible?” Lisa stared desperately at her hands. She felt the spell had succeeded—the mana network was formed, she sensed it operating—but no energy released.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Faith. Divine power.” Ange repeated Huang Tong’s words—he didn’t fully understand them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lisa understood. She murmured those two words, her eyes gleaming with sudden light: “My lord, what is your name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Lisa asked, Phelin’s expression changed drastically—he instinctively lunged to cover her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh gods, the Watcher Lord was likely a monarch’s projection—and now his wife was directly asking his name? That was like asking a god’s true name! The Undead Monarch was a being comparable to a deity—this was an unforgivable offense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ange,” Ange replied casually, not feeling offended—leaving Phelin frozen mid-lunge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ange? In the name of Ange, grant me the power to purify decay and beautify my appearance—Jing Yan!” Lisa cried out with utter devotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“????” Both Phelin and Nagelis’s minds were flooded with giant question marks. This was purification—dispelling filth, cleansing all things. What the hell was “Jing Yan”? Purifying beauty?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange felt the symbol formed by Lisa’s soul-flame stir restlessly within his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thought, he immediately felt his power surge into that symbol—and at the same time, Lisa’s palm glowed with holy light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis’s eyes nearly popped out: “This works? You don’t even have a divine core—you’re a pseudo-deity! Why can she borrow your power?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Nagelis couldn’t understand it, Ange certainly couldn’t—he only knew his power flowed directly through the symbol representing Lisa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lisa stared at the holy light in her hands, eager to smear it onto her arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her arm was gray-white, skin stretched over bone—smooth, but lacking elasticity and luster. It was slightly better than a normal zombie-wraith, but still firmly in the “corpse” category.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the holy light touched it, the abnormality became clear: she had pulled excess skin backward and glued it down with adhesive, making her front appear smooth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this treatment required immense effort and forbade any vigorous movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the holy light passed, the “gray-white” peeled away, revealing the natural pink hue of healthy skin. Unlike the purification spell, Lisa’s withered flesh swelled under Jing Yan’s effect, regaining luster and elasticity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the holy light passed, a pale, living arm appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phelin stared, eyes wide—first at Lisa’s arm, then at his own peeling-chicken-claw fingers, unable to believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange’s purification had only cleansed the “patina” from his fingers—his flesh hadn’t revived. But the same magic, when Lisa cast it, restored flesh to life. What was the principle?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike Phelin’s confusion, Nagelis saw the reason instantly: “No wonder it’s ‘Holy’ magic—the advantage of divine arts lies here. The same spell yields countless effects, because it’s powered by intent. This woman didn’t just borrow your power—she adjusted its function. She understands divine arts deeply, and her faith is unwavering.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange didn’t understand Nagelis’s words—intent, effects, all that. He only knew his power had been borrowed, his mana drained completely—but the symbol representing Lisa had grown clearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lisa returned a thick strand of soul-flame—not drifting from her body, but emerging directly from the symbol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This meant: even across different planes, as long as the symbol existed, Ange could receive Lisa’s soul-flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lisa trembled with excitement, her right hand shaking as her fingertip lightly touched her now-living, pale left hand. The skin dimpled—when she released it, it bounced back instantly. This bouncy sensation, absent for so many years, made her sob silently—though no tears fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phelin understood his wife’s emotions perfectly. Once, she had been so beautiful—trapped for a thousand years in this ugly body. Had she not feared becoming a wraith, a specter, or worse—a rotting corpse—she would have killed herself long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, she saw hope of restoring her original form. To calm herself after just two sobs was already remarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Jing Yan spell only covered her fingers to her wrist—she immediately cast again: “In the name of Ange…” and smeared it across her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plumped-up cheeks pushed the glued-back skin loose, restoring luster and elasticity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Jing Yan after another, Lisa became fully alive from head to toe—transformed entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second Jing Yan surprised Nagelis; by the fifth and sixth, he was speechless with shock: “Why can she borrow so much of your power? It’s endless! Are you some kind of moss growing everywhere? When my former followers borrowed my power once, I needed three to five days to recover—because your mental strength is high and you recover fast?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe. Ange tilted his head. Each time Lisa cast the spell, Ange’s mana was fully drained—but he was used to it from watering crops. His mana always regenerated before the next spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lisa’s casting frequency was far lower than his watering routine—no risk of exhaustion. And each time she borrowed power, she returned a thick strand of soul-flame—Ange lost nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lisa caressed her living skin, beaming with joy. After a long while, she calmed herself, stepped forward gracefully, crossed her hands on her shoulders, and knelt: “Former Holy Maiden, Apostate Lisa August, bow before my Lord.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1144,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4da208a7dd3689ab71dba899cefb9e3d27c56533cf5b7f6cdc064db0fcd7adec","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-21","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-19",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]