[{"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-84":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},2351565,4600,"Chapter 84: Chew It Up and Send It Over","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-84",84,"\u003Cp>The sapling of the World Tree has been planted, exactly forty kilometers south of the World Tree, just outside its canopy so it receives full sunlight yet still benefits from its protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a fertile, deliberately cleared patch of land, a single sapling stood alone on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they first brought it back, Kaelandael was heartbroken: “How could you put it in such a tiny pot? Was that gnome trying to abuse our little sapling!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They quickly transplanted it into soil carefully adjusted for fertility, moisture, and looseness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after a day and two nights, the sapling’s condition showed no improvement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, after transplanting, a plant adapts to its new environment and thrives—but this sapling had been kept in a junk shop box by a silver coin, already drooping, and now, after a day and two nights, it remained just as wilted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a serious problem—it meant the sapling couldn’t adapt to the new environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on? Did we overwater it? Why is the sapling in such poor shape?” Geralde had not left the sapling’s side during this time; even her duties as queen now paled beside the importance of the World Tree sapling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This patch of land had been cleared by Geralde herself—she shed her elegant elven boots, rolled up her trousers, tied back her long hair, donned a straw hat, shouldered a hoe, and personally removed every weed, crushed the large clumps of earth, mixed in humus, watered, and eliminated pests—all by herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She despised the High Priestess Kaelandael for being powerless and too slow at manual labor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet after all her efforts, the sapling still refused to perk up, leaving Geralde and the surrounding elven elders in frantic distress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, the moisture level is perfect, aligned with the God of Life; the root system is undamaged, the soil is rich—this was originally the God of Life’s natural habitat, with identical temperature, humidity, and sunlight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what’s wrong now? Have you asked the God of Life?” Geralde asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I asked,” Kaelandael said, troubled. “But the God of Life hasn’t answered me. It’s responding less and less—whether from illness or exhaustion, I don’t know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do we do now? The Nature God never taught us how to plant a World Tree.” Geralde slumped onto the ground with no grace at all, not a trace of elven queenly dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaelandael sat down beside her: “What’s surprising? You know how elves give birth, but do you know how a child forms inside the womb? These are natural laws. The God of Life himself said it cannot interfere with the most fundamental natural processes—it probably doesn’t even know how to grow a World Tree.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what? Should we call a druid?” Geralde sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaelandael shot her a glance and jolted her awake: “Oh, right—you’re the most powerful druid in the elven race.” Concern made her forget.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should we try magic? Stimulate growth?” Kaelandael whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Druids had many spells for planting, herding, and sprouting—they were masters of nature. But the World Tree sapling was too vital; no one dared use magic on it lightly. If it withered, they would become traitors to the entire elven race.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, magic might not even work—if stimulation spells could work, the seed would have sprouted long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Geralde hesitated, unable to decide. The World Tree sapling was too important—especially now that the old World Tree was dying and only one sapling remained. Any decision involving it had to be made with extreme caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh, if only we had more saplings.” Geralde sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“R-Report, Your Majesty.” An elven guard called from afar; because of the sapling, Geralde had declared the area a forbidden zone, allowing only a circle of elven elders to gather outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A personal attendant ran over to listen, and halfway through, gasped: “What? Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If even her guard was shocked, it must be important—but what could be more important than the World Tree sapling? Geralde called out irritably: “What is it? Report directly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Majesty, someone has sent a message through the new teleportation array built with the Life Tree branch, asking if we want World Tree saplings—guaranteed alive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nonsense!” an elder male elf snapped: “Are World Tree saplings cabbage? Anyone dares claim to have them? This is clearly harassment—shut it off. Why report it? Your Majesty has state affairs to attend to—no time for such nonsense!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around them, people smirked strangely; Kaelandael even winked at Geralde, making Geralde roll her eyes helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unmarried Queen Geralde was coveted not just by humans, but by elves themselves—her suitors could line from the World Tree all the way to Greenleaf City, and this four-hundred-year-old elder was among the most persistent, always eager to show off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elven guard replied: “But the sender teleported us a healthy World Tree branch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What!?” Geralde and Kaelandael both leapt to their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they reached the teleportation array, they heard a smug voice echoing from within:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you the elven sister? I love chatting with elven sisters! Did you know? Getting this chance to talk to you was hard-won. My ancestors were best friends with elves, huh? Who am I? Guess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Geralde’s forehead darkened with veins—what kind of irreverent creature was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just Geralde—Negrilis and Lu Se also wore grimaces. This damn horse had sworn it knew the elves well, so they’d entrusted it with communication, given the well-known bond between unicorns and elves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew this thing wasn’t communicating—it was flirting. When told to leave, it retorted defiantly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m a poor unicorn, abandoned since birth, never once received affection from an elven sister. Let me chat a little—do you think I won’t sneak into your room and steal your dried beets!” Since growing half a horn, Lightning’s boldness had only grown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se, hearing the threat, immediately cowered. Without Lu Se, Negrilis couldn’t handle this damn horse, so he could only curse: “You weren’t abandoned—you deserved it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Geralde took over the communication and asked directly: “You say you have World Tree saplings? Is that true?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning and Negrilis perked up—someone new? The real person?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you? Can you make decisions?” Lightning asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Queen Geraldelia of the elves. Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning’s eyes flickered with fear; he shrank back and slipped off the teleportation array.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened?” Negrilis asked, startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning, whose boldness had grown so much that he feared only Ang and the angel skeleton zombie, and who now threatened the Sword Saint with beet theft after learning Lu Se’s weakness—was he really this scared just by hearing her name? Who was she?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Elven Hunter, the Dragon Hunter, Geraldelia—the new elven queen. A terrifying woman.” Lightning finished, then zipped out of the cave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dragon Hunter? That’s like a human Dragon Slayer? So powerful? Wait—Dragon Hunter? Damn it, you killed my dragons! I’ll chew up every World Tree sapling and teleport it to you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Keep writing\u003C\u002Fp>",1145,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","acc03a5431241440dfd64559c066714b8e747bbcdb27dbc25584725596ef9972","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-85","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-83",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]