[{"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-51":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},2351532,4600,"Chapter 51: The Everflow Stone","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-51",51,"\u003Cp>The angel skull could catch holy light with bare hands, and as its soul link, Ang naturally could too—but he had never tried it. Now, instinctively reaching out, he succeeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, his left hand, fused with the leather bracelet, showed no reaction, while his right hand sizzled and smoked, clearly suffering damage from the holy light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was normal holy light—inflicting extra damage on undead and other heretics. Ang quickly released his right hand, holding the holy light only with his left, studying it curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this time, Ang had used purification spells daily and was very familiar with holy light. He instantly recognized the anomaly: invisible symbols had formed within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These symbols were invisible to the naked eye, but Ang could sense their presence—somewhat like the symbols formed in his soul by Ock and Lisha’s soul flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But stranger still: he could sense their existence and knew they were symbols, yet he could not make them out clearly, as if shrouded in fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he couldn’t see them clearly, Ang stopped looking. He flipped his right hand and unleashed an upgraded purification spell, sweeping it across the true-word holy light and erasing those symbols. Then, imitating the angel skull, he bit down on the holy light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the heretic skull unleash a powerful purification spell and devour his true-word holy light like chewing sugarcane, the female priestess stared wide-eyed in terror. Holy light was useless against heretics—and now it was being eaten? This was a collapse of faith itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the true-word spell, Ang chewed thoughtfully, then roared silently at the priestess: “Die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Word of the Divine: “Die!” struck the priestess, instantly causing her entire body to blaze with holy radiance. Light erupted from her eyes, ears, mouth, and all orifices—far stronger than when she cast it herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, the holy light faded. The priestess lay on the ground, her body intact, eyes vacant, dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk tsk tsk, you’re getting better at this holy light—just touching it lets you understand it. Then again, you are faith itself: what you say is law, your words are divine utterances,” Nagelis said, leaning over with a hint of envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other female priestess still lay unconscious on the ground. Nagelis notified Lisha to come and carry her away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Lisha lifted her, she found the priestess’s body rigid. She smiled knowingly—how could a unconscious person’s body be so stiff?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a mischievous thought, Lisha leaned close to the priestess’s ear and whispered: “Your underwear’s dirty…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priestess’s ears flushed crimson, burning hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, let’s talk business. What’s this news of yours? Worth how many bags of beets?” Nagelis asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just minutes ago, Nagelis had cared nothing for beets—he didn’t eat them, and they weren’t rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after Lu Se demonstrated using beets to temporarily exceed his level, Nagelis immediately realized this was a chance to inflate prices. The value of beets in his mind skyrocketed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blame Lu Se’s love of showing off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? No no no, the real matter is troop support—troop support is the real issue, my lord, please let the angel skull help me break through the enemy camp,” Lu Se said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Why? These Church of Light people treat skeletons and wraiths as heretics. Don’t you hate them?” Lu Se exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no sooner had he spoken than Nagelis yanked him aside and glared at him—clearly, only someone who didn’t understand Ang would say such a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head. “What is ‘hate’?” He was a simple little skull. He had emotions, but he didn’t necessarily know what to call them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That demon Turus who burned your fields—how did you feel about him? Do you hate him?” Nagelis, who understood Ang best, spoke one sentence and made it clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hate him,” Ang said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Church of Light broke into Ice City and burned all its farmlands. Every crop, every field—gone,” Nagelis said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished, Lu Se’s face darkened. This was a crueler question—even if he killed every Church member now, it wouldn’t help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All farmland burned. No harvest. Worse: all stored grain in Ice City was gone. If no food arrived, even if he reclaimed Ice City, most of its people would starve. Whether Ice City would even exist this time next year was uncertain. Damn Church of Light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Ang heard the crops and fields were all burned, his mood soured. He turned and called out into the distance: “Awooo!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The zombie burst from a pile of loam, twitching its head. Seeing Ang, it leapt out in one motion, shaking off dirt, and sprinted toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Ang resurrected the bronze dragon, he had transferred a pile of loam to dry the corpse. Now it served as the zombie’s favorite mud pile—it loved digging holes and burrowing into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For zombies, loam was the best desiccant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the loam, the angel skull fluttered into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, wait,” Nagelis pulled Lu Se back as the group prepared to depart. “You haven’t told us the good news yet. And why should Ang help you? What’s the exchange?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, right, right—the good news: I found information about the Everflow Stone. I see your lord here has no water source. If you place one of these stones here, you’ll have endless water for irrigation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everflow Stone? You mean that stone that never dries up? The one full of pores, that condenses water just by sitting in air?” Nagelis asked, surprised. “That’s a valuable item.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly, a valuable item. I saw your lord here has to cast spells just to water crops—too much work. So I inquired specifically about this. I found info on the Everflow Stone—about the size of a human head, condenses water quickly, though cleaning its pores is a nuisance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even with the nuisance, it’s still easier than hauling water. And it’s rare. Druids and elves favor it, but elves have Moon Springs, which are better. You get this stone, fine—but one piece of information for a few bags of beets? And you want Ang to blast open the enemy camp? Why don’t you just rob someone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, besides condensing water, the Everflow Stone releases rare substances that greatly benefit plant growth. Such a treasure—just getting word of it is hard. Buy it? I can’t afford it.” Lu Se grinned as he glanced at Ang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since learning Ang had a fixation on cultivation-related matters, he knew Ang would love this news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head, then transferred out a stone: “You mean this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stone was about the size of a human head, porous—but all its pores were clogged with dust and moss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everflow Stone? How do you have this?” Nagelis cried out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the well,” Ang said, transferring out several more stones—each larger than a human head. The largest stood as tall as a person, like a stele.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Need to clean it? If pores are blocked, it’s useless?” Ang cast the pollination spell. Wind elements surged like a high-pressure jet, blasting away moss and dust from the stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he sprayed, some pores opened. Wind rushed through them, howling loudly. The stone quickly moistened, then beads of water formed and dripped down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, it was an Everflow Stone. Hearing Lu Se’s description, Ang had recalled the dry well on his farm—built entirely of such porous stone. Both the wellhead and interior were lined with it, and beside it stood a stone stele taller than a person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he used to fetch water, Ang had noticed water dripping from the stele. But back then, he was just a little skull, never connecting the dots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the undead soul vanished, no one cleaned the stele or well stones. Moss and dust accumulated until, one day, the well dried up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang’s young mind never linked the stones to the well’s failure. He simply quietly sought water, eventually inventing the Rain Spell himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now, listening to Lu Se and Nagelis, did he realize: could the dry well’s porous stones be Everflow Stones? He cleared the pores—and now wind flowed freely through them. Indeed, they were Everflow Stones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se’s head buzzed. This Watcher lord’s farm well was built from expensive Everflow Stones? He was obscenely rich.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deeply aware of his own poverty, Lu Se reluctantly agreed to Nagelis’s two conditions—and finally secured the angel skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group traveled toward Ice City: some on horseback, some flying, some riding dragons, some carried by others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To prevent the Sword Saint from launching a night raid, the Church of Light’s force had camped on the wasteland, using thick oilcloth tents to block direct exposure to the Wind of Oblivion. But the wind seeped everywhere, leaving them suffering: peeling skin, hair loss, necrotic toes, hormonal imbalances—miserable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sent multiple messages requesting withdrawal, but orders came back: hold position. Reinforcements are coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day, as the Wind of Oblivion subsided, those who stepped out of their tents saw enemy figures emerging from all directions—thousands of humans surrounding them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alert! Erect defense towers!” The Church members remained calm, taking their positions. This kind of encirclement wasn’t new—they knew the enemy could never break their camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By dusk, as the Wind of Oblivion returned, the enemy would retreat in disarray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camp had one Everflow Stone. Left out all day, it condensed enough water for everyone’s drinking needs—no fear of thirst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If left out overnight, it condensed even more—enough for everyone to bathe. But the water formed under the Wind of Oblivion’s force had a strange quality: when purified, it turned black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normal water should become clearer after purification. No one dared use this Wind of Oblivion-condensed water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drinking water, chewing dry rations, they held firm, confident they’d hold out until reinforcements arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, their confidence wavered. From the enemy ranks emerged an angel and a skull. The skull continuously cast holy light onto the angel—after twenty or so casts, the angel unfurled its wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beam of white light pierced the earth, striking the camp’s defense towers and palisades, shattering them into fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy Light Flash! It’s Holy Light Flash!” Desperate cries erupted from the camp—what could be more desperate than the angel they worshipped unleashing Holy Light Flash upon them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The teleportation array! It’s lit! Reinforcements have arrived! Reinforcements have arrived!” Just as despair rose, the teleportation array already set up in the camp flared to life, pulling them back from the abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of white light—and a troop appeared within the array. At their head stood a Divine Knight—Leonard—dressed in gleaming silver armor, tall and muscular, hair perfectly combed, a cynical smile on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>",1762,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","be4696aece73cdd29f9dd5042fa0745849c910e0794ac23c02ad9c49cedeca93","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-52","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-50",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]