[{"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-48":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},2351529,4600,"Chapter 48","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-48",48,"\u003Cp>The blade’s radiance slashed through, scattering the Holy Knights’ formation; a slender figure surged forward with the blade, reaching Ma De’s side and swinging horizontally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma De raised his sword to block, but was struck as by lightning—his blade was flung wide by the immense force of the slash, leaving his center utterly exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma De’s face turned ashen, yet his gaze remained resolute; he knew his end was near. From the blade’s radiance, he could tell the attacker was a Sword Saint—likely only Low Rank, but still far beyond his ability to oppose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mages are ranked from low to high: Apprentice, Low (Levels 1–3), Mid (Levels 4–6), High (Levels 7–9), Grand Mage, Arcane Mage (Sorcerer), Truth Mage (Archmage).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swordsmen are ranked similarly: Apprentice, Low (Levels 1–3), Mid (Levels 4–6), High (Levels 7–9), Low Rank Sword Saint, High Rank Sword Saint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their ranks correspond: a Low Rank Sword Saint is as difficult to achieve as a Grand Mage, though their combat focus differs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, on the battlefield, in direct confrontation, a Grand Mage can toy with a Sword Saint, bombarding relentlessly and leaving the swordsman powerless to retaliate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in confined terrain, when cornered, a Grand Mage becomes a chick in a Sword Saint’s hands—pinched, dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, mages must have followers to prevent melee fighters from closing in, to block and draw enemy attacks, allowing the mage to cast calmly and obliterate foes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If mages can recruit followers, can swordsmen hire mages to guard them, letting them slash in peace?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Theoretically, yes—but swordsmen are generally poor, while mages are wealthy and can afford to keep followers. What can swordsmen offer to feed a mage? Thus, you almost always see mages surrounded by admirers, swordsmen alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy Knights fight similarly to swordsmen, but possess many auxiliary abilities, excelling in group combat yet weak in one-on-one duels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma De was a Level 7 Holy Knight, equivalent in strength to a Level 7 swordsman—but his enemy was a Low Rank Sword Saint. A three-rank gap, irreparable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they had mounts and a disciplined formation, perhaps they might still have had a chance—but now they had nothing, not even their weapons, all swept away. What could they use to resist?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their unwavering conviction!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Break through at all costs! I’ll hold him back! Sacrifice!” Ma De erupted in blinding holy light, flames of sacred fire surging around him, turning him into a glowing figure of fire as he punched toward the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other Holy Knights stared, eyes wide with horror, desperate to turn back and fight—but the handsome Holy Knight shouted them down: “Go! The captain is burning his life—don’t let his sacrifice be in vain!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the handsome Holy Knight’s kicks and pulls, the others sprinted away—but the path ahead was blocked by undead, the encirclement closing in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The handsome Holy Knight surged forward at full speed, leapt into the air, and slammed both fists into the ground—Holy Shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground trembled; the ring of skeletons and zombies before him staggered, unable to stand. Seizing the moment, he summoned a holy shield before him and charged forward—Holy Charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two skills in succession—his companions instantly understood his intent; their eyes reddened. To expend so much energy meant even if he broke the circle, he would have no strength left to escape—he was sacrificing himself to clear their path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Words and hesitation were meaningless now, only wasting Ma De’s and the handsome Holy Knight’s sacrifice. All clenched their teeth, silent, swinging their swords, following the handsome Holy Knight through the encirclement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After breaking free, the handsome Holy Knight indeed collapsed, slowing to a halt; his companions, hearts aching, sprinted past him toward greater distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The handsome Holy Knight stopped entirely, shouting: “Beware Lioneard—he concealed intelligence. He meant for us to die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaahhh!!!” came the muffled, grief-stricken roar of the retreating companions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The handsome Holy Knight turned to face the oncoming undead, grinned broadly, revealing a row of white teeth, and swung his sword fearlessly until swallowed by skeletons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slender Sword Saint dodged and weaved, avoiding Ma De’s fury. He had read accounts of Holy Knights—once they ignited their lives with “Sacrifice,” no injury could halt their advance until their final breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better to wait for him to burn out than risk a direct clash. Too bad the other Holy Knights escaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two minutes later, Ma De’s holy flames dimmed, then vanished entirely. He remained frozen in the pose of his final punch, the light in his eyes extinguished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sword Saint sighed, stepped forward, closed Ma De’s eyelids, and laid him gently on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phelin Lisa and the others approached, bowing: “Greetings, Lord Luofen of Lofen City.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sword Saint returned the bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother!” Anna’s long-suppressed cry finally burst forth. Since the Sword Saint appeared, Anna had recognized his stance and figure—it was her brother, Lu Se Luofen. But fearing to disturb his battle, she held back until now, screaming as she launched herself toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se, moments ago grave and solemn, now wore a look of distaste. He pressed his hand against her head, stopping her from tackling him: “What are you doing? So many people watching—hugging like that? You’re ruining my image. Got any food? Bring me something quick—I’m starving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did they notice Lu Se’s body steaming, vapor rising from his head—as if he’d expended tremendous energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So this Holy Knight was strong, huh? You had to exert yourself so much to take him down,” Phelin remarked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se was the recognized prodigy of Hanbing City—becoming a Low Rank Swordsman at eight and reaching Low Rank Sword Saint at twenty, the only one in a thousand years to achieve Sword Saint status; if even such a prodigy needed such effort, the Holy Knight must have been formidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no—I ran here from twenty kilometers away. Just tired. A flash of white light appeared here, and I knew these bastards would be here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White light? Everyone glanced at the angelic skeleton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se was baffled. Why did everyone stare at that skeleton when he said “white light”? And why did it have two bony protrusions jutting out behind it—deformed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, anyone have food? Starving. I always get hungry after fighting. Get me something to eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swordsmen are high-energy users—especially at Sword Saint level. One slash could burn the calories of several bowls of rice. The higher the rank, the more they must eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who brings food when setting ambushes and encirclements? And here, only Anna was alive. Finally, all eyes turned to Ang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Food? Ang tilted his head. Unhulled grain was inedible—his former zombie self had starved on it. So besides grain, the only thing he had left to eat was this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Ang pulled out the item, Lu Se and Anna’s eyes lit up—Lu Se’s gleamed with excitement: “Beetroot? 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