[{"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-85":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},2351566,4600,"Chapter 85: Earn the Same Money Twice","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-85",85,"\u003Cp>Nagelis was only joking—if it dared eat all the saplings, Ang could hang it up and let the Angel Skeleton unleash a Holy Flash upon it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next came the negotiation phase, but the Elf Queen delivered a shocking revelation: “Someone has already sold us a World Tree sapling; he earned the Elves’ friendship. Yours is the second, so…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she left the rest unsaid, Nagelis understood her meaning perfectly—it was simply an attempt to drive down the price. Who had sold the Elves the World Tree sapling? Nagelis felt a bad premonition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who sold us the sapling? I’m sorry, I can’t reveal my friend’s identity,” Galard said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just tell me their race,” Nagelis said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Learning it was a goblin, Nagelis roared inwardly: Goblin! Goblin! Of course it was a goblin! Damned silver coins—he beat me to it! Doesn’t he fear being caught and having his memories searched, exposing us?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, he wouldn’t—he had a soul link with Ang and could request Ang’s protection for his soul anytime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, no wonder goblin merchants are so cunning—they thought of everything. He deserves to have gotten first pick; Nagelis had to admit it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first order was snatched away, so they couldn’t demand a high price anymore. Nagelis probed: “Then how much will you pay for the second World Tree sapling?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Nagelis haggled with the Elf Queen, Ang quietly reached into the Palace of Rest and tilled the fields of his farm, one hand drifting lazily through the air—utterly uncanny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, the Elf Queen, the World Tree, the Elves’ friendship, followers, soul flames—all were trivial. All that mattered was planting trees, growing them, and eating them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His life was no different from when he was in the Palace of Rest: sow, water, fertilize, pollinate, harvest. The Death Speed Aura merely accelerated the entire process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without the aura, “normal” cultivation didn’t seem so bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a bard were to write his biography, it would likely read: Farm, mediate disputes, farm, mediate disputes, fight tiny zombies, farm, mediate disputes, farm… Poor, miserable bard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each seed was planted precisely in its designated spot, perfectly straight and aligned—even on unridged fields, the rows appeared as crisp, unbroken lines, as precise as his harvesting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sowing, Ang moved his hand to the field’s edge and cast the Pollination Spell, stirring up soil from the ground and scattering it over the crops, covering them in a thin layer, then watering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire routine flowed effortlessly, radiating an exquisite, flawless smoothness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This plot was fully planted. The drifting hand glided toward another plot, where crops had already sprouted—tiny green tips piercing the soil, forming neat, beautiful patches of green across the field. Time to water them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it drifted, Ang suddenly stopped, tilting his head. He thought he heard something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s thought, Ang projected his consciousness into the Palace of Rest, manifesting a spectral form within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The farm remained as quiet as ever—the breeze still gentle, unchanged from the past thousand years. But when he listened closely, Ang thought he heard something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strain—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strain—grow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strain—grow—grow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound like something bursting. Ang followed the sensation and saw a tender sprout had just pushed through its first pair of cotyledons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang drifted closer and realized—it was a World Tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, to test the ideal growing conditions, Ang had tossed one sapling into the Palace of Rest. The next day, he found it wilted and stopped caring. Yet after so many days of neglect, it had finally sprouted cotyledons?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were those earlier “sounds” coming from this little sapling?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t sounds at all, but faint information—like the wails of vengeful spirits, unconscious signals. Yet feeling them this clearly was unprecedented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang crouched down, hugging his knees, observing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dry—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was indeed the sapling’s information. Ang sensed it was saying the soil was too dry—his attention to it had made him forget to water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watered it first, then began watering the surrounding crops. No matter how curious, vegetables still had to be grown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strain—grow—strain—grow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After watering, the sapling’s signals grew clearer. It strained for a long time with no visible change—but when Ang turned, the newly watered sprouts had all grown a segment taller, revealing their first pair of true leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head, understanding. The sapling’s “strain” wasn’t for itself—it was urging nearby plants to “strain.” Checking the moisture beneath it, he saw it was wetter than the surrounding soil; the water he’d just poured hadn’t been absorbed. So its “dryness” wasn’t its own—it was the dryness of the other crops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, this tree might need no water, no nutrients—other plants’ growth was its nourishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The World Tree outside behaved the same way, but this one emitted signals, confirming Ang’s suspicion: he couldn’t grow it with ordinary methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strain—grow—strain—grow—strain—grow—no growth…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Ang pondered, the sapling’s signals intensified, jolting him awake. Beyond “grow,” there was now a faint thread of disappointment woven in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where wasn’t it growing? The surrounding plants thrived, bursting with vitality—far healthier than before the sapling arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang searched around and finally realized: the only thing not growing was himself. The sapling’s disappointment seemed directed at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head, then had an idea. He turned his back, removed his right hand, and slowly extended it with his left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grow—grow—grow! The sapling immediately emitted an intense, enthusiastic signal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Idiot! Ang mentally stamped it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found a pot, dug up the sapling, and transplanted it. Since it needed no water or soil, it required a different cultivation method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed the sapling at the center of the plot, set it on the ground, then stepped down beside it, leaving a footprint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crops surged forward in a frenzy of growth—those that had only sprouted cotyledons rapidly developed true leaves, stems, branches, bloomed…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strain—strain—grow—grow—grow—pop—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sapling emitted joyful, vigorous signals; its two small true leaves fluttered in the wind. Then, another “bursting” sound—and the sapling grew taller, pushing out its first pair of true leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grow—grow—grow—it became even more delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dug up the footprint, grabbed his scythe, and sprinted to harvest the mature crops. When he counted, he blinked—this time, the Aura had only consumed 1,500 soul flames?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it because of the sapling? Had it saved soul flames? Ang lifted the pot, studying it curiously. Was it really this effective?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sapling, now with true leaves, strained to twist them toward Ang: Strain—grow—strain—grow—no growth…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Effective, yes—but it was stupid. Dumber than the tiny zombie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sapling needed to spur other plants’ growth to grow itself—it was best suited to follow Ang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled it out of the Palace of Rest, held it in his left hand—it was awkward. Switched to his right hand—still awkward. After thinking, he placed the pot on his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pot’s base had a slight depression that perfectly matched his helmet’s contour—it fit snugly, wouldn’t fall off unless shaken violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thought, the armored wraith extended a strap from his back, securing the pot; now, even violent shaking wouldn't dislodge it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fifty thousand magic crystals for one sapling? Are you joking? This is a World Tree sapling, not a cabbage! Your offer shows no sincerity!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the teleportation array, Nagelis and Galard’s haggling had reached a fever pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But we already have one sapling! Can the second possibly cost more? You don’t want those operating permits, licenses, tax exemptions—you don’t need them. The first person who sold us the sapling loved those documents. He refused money for them.” Galard sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t do business in your Elven realm—why would I need those? You Elves have so many valuable things. Trade them instead: a seed of Elven Beans that fills you up with one bite, a Moonwell, Life Essence, Forest Soul, Druid Heart, a dedicated Elven sprite for pollination and dew collection—all are acceptable.” Nagelis said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Galard fell silent for a long while, then asked gravely: “Who are you? How do you know these things?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis was startled. Didn’t everyone know? He’d asked the World Tree himself—were these secrets of the Elven race?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly corrected himself: “I asked the God of Knowledge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The God of Knowledge?” Galard was stunned. She didn’t know who that was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After asking around, she finally asked: “You mean that dumb bronze dragon? Is it still alive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…” Nagelis exploded. Dumb? You’re dumb! Your whole family is dumb! Is that even human speech?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nearly teleported over to smash her skull—but remembered she was a Dragon Hunter. He thought better of it, muttering under his breath: “I’ll overlook it—you’re still young.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The God of Knowledge is still alive. The omnipotent one told me: the Elven race possesses countless valuable things, fully capable of covering the cost of cultivating World Tree saplings. We only invested so much manpower and resources because we trusted your strength. Otherwise, we’d have already uprooted them. Do you want it? Make a sincere offer—or I’ll destroy it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis seethed: Dare call me dumb? Let’s see who’s dumb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing “destroy it,” Galard panicked. “Let’s talk reasonably! We have plenty! Plenty!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After further negotiation, the Elves exchanged fifty thousand magic crystals, one Elven Bean seed, and two Moonwells for one World Tree sapling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After confirming the exchange, Galard felt cheated—this deal’s value was clearly far higher than the first sapling’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the goblin loved those permits and licenses, they were just pieces of paper—worthless unless actively managed for profit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t. Fifty thousand magic crystals were solid gold, but the Elven Bean seed was the real treasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a high-energy food: the beans grew no larger than a thumb, yet provided a living being with a full day’s nutrition and satiety—one seed sufficed for a full day’s food, a strategic logistical miracle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to Elven Beans, the Elves never worried about logistics—even on campaigns thousands of kilometers away, each soldier carried hundreds of days’ rations, able to return home for resupply without issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then there were the Moonwells. The goblin had taken only fifty liters of moonwater; Nagelis demanded two entire Moonwells producing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn that God of Knowledge—spilling our Elven secrets. When I meet him, I’ll kill him. And change my title—‘Godslayer’ sounds better than ‘Dragon Hunter,’” Galard growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both sides swore oaths and began exchanging items. The sapling was small, easy to handle. The two Moonwells were the bulkiest—this teleportation array could only transmit one at a time, and there was a risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Moonwells were taller than a person. What if what arrived wasn’t a Moonwell—but the Dragon Hunter?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To prevent any mishap, Nagelis recalled Lu Se and the Angel Skeleton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the Angel Skeleton and the Tiny Zombie returned, they rushed to Ang, scampering over and reaching out to poke the pot on his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang swatted their hands away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Angel Skeleton and Tiny Zombie realized it was off-limits, withdrew their hands, but curiosity remained. The Angel Skeleton flapped its wings upward, inspecting the sapling inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sapling was startled by the sudden giant face—its two true leaves twisted toward it, emitting enthusiastic signals: Strain—grow—strain—grow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Angel Skeleton observed for a moment, then glanced at the Tiny Zombie, hopping nearby and glancing at the pot each time. Realizing they were the same type, it lost interest in the sapling and flew off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the Tiny Zombie remained hopping. The sapling twisted its leaves toward it again, emitting confused signals: This thing doesn’t grow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exchange went smoothly—the Elves didn’t launch a surprise attack. After receiving all items, Nagelis teleported the sapling over. Both sides completed the transaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis sighed in relief, turned around—and saw Ang’s new appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who gave you this new look? Why are you wearing a pot on your head?” He flew closer—inside was a sapling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of sapling is this? Wait—it’s alive? I feel like it’s speaking—is it? Is this… a World Tree sapling? Has it awakened consciousness?” Nagelis grew more astonished with each word, finally shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang nodded. The pot and sapling bobbed slightly with his motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis gasped: “My god! I said trees without consciousness weren’t worthy of the name World Tree. Well, this one qualifies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner said than he realized: “With a real World Tree, we can sell the big ones to the Elves. Earn the same money twice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: I planned ten chapters in a row—I overestimated myself. I’ll flip over and remain a lazy fish.\u003C\u002Fp>",2052,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d6b7a670c18a10a401c1cc6fb25492c6ae9fb4835cd5a8fe0a68a2e433ee5177","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-86","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-84",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]