[{"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-59":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},2351540,4600,"Chapter 59","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-59",59,"\u003Cp>What is the liquid formed by the Wind of Rest? Is it liquefied death Qixi ?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It should be, a condensed substance of dense death Qixi .” Everyone gathered around to observe, studied for a long while, then reached a conclusion; someone asked: “What’s it good for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t discuss what it’s good for yet—first, contain it; it seems to be dissipating.” They scrambled to contain it, but when they tried, they discovered its strangeness: it wasn’t really a liquid, more like mist—move it and it scattered, scatter it and it vanished, like frozen mist, only denser.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After much effort, the roughly two-hundred-milliliter pile of death Qixi  ‘liquid’—only one hundred milliliters was captured in a glass bottle; the rest had dissipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sealing the lid and waiting for it to settle, it had shrunk to only half its volume—meaning only a quarter had been contained; the rest had dissipated. Phelin pounded his chest in anguish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord, could I keep these death Qixi  liquids and the Unfading Spring Stones for research?” Phelin asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was utterly fascinated by this death Qixi  liquid. The Wind of Rest had blown for over a thousand years, and this was his first time seeing it in liquid form. Without doubt, it held countless secrets—perhaps even the origin of the Wind of Rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the Unfading Spring Stones, though highly valuable, Phelin knew Ang had many, so he boldly asked for some; otherwise, once this bottle ran out, he’d have no material left for research.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang didn’t mind. He nodded, then pointed at the twenty corpses of the heavy-armored swordsmen: “Mine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? All of them?” Phelin winced. These heavy-armored swordsmen were all robust, prime material—but what was even more precious was their armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This world lacked iron and craftsmen; no one could afford to forge armor weighing seventy or eighty pounds, let alone over twenty sets. When Phelin and Anna divided the spoils, the focus had been squarely on these armors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d assumed Ang wouldn’t want them—last time, Ang showed zero interest in the two Holy Knights’ gear—but now he wanted all of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though pained, Phelin didn’t hesitate. He immediately ordered the bodies packed and prepared to send them to Ang; after all, his wife had run off with Ang—what were a few corpses?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need.” Ang lifted the corpses, one by one, transferring them into the Palace of Rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enormous carrying capacity made Phelin and Anna’s teeth ache with envy. They had space rings too, but those were good only for gold, silver, treasures, and confidential documents. Twenty corpses weighed nearly two tons—they’d never heard of any space item capable of holding that much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After securing the spoils, Ang and his four companions mounted Lightning and rode toward Wraith City. He’d been away for three days and two nights; he wondered how the crops in the fields were doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t worried about lack of watering—he’d told the Minotaur aunt to water them on schedule. He feared the Minotaur family had eaten all the beet leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in Wraith City, after tending to the crops, Ang climbed to the pit’s rim and transferred out the largest Unfading Spring Stone. After one night’s exposure, he collected five large barrels of death Qixi  liquid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He brought out the heavy-armored swordsmen’s corpses: two soaked in death Qixi  liquid, two buried in Rest Soil, two coated with Sacred Essence Liquid, two treated with Purifying Spell, two carried to the pit’s rim and simply dumped on the ground to be exposed to the Wind of Rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five control groups, to determine which method best preserved the corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining ten, under Negrilis’s “persuasion,” were all turned into zombies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you think your recent battle exposed a serious flaw?” Negrilis asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Death Scythe has too many limitations, its magical attacks are useless, the Angel Skeletons only have one big move, the little zombies can dodge but can’t hold the line. Next time you face heavy-armored swordsmen who aren’t afraid of your Death Scythe—what will you use to block them?!” Negrilis demanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang pointed at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Me? You want me to block? I’m only half a meter tall! Have a little conscience! I’ll die!” Negrilis exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head: “You won’t die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis fell silent. Right—he was a projection; even if his body was shattered, he wouldn’t die. And now he thought about it—he was actually perfect as a shield: scales hard, high magic resistance, not easy to cut through in one strike. A perfect shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So was he born to be a shield?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confused, confused! Negrilis’s tiny claws scratched his head, roaring: “There are ready-made bodies right here! Why not resurrect them to block for you?! Are you an idiot?! You’ve led me astray!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.” Under Negrilis’s furious “persuasion,” Ang turned the corpses into zombies—then discovered a problem: the armor was too heavy; the new zombies couldn’t lift it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was awkward. Negrilis scratched his face sheepishly: “Can’t lift it? Zombies are this weak? Mistake, mistake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The path of heavy-armored zombies was blocked. Negrilis had to think of another solution. After much deliberation, the best option was still himself as the shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, I’m a Bronze Dragon, I’m the God of Knowledge, not a shield! Wait—keep this breastplate, I’ll have Phelin modify it. Keep this round shield too. Oh no, I should’ve never let Lightning be my mount—at least a mount isn’t as dangerous as a shield.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis sighed heavily. Apparently, his scheme to get Lightning as a mount had never been noble—he’d wanted to escape being a mount, only to become a shield. He was furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two days passed. The other five control groups showed changes: the corpses soaked in death Qixi  liquid completed their toughening process in just two days, and two soulsprings sprouted on them, becoming Tough-Skin Zombies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, soaking in death Qixi  liquid produced two Tough-Skin Zombies in two days—thirty times faster than the little zombies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little zombies took months to toughen, even with their speed and constant hunting. If left wandering unconsciously, they might not toughen for one or two years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scraping away the skin and flesh, the zombies’ bones had become extremely dense—far fewer of the normal bone pores remained. If soaked longer, both bone and flesh would strengthen further, just like Ang guiding the cold Qixi  from the Wind of Rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not everyone knew how to guide that cold Qixi . In the temple, one couldn’t—Silver Skeleton had been sweeping the temple for a thousand years. Normally, its soul should have grown strong enough to form a Soul Heart, awaken wisdom, and transform its bones into Golden Skeleton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it hadn’t. As if missing some crucial link, the Silver Skeleton’s evolution had halted, remaining unchanged until today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All things either advance or decay. A thousand years without progress—the Silver Skeleton’s bones were now riddled with porous, brittle holes. Only because it was a Silver Skeleton did it not rot away entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next night, five more barrels of death Qixi  liquid were collected. Ang transferred them into the Palace of Rest, planning to take them to the temple to soak the Silver Skeleton. But the moment he moved them into the Palace, something strange happened—the death Qixi  liquid dissipated at an unprecedented rate; in moments, a third was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head, bewildered. He called Negrilis back. The two stared blankly as the five barrels’ contents steadily dissipated, vanishing completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This place… eats death Qixi  liquid?” Negrilis exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>",1249,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","554c9865a80cf05bcce8d5527496c9f25a34a2956f055545fdb837034061cf24","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-60","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-58",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]