[{"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-42":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},2351523,4600,"Chapter 42","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-42",42,"\u003Cp>“No.” Ang said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know, I’ll teach you.” Negrilis said irritably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A level-one electric spell, a lightning ball, pressed against the young bronze dragon elicited no reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh, was my magic resistance this high when I was a kid?” Negrilis exclaimed. Dragons had extremely high elemental resistance, and bronze dragons were among the best—level-one lightning balls couldn’t even shock them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Its skin has high resistance—what if we cut through the skin and shock the heart directly?” Negrilis suggested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head and asked, “Where’s the heart?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis pointed to the junction between the dragon’s neck and torso—where a dragon’s heart lay. He thought Ang would accept his suggestion and cut open the skin, and instantly felt a pang in his own heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an illusion, but who cared? This little dragon had grown from his own scales—it could be considered part of his own body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang didn’t cut open the skin, but gestured, then shoved his hand into the dragon’s mouth and zapped the approximate heart region through the esophagus. The entire young bronze dragon convulsed violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh, you $#@!...” Negrilis instinctively felt nauseous, a strong psychological discomfort—as if Ang had shoved his hand into Negrilis’s own mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the method worked. The esophagus had no skin resistance, and it was close to the heart—the lightning ball could exert maximum effect. The heart muscle contracted violently under the shock, pumping out the blood inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it relaxed, blood was drawn in from the other end, as if triggering some mechanism—the heart began contracting autonomously, tightening and relaxing, until its beat resumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, it actually works. Those druids weren’t lying.” Negrilis muttered under his breath—he’d never tried this method himself, only heard rumors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the heart beating and blood flowing, subtle changes appeared on the young bronze dragon: its scales slightly lifted at the edges—the dragon’s breathing effect—and its eyelids and other areas no longer looked deathly white; its vitality had improved noticeably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was all. The young bronze dragon remained motionless, as if in deep sleep. No matter how Ang pried open its eyelids, slapped its face, or shoved his hand back into its mouth and zapped it again, he couldn’t wake it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while of struggling, Negrilis said, “It must lack a soul. Though it grew a body, it couldn’t grow a soul. Sigh—creating life has never been easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No soul? Ang tilted his head, thought for a moment, then reached into the young bronze dragon’s mouth again, pressing down on its heart region. Under pressure, the heart stopped beating, and the young bronze dragon died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He condensed a soul flame, shoved it into the young bronze dragon’s corpse, and pointed at it: “Now it has a soul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis fell silent for a moment, then roared in fury: “You bastard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang crudely gave the young bronze dragon a soul, transforming it into a zombie dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were a living intelligent being, one could use sacrifice to fully merge the soul flame with the corpse’s memories, transforming it into a lich—Felin and Lisha became liches this way, a process requiring about seven days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the young bronze dragon had no memories, no prior life—directly granting it a soul turned it into a zombie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I never taught you how to condense a soul flame,” Negrilis puzzled. He hadn’t even taught it—how had Ang learned?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Undead flame.” Ang said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Undead flame and soul flame are vastly different. But you’re strange—figuring out soul flame from undead flame isn’t surprising; they’re fundamentally the same. Forget it. Control it. Use its soul to call my divine name—I’ll manifest on it, become my body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis was excited and eager. How many years had he been sealed? He still clearly remembered the despair and helplessness when the Immortal King tore his soul from his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never imagined he’d regain a body—even if it was this infantile, smaller than his own egg form—but it was still a body grown from his own scales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang controlled the young bronze dragon and emitted meaningless cries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, dragon tongue, dragon tongue—forget it, I’ll teach you.” Another round of routine instruction followed, until Ang finally successfully made the young bronze dragon speak in dragon tongue and call out Negrilis’s name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis manifested onto the young bronze dragon, shook his head, swayed his neck, and after a long while, sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He probably wanted to lament, to say something like, “My youth has returned,” or “My body is back”—but before the sigh faded, a figure leapt onto his back, two tiny white legs clamping around his waist, firmly riding atop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis nearly toppled headfirst to the ground, shouting urgently: “What are you doing?! Get off! You have wings yourself—why ride me? You dead bird-man, get off, or I’ll hit you! Do you want to face the wrath of the God of Knowledge?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis flapped his wings frantically, trying to shake off the angelic skeleton—but the angelic skeleton flapped its own wings, balancing perfectly, impossible to dislodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After struggling a while, the little zombie lunged forward and slammed into the angelic skeleton, knocking it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Negrilis could thank it, the little zombie flipped over and mounted him—it wasn’t rescuing Negrilis at all, just stealing a toy. But it was heavier, and immediately sat Negrilis down hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, die, Bronze Dragon’s Fury!” Negrilis struggled uselessly. Even as a bronze dragon, he was newborn—no match for the little zombie. Eventually, the angelic skeleton saved him, and the two began fighting off to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis got up, wiped his face with his claw, brushed off the dirt, and exhaled: “Almost became a mount. Damn it—how could a bronze dragon be ridden? It’s a disgrace to the dragon race.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished speaking, Ang mounted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis instinctively tried to shake him off—but his body wouldn’t obey. The young bronze dragon’s soul was granted by Ang, and had higher priority than Negrilis’s—meaning if he defied Ang’s will, he couldn’t control the dragon at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After long inner struggle, Negrilis reluctantly accepted reality: fine, ride me. No one knows it’s me anyway. A bronze dragon being ridden only shames the dragon race—what’s it to the God of Knowledge?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Comforting himself, Negrilis flapped his wings and rose into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body, head to tail, was only half a meter long—Ang rode him like a small stool, or an adult riding a child’s hobby horse. But his wingspan was large, and since Ang was just a skeleton, weighing less than forty catties, flapping vigorously, he actually managed to carry him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felin flew in, saw this, and slid straight to the ground in shock: “This… this is… bronze dragon? Master, did you go grave-robbing? We don’t have a dragon cemetery here—where did you dig this up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Ang could answer, Felin waved his hand: “Forget that—Master, save me! Please lend me some grain—I’ll pay you back later.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1146,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f8a5cb5a36c9fabfdb7d887d6e9e123c76f4d82e48d084328eae7929e8032982","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-43","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-41",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]