[{"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-21":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},2351502,4600,"Chapter 21","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-21",21,"\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head, but Nagelis couldn’t help drawing a sharp breath: “The Holy Maiden of Light!? No wonder she understands divine magic so deeply—damn, this lich married the Holy Maiden of Light!? Damn it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lich marrying the Holy Maiden of Light? That’s as dangerous as bathing in sulfuric acid—doesn’t he fear dissolving?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lisa departed, overwhelmed with gratitude and bound by devout faith, leaving Ang bewildered, head tilted; these concepts—faith, belief, divine power, mana—were beyond his comprehension. He only knew Lisa had borrowed his magic and returned a thicker soul-flame in exchange, and he suffered no loss—that was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the pile of bones left by Phelin, then at his own glowing moss, Ang simply tossed the bull skull into the bone heap and rushed back to tend to the glowing moss—this was the only thing he truly understood, unlike those complicated power systems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glowing moss grew robustly, at least four or five times taller than when Ang had collected it from rock crevices, resembling certain ground ferns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If grown for food, this size would be ideal for harvest—any taller and it would grow too old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ang clearly wasn’t cultivating them as food; he treated them as lighting tools, spacing them out in neat rows, hauling in fertile soil, building raised ridges between them, and sowing seeds—just as he did in his glowing moss fields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, operating on stone slabs, he couldn’t build too many ridges—but it didn’t matter; he’d test first, and transplant once the crops grew large enough that the ridges could no longer anchor their roots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this work, a large multi-tiered stone slab garden took shape. As Ang prepared to water it, he suddenly remembered the Purification Spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Purification Spell cleansed filth—could it also purify dirt and water?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pest infestations couldn’t be ignored in crop cultivation; his Burn-Scorch Spell had been born from pest problems—burning the land also killed insects in the soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He acted on impulse: Ang selected one slab, purified it with the Purification Spell, buried seeds, and marked a single horizontal line along its edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then chose another slab, irrigated it with purified holy water, and marked two horizontal lines along its edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he picked a third slab, purified the soil first, then irrigated it with holy water, and marked three horizontal lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the three slabs formed a control group—growth differences would become immediately obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This habit, Ang had learned when burying bone powder. One year, he buried bones in a field—the crops thrived. The next year, he buried bone powder—the crops thrived even better. The third year, he buried even more bone powder—the crops all withered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring at the withered farmland, Ang pondered for over half a year, finally devising a solution: he buried bone powder in varying proportions across fifty acres of farmland, observing which plot grew best, then adopted that ratio as his standard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From then on, he couldn’t stop—he buried every substance he could find in the soil, testing different proportions to find the optimal mix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Palace of Rest offered few materials; only bone powder, wood ash, and bird droppings benefited crops. Bird droppings were too scarce for Ang to determine the ideal ratio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had distilled his experience and formed his habit: he set up three identical control groups—nine slabs total.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning to fetch water, he passed the bone pile again—suddenly, a furious soul roared. A tall skeleton with a bull skull rose from the heap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang had tossed the bull skull here; it already contained a soul—a furious soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any soul, hung on a wall for decades, might grow as furious as this bull skull—too bad it had no hands or feet to pull itself down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the bones Phelin delivered was a full set of bull-man skeletal remains; he must have seen Ang carrying a bull skull and sent them specifically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After some effort to attune to the bones, the bull-skulled skeleton rose in fury—it would trample everything before it!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The furious bull-skulled skeleton rose, took its first step, saw Ang before it, roared in rage, lowered its head, aimed its sharp horns at Ang, charged—and fell flat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little zombie lunged from the side, slamming into its knees, snapping its lower legs clean off—the entire skeleton crashed to the ground with a clatter, the detached bull leg bone already snatched in the zombie’s grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The furious bull-skulled skeleton tried to rise, its face lifting—only to be struck by the zombie wielding its own leg bone, slamming it squarely on the cheek—the very spot where the gray-bone skeleton had once cut it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That spot was indeed a vulnerable point for skeletons; a blow there easily caused soul tremors, just like a human concussion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bull skeleton’s soul buzzed dizzily, unable to recover for a long while. When it finally regained composure, the zombie’s bone club swung down again—another round of buzzing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several repetitions, it became clear: skeletons weren’t truly stupid. After being struck a few times, it learned—curling up, clutching its skull, it refused to rise again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little zombie dragged it away by its remaining intact leg. Had Ang not forbidden it from killing skeletons, it would have already smashed the bull skull’s neck, plucked its soul-fire from the eye sockets, crushed it, and devoured it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when the bull skeleton was dragged away did Ang straighten up—he had already crouched, ready to “shout.” With his current soul strength, a soul shriek would have shattered the bull skeleton’s soul entirely. The little zombie had just saved it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Ang noticed the three slabs irrigated only with holy water—the glowing moss emitted a slightly brighter glow. Individually, the difference was imperceptible, but among the unirrigated moss, it stood out clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three slabs purified but not irrigated with holy water showed withered glowing moss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other three slabs—both purified and irrigated with holy water—showed no change in the moss, but a new growth appeared in the soil.\u003C\u002Fp>",995,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c98c285a4cb439847918136962829eb1aacc6f5c989bb9eb45f160f05c29b721","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-22","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-20",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]