[{"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-200":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},2351681,4600,"Chapter 200: The God of Life Wants to Meet You","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-200",200,"\u003Cp>“Do you have a pass?” The wounded elf woman smiled, drawing her curved blade and spinning it in a flourish before asking warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone shook their heads collectively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have an invitation?” The elf woman thought for a moment and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone shook their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A token? A letter of introduction?” The elf woman asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaking heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then at least you know someone? Name one elf you know, or I’ll have a hard time—showing up here with nothing? I’ll have to cut you down!” The elf woman said angrily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis’s eyes lit up, quickly replying: “We know them! We know Galadriel and Kaelandrel!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was fine not mentioning those names, but as soon as she did, the elf woman flew into a rage: “Damn it! How dare you speak the names of our beloved Queen? Die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elf woman swung her curved blade, preparing to strike, shouting fiercely: “Turn back now while you still can, or I’ll cut you down! My blade skills are excellent!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone exchanged glances—they could tell this elf woman wasn’t going to harm them, at most scare them off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange suddenly remembered something, flipped his hand, and pulled out a badge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah! This is…” The elf woman leaned in to look, her face changing instantly; she stepped back quickly, sheathed her blade, and knelt on one knee, bowing respectfully: “My deepest apologies for my earlier rudeness, noble guest. I am Jelika of the Nightblade Elves, honored guest, I pay my respects.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoa? That’s the Noble Guest Badge?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does the Noble Guest Badge really look like that? Have you ever seen one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Never seen one—how could anyone? There are so few who become our noble guests, you might never see one in your lifetime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding Nightblade Elves erupted in murmurs and whispers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After receiving rewards from the elves, Ang had kept the commercial permits and tax exemptions, but all non-commercial items like the Noble Friend Badge, he had given entirely to Ange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony glanced at Jelika strangely and asked, puzzled: “You’re already sure this badge is real? Don’t you need to verify it? And…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange’s straw hat was ruined, so now he wore only his soul armor, shrouded in black mist, with a spectral steed beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Nightblade Elves weren’t afraid at all—instead, they immediately lowered their weapons the moment they saw the badge. Don’t they verify its authenticity? Aren’t they afraid of undead?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, do you think the Noble Badge needs verification? When a noble guest presents it, the Life God whispers through the forest, telling us it’s true. Only those recognized by the Life God are noble guests—not merely those holding a badge.” Jelika’s reverence was clearly directed only at Ange; she glanced sideways at Anthony and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that’s how it works—the badge merely triggers the forest’s whisper, like sending a message to the World Tree: Are these guests? If not, drive them out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The World Tree replies: Yes, yes, yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The World Tree didn’t just confirm they were guests—it told them who they were. Jelika placed her hand over her chest and bowed to Ange: “You must be Lord Ange. Welcome to the Elf Forest. I am Jelika of the Nightblade Elves, guardian of the border. What may I do for you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis smoothly took over: “We’re chasing an enemy. He killed an ice bear on the snowy mountain, then fled into the forest. We need to find him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jelika instinctively replied: “Impossible. No one can enter the Elf Forest past our Nightblade sentinels. Every tree, vine, flower, and blade of grass here is our scout. No one slips in silently.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone involuntarily turned their gaze toward Ange and the little angel—they were the ones who said the Divine Body had entered the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a cry of “Ying!” echoed from deep within the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jelika’s expression changed: “It’s a Nightblade Panther—someone wounded one.” She immediately darted toward the sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nightblade Elves moved strangely—leaping forward, they merged with the forest upon landing, then flashed away at blinding speed, their forms nearly invisible to the naked eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just her—countless elves surged from the ground and treetops, like ghostly streaks, flashing away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony frowned and turned to Negrilis: “God of Knowledge, can your soul sense them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undead souls were the ultimate counter to stealth and invisibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis shook his head: “They’re detectable when moving, but when still, they blend into the forest’s background—I can’t sense them. You nearly stepped on her just now, and I didn’t even notice her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then how did Lord Ange spot her?” Anthony asked Ange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange tilted his head, confused: “I saw her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay—now everyone understood. Ange saw her. Others couldn’t—it was a matter of ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they spoke, they followed the elves onward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, fierce combat sounds came from ahead. Approaching, they saw a muscular, bald human locked in battle with Jelika.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jelika wielded two curved blades, spinning them like liquid mercury, clashing against the bald man’s body with sharp clangs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the bald man’s body was as hard as forged steel—each strike only sparked, and after dozens of blows, the blades’ edges curled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bald man swung his fists with thunderous force, though he couldn’t touch even a strand of Jelika’s hair. Yet he showed no anger—his eyes were blank, emotionless, neither sorrowful nor joyful nor furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his feet, a Nightblade Panther lay with a broken spine, tears welling in its eyes as it whimpered softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Twang!* A powerful arrow struck the bald man’s body—its tip shattered and bounced away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jelika seized the opening, slashing between his legs. When her blade couldn’t pierce his body, she shifted instantly to vulnerable points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bald man didn’t dodge or retreat—he swung his fist straight at Jelika’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jelika arched her upper body backward, bending her waist at ninety degrees, and reversed her blade to slash under his armpit. Many enhanced skills, like petrified skin, left the armpits and groin vulnerable—Jelika clearly had vast experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her experience meant nothing against the bald man—her blade scraped under his armpit, sparking a continuous stream of sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Twang!* Another arrow flew straight for the bald man’s eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elf race had countless divine archers—even Nightblade Elves, not known for ranged combat, had many. This arrow struck with perfect timing—fast, fierce, and plunged into the bald man’s eye with a *thud*, like an arrow striking hard wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One elf cheered—but soon realized she’d celebrated too soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bald man ignored his eye wound entirely, bringing his palm down in a direct strike. Jelika, still bent backward at ninety degrees, had her abdomen exposed—had it landed, half her body might have been crushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In desperation, Jelika crossed her arms to block—a shield flickered into existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High-level combat was often brutally simple—the bald man’s palm shattered the shield without flourish and kept driving toward Jelika’s flat abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as his palm neared impact, a purple-gold hand slipped between him and Jelika, firmly catching the edge of the palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange, in his Bone Form, caught the Divine Body’s palm-strike, then swung a punch straight at its cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Divine Body’s face remained expressionless; its other hand swung a punch to meet Ange’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A simple punch clash—no tricks, no variation—but the force generated was staggering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jelika was slammed to the ground, spitting blood. The next instant, Ange hooked his foot and kicked her clear of the battle zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Divine Body’s left hand, where it met Ange’s, split open, oozing golden blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Divine Body paid no heed, pulling back slightly and swinging another punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange’s Lock Hand met it—*Boom!* Their fists collided again, like two great dragons clashing, the shockwave blasting everything around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Divine Body’s other arm also split open, oozing golden blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Divine Body paid no attention—its torn arms healed as if never wounded, swinging back again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just six seconds, it clashed seventeen punches with Ange—no tricks, pure strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its flesh and skin shattered and flew off after the first few punches; afterward, only bones remained. The Divine Body finally couldn’t hold—Ange’s punch drove it backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost the instant it retreated, Ange roared, unleashing a soul shockwave against the Divine Body, causing it to jerk violently backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange swung a right hook straight into the Divine Body’s left temple—the entire left side of its face exploded, revealing bone beneath. The Divine Body was flung sideways, smashing through several large trees, skidding across the ground, carving a deep furrow before stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All elves and humans stared, dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange and the Divine Body’s brute-force fighting style had no beauty or technique—but every punch was like thunder, radiating terrifying destructive power, making everyone’s hearts tremble. Not even a graze could leave bones shattered and flesh torn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange dashed to where the Divine Body lay—only to see a flickering light shoot from its body, darting deep into the forest, vanishing around a bend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange was about to chase it—but the transformation effect faded rapidly, returning him to his soul-armored form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony and Jelika rushed over. Jelika spat blood, glaring fiercely at the vanished light: “Chase him! Don’t let him escape! Awaken the forest! Don’t let him get away! Cough… cough… cough…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke urgently, Jelika bent over, coughing violently—the earlier shockwave must have damaged her internal organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This proved how terrifying Ange and the Divine Body’s clash had been—even without touching her, the shockwave alone had injured a Nightblade Elf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of Jelika’s subordinates pulled a horn from her waist and blew hard—the deep horn call echoed far into the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, whistling arrows shot into the sky from afar, piercing the forest canopy with shrill cries. One after another, the whistling arrows flew, spreading the alarm like ripples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough… cough… the entire forest… is… awakened… Look where you run now. Noble guest, what is that thing? How can it be so hard?” Jelika asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange didn’t answer—he cast several Cleansing Spells on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Holy Light healing? Are you from the Church of Light?” Jelika exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis flew over, chuckling: “Ask the Life God those questions. If you’re meant to know, it will tell you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah? Secret? Then forget it—I know nothing.” Jelika quickly waved her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ying… ying… ying…” A pained sound came—the Nightblade Panther with the broken spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jelika glanced at Ange, embarrassed, pleading: “Noble Lord, can you heal a Nightblade Panther with a broken spine? If you can, would you please heal it? We will give you everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nightblade Panther was not only a mount but also a companion, a family member to the Nightblade Elves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange nodded, first sealing the Divine Body inside the Palace of Rest, then approaching the Nightblade Panther.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scanned its soul to locate the fracture, then severed its nerves, cut open the broken area to expose the bone, dripped Essence Fluid onto it, healed the bone with Holy Light, and let the flesh knit back together. After a dazzling sequence of actions, the Nightblade Panther rose to its feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Nightblade Elf village, the elves brought out aged Moon Wine, gathered fruits and nuts, and warmly entertained the noble guests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jelika slammed her wooden table, cheeks flushed: “Drink! Are you just sitting there? Don’t think being a man lets you off the hook—I know humans: men do the fighting and labor, just like our female elves. No slacking! Drink! Cheers!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jelika lifted her wooden bowl and drained it in one gulp, showing true boldness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony, the only human, was flushed red, eyes glazed—he simply couldn’t handle the elves’ enthusiasm, waving his hands frantically: “No more! I can’t drink any more!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drink! We elves are warm and hospitable—if you don’t drink, how will you feel our warmth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No more! I’ll throw up if I drink another drop!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Vomit, then drink again! Swish with Moon Spring to soothe your stomach. Moon Wine is delicious and doesn’t give you a hangover—sleep till tomorrow, refreshed and clear-headed. Wake up, rinse with Moon Wine, drink again tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you even elves? I thought dwarves couldn’t drink like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We are Moonblade Elves—unlike those timid, prissy types. Your arrival makes me so happy! Come, cheers!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Jelika’s enthusiastic hospitality, Anthony soon slid right off his chair onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some non-human entities watched from the side, occasionally bringing over Yuejiang wine for Ang to purify with his Spot-Removing Art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang’s hand reached into the Palace of Rest, moving slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Palace of Rest, a lone hand bone moved across the Divine Body; as holy light passed over it, the damaged areas healed rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A white wraith stretched out two tiny hands, chasing the holy light as it drifted back and forth, happily basking in its warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a wind stirred through the forest, rustling through the leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jelika, who had been drinking merrily, stopped and listened intently; soon she turned to Ang, speaking with disbelief: “Honored guest, the God of Life wishes to meet you—may I ask if you are available?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The God of Life wanted to meet Ang—and actually asked if he was convenient? How powerful was this honored guest?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang withdrew the Hand That Pierces Realms, looked at Negrilis, who nodded; Ang nodded in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony, who had slumped onto the ground, utterly drunk, sat up as if nothing had happened and urged: “Hurry, hurry—let’s go meet the God of Life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little wraith, which had been chasing the holy light around the Palace of Rest, suddenly noticed the light was gone; it panicked, spinning in circles around the spot where the hand bone had vanished, then finally stopped, hanging its head in dejection, its entire form radiating sorrow and loss.\u003C\u002Fp>",2272,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","99dad4ea9d5614b33134231536736d469c8d4fbb9d5de7efed1ad7588ca43900","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-201","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-199",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]