[{"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-86":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},2351567,4600,"Chapter 86: Fountainhead Whispers","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-86",86,"\u003Cp>Seeing the crops, the sapling sent them a message: Push—grow—.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing other world trees: Push—grow—.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Anna: Push—grow—.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Anna ran wildly to Ang, her hair disheveled, pushing aside the strands from her forehead: “Look, my lord, look quickly, my lord.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang glanced at her, scratched his own bare scalp, and said confusedly: “Hair?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What hair? Hair roots—they’ve grown back!” Anna tugged at a short stub and exclaimed excitedly: “What did you do to me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she was barely twenty, her brother was unreliable, and the burden of Ice City fell entirely on her; she often suffered insomnia and anxiety, losing her hair, and felt she would soon become bald.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Ang appeared, her hair loss improved greatly; Ice City’s greatest crisis—the food shortage—was eased, additional crops were planted, and the world tree now blocked the Wind of Rest, ensuring next year’s harvest would reach a new peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the hair she had lost before still wouldn’t grow back; her long hair was thin as gauze draped over her scalp, and she feared a strong wind might expose her scalp entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just thinking of this consequence made her anxious; her anxiety caused more hair loss, which made her even more anxious, and so her hair fell out even worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, when she woke up today, she touched her pillow and found no hair fallen; when she washed her face, she felt prickly stubble—my god, had a miracle occurred? Had her hair grown back?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought and thought but couldn’t understand what had happened, yet the miracle must be connected to Lord Ang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord, what did you do to me? Why has my hair grown back? Please, my lord, do it again.” Anna’s eyes shone desperately as she pleaded with Ang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang was bewildered—he hadn’t done anything: “No hair, can’t do.” He meant he had no hair himself, so he couldn’t make hair grow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anna realized that made sense—Lord Ang had no hair himself, so how could he make hair grow? Had she guessed wrong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What should she do? Was this wonderful miracle just an accident? Would her hair keep growing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anna slumped and turned away, but after taking only two steps, she froze, then slowly stepped backward, turning her head slowly toward the top of Ang’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Ang was taller and wore a flowerpot on his head, even tiptoeing didn’t let her see inside—but her intense belief made her float upward, rising above the rim of the pot, looking down from above to see the sapling inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sapling startled, twisted its true leaves, and gestured at her: Push—grow—push—.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anna felt her scalp tingle, and her eyes blazed with astonishing light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luth also burst into excitement, darting over and grabbing Anna: “Anna, have you advanced?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anna’s own strength was not weak—she was at the high-level swordsman tier—but such an unannounced, brief ability to float was only possible for a grand swordsman; could Anna have broken through?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anna didn’t hear what her brother said; she shoved his hand away: “Get out of the way—hair matters more than advancement.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After verification, Anna confirmed the sapling was the true cause of her hair regrowth; her heart surged with joy. She came faithfully morning, noon, and night, bringing water, fertilizer, and prayers and prostrations—more devoted than the most pious believer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, people grew confused by Anna’s strange behavior and began asking her questions; suddenly, it went viral—people rushed over to show the sapling their half-antler, the succubus Lina came to display her two mounds, and someone even tried to strip down to the sapling—until the angelic skeleton spread its wings at him, forcing him to reluctantly stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sapling instantly became everyone’s divine pet; if it weren’t perched on Ang’s head, someone would have carried it home on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony scratched his thinning scalp, frowning at the papers in his hand—each varied in size, some no wider than a finger, others spanning a full page or even several pages; each recorded information that could involve dozens or hundreds of lives, or the rise and fall of small nations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most sensational recent matter was the elves’ anomaly; all reports, big or small, about the elves had landed on Anthony’s desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One figure was particularly crucial: after he entered elven territory, the elves’ unusual movements steadily decreased, and recently they had begun retreating, returning deep into the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since intelligence networks couldn’t penetrate elven lands, let alone use spies, bribes, or threats, no one knew whether this figure was connected to the elves’ retreat, so they dug up everything about him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Silver Coin? Why does that name sound so familiar? Former vice-chairman of the Silver Light Guild, now left the guild to form a secret trading company, specializing in Sacred Essence Liquid? Huh… I remember—Resting Abyss—that goblin. Wasn’t he dead?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony’s black knights had captured Silver Coin, killed him, and extracted his soul and memories—he should have been dead beyond any doubt—so how could he be connected to the elves?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally thought an insignificant figure, now he was suddenly tied to the continent’s hottest topic; Anthony sharply realized it must be connected to the Resting Abyss—otherwise, what business did a goblin merchant have on the spotlight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my, God of Knowledge, what great thing have you pulled off now? Could the world tree sapling be in your…?” As he murmured this, Anthony suddenly drew a sharp breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly recalled a phrase the God of Knowledge had once said: “My knowledge of gardening is brand new—I’m researching how to grow a world tree.” He’d thought it was just idle talk, but the elves’ anomaly was clearly tied to the world tree—could it be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could the God of Knowledge have actually grown a world tree?” Anthony murmured, dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony tore off the number from the corner of the document, pressed it with his ring against the paper—the spot glowed faintly, leaving an imprint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once this stamped document was sent out, someone would handle the follow-up automatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Different actions corresponded to different follow-ups: normal ones were stamped with “Reviewed,” “Follow Up,” or “Archived.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this one—where the original document was not returned, only a stamped number was sent back—meant the highest-priority procedure: destroy all documents with this number, no archives retained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving his office and returning to the secret chamber, Anthony activated the teleportation array to call the one in Demon Valley; since Negrilis was absent, he had to send someone to fetch him—it took a while before the communication was connected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“God of Knowledge, last time I heard you were researching how to grow a world tree—did you succeed? Can you sell me a sapling?” Anthony asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis’s eyes darted, and he blurted: “Nope! Who’s growing a world tree? What nonsense—can you just grow that thing? I was just joking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony gave him a look that said, “I knew you’d say that,” and said calmly: “Do you remember Bonehard Rock?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis’s heart jolted: “Bonehard Rock? Is he still alive?” If he weren’t, why mention him out of nowhere—scared the dragon half to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, he’s dead. But if you sell me a world tree sapling, I’ll tell you where his skeleton is. Didn’t you always boast you wanted to piss on his grave? The chance has come.” Anthony smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Woke up late, no time—hurry, get on board, first chapter up.\u003C\u002Fp>",1221,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","73ccf13ec65b0bea5df6238ddb6612a91829c4e20f9f75a13fe8735c4cd2c5ee","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-87","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-85",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]