[{"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-90":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},2351571,4600,"Chapter 90","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-90",90,"\u003Cp>“You’ve grown taller?!” Negrilis exclaimed in shock. The previously two-meter-seventy-eight-tall Purple Bones had suddenly shot up another segment, now estimated at nearly three meters—gaining a full fifteen centimeters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When kneeling, you didn’t notice it, but now that they stood, the sense of oppression intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We grew taller? Isn’t it you who shrunk? How could we grow this fast? I’m two hundred years old and still only this tall…” The Purple Bones wore an expression of utter disbelief, refusing to accept Negrilis’s claim—instead, it seemed far more likely that Negrilis and the others had shrunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he finished speaking, a member of the tribe timidly said, \"Chieftain... look at Elder Shaman and the others.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Purple Bones turned her head—and saw that Elder Shaman, who had once been slightly shorter than her, was now half a head shorter. Not just her—all the young Purple Bones had grown half a head taller, while Elder Shaman and six or seven elder tribe members remained unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elder Shaman and the few elder tribe members stared in shock at these younger ones who had grown: “You… how did you grow taller? Why didn’t we… why didn’t we grow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re old. Once you pass puberty, your body stops growing,” Negrilis said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang’s divine skill is the Instant Death Aura—it doesn’t accelerate time, but the entire life process, hastening the approach of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though its effect seems weak, Negrilis had just realized its sinister nature: within minutes, it can induce unbearable hunger; after just a few minutes of combat, the enemy grows weak, trembling, desperate enough to eat dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next time someone dares fight Ang, won’t they need a knife in one hand and a bun in the other?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord, you mean these children can still grow further?” Elder Shaman, finally understanding Negrilis, asked with sudden hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Probably… I think your Tai… uh, Purple Bones clan… yes, maybe you can. Awakening your bloodline talent might allow it.” Negrilis stammered, unsure how to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Purple Bones seemed unaware of their true identity, but they were half-breed Titans. Negrilis could only discern they possessed Golden Titan blood—the Thunder Titan bloodline—but details were unclear. Who knew what other creatures’ blood they mixed with?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they were pure-blood Thunder Titans, that would be terrifying—Titan deities, Lords of Thunder, Gods of Lightning, immortal, immensely powerful, towering beings who held up the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Theoretically, if these Purple Bones could awaken their bloodline power, they might gain partial Thunder Titan abilities—but how could one be certain? Theoretically? Negrilis himself was the God of Knowledge, yet still got mocked daily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s wonderful! You know about bloodline talents—do you know how to make them awaken? Wonderful! We’ve stayed here too long. Our numbers dwindle, our bloodline keeps degenerating. Our ancestors occasionally produced warriors who awakened bloodline talents, but now not a single one remains. Our height keeps decreasing too. Our ancestors were all over three meters tall when they awakened. Look—could the Purple Bones grow taller than three meters?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elder Shaman chattered on to Negrilis, completely forgetting the fact that the younger ones had grown while they hadn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably. I think they’re mainly malnourished. Just eat more.” Negrilis said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titan power comes from bloodline talents. Once awakened, everything else follows. But judging from what just happened, these fellows are underfed. First, feed them properly—then talk about bloodlines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the dragon race has a saying: a dragon that eats grass won’t grow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thing that would feed them was thriving. Ang noticed a problem: seeds buried deep had been forcibly sprouted by him, their roots plunged exceptionally deep, grown exceptionally thick, and yielded far more grain—yield per mu now exceeded a thousand jin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not sure if it was the soil and water here, or because they were buried deep—maybe try deep burial back home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After removing footprints, harvesting with the sickle upside-down, bundling and carrying off the grain, Ang personally demonstrated sowing, then taught them weeding, pest control, bird deterrence, fertilizing, loosening soil, burning fallow land, insulation, and other techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Purple Bones and Elder Shaman listened with dazed, overwhelmed expressions: “Purple Bones God, why don’t you just take us in? Farming is too hard. Let us go fight instead—we’re brave warriors, even Big Black Cat isn’t a match for us. Let us fight! Just give us food.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis’s heart pounded at the Purple Bones’ words. Good heavens—half-breed Titans were still Titans. Didn’t the Purple Bones alone match a low-rank Sword Saint in raw physical strength? Others might not match her, but all had Sword Master-level power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good heavens—feed them a meal, and you gain twenty-odd Sword Masters and Sword Saints? Is this really so cheap? If well-fed, they might undergo secondary growth, awaken bloodline talents, be fitted with proper gear… twenty Sword Saint-level Titans leading the charge… just imagining it sent shivers down his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis was already envisioning a grand scene of Titans surrounding him in glory—when Ang said: “No fighting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Purple Bones and Elder Shaman sighed in disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis quickly pulled Ang aside and urged: “No fighting? Fine—let them pull carts. Some soil is compacted and needs deep plowing. These Titans are perfect for it—strong, cheap. Take them in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay,” Ang said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His swift agreement nearly made Negrilis bite his tongue: “You agree instantly when it’s about farming!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head, puzzled: “No fighting. Take in.” Ang hadn’t said he wouldn’t take them in—he’d only said no fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…” Negrilis’s anger choked in his throat. He decided not to get angry—otherwise, Ang would drive him mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ang has agreed to take you in. But the fighting positions are already filled—you’re not needed yet. If you’re willing, after returning, you’ll pull carts and plow fields. Is that acceptable?” Negrilis asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Purple Bones and Elder Shaman exchanged glances, eyes blazing with joy. Simultaneously, they knelt: “Yes, yes, absolutely! Anything!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titan farmer +20.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good heavens—the lord’s words implied Ang would take them away, out of this plane. Good heavens—if they could leave this place, they’d do anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who haven’t lived here cannot understand how desperately they long to escape this plane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poverty forced them to fight just to survive. Malnutrition, stunted growth, inability to awaken bloodline talents—tribe members dwindled year by year. A vicious cycle. If things continued, they might soon go extinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a cruel, brutal reality: if they could leave, they’d pay any price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they chatted, they reached the foot of Mount Shitou. Climbing the slope a short way led to the cave where the Purple Bones lived. Walking along, Ang suddenly stopped, gazing upward at the mid-slope of the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A large depression marred the surface—as if bitten by some creature. The entire mountain had lost a massive chunk. Time had faded the mark; at first glance, it looked natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ang was certain: it was caused by impact. He sensed traces—frightening traces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There… is something,” Ang said, pointing at the depression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go see. Could it be right there? By the way—where did you find those hand bones?” The last question was directed at the Purple Bones, as he gestured to his own arm bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Purple Bones pointed at the depression: “Right there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group scrambled and flew upward, arriving quickly at the depression. The closer they got, the clearer Ang’s sensing became—it was unmistakably the aura of Rock the Hardbone, identical to that on the hand bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These traces had lingered for a thousand years, still perceptible today—proof of Rock the Hardbone’s former might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bottom of the impact crater was piled with massive shattered rocks. Negrilis asked: “Have you dug here before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. My ancestors dug here. Wings and hand bones were found right here.” The Purple Bones replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are there other things beneath?” Negrilis asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Purple Bones and Elder Shaman exchanged glances and shook their heads: “We don’t know. My ancestors couldn’t clear it all. To remove every rock would require everyone to stop eating and sleeping for a month. But they couldn’t—they needed to hunt and forage to survive. So they dug for a few days, then stopped. Later, our numbers dwindled further—we couldn’t dig at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s a massive undertaking… we’ll need another approach…” Negrilis hadn’t finished speaking when he heard heavy thuds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned—Ang was rapidly transferring grain out, soon piling it into a small mountain. Then he pointed at the crater’s rubble: “Dig for a month.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To dig for a month without food or water—how long with food and water?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With food and water, the Purple Bones threw themselves into excavation with renewed vigor. Full and satisfied, even a single Purple Bones could lift a boulder weighing hundreds of jin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too heavy? Two or three would team up. If five or six couldn’t move it, Ang stepped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang’s strength was immense—especially his Golden Skeleton, famed for boundless power. But even if several half-breed Titans couldn’t lift a boulder, Ang couldn’t either. Yet he possessed a uniquely practical spell—Loosen Soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cast Loosen Soil repeatedly—dozens of times, then hundreds, then thousands—until the boulder shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half-breed Titans only needed to eat, work, sleep when tired, drink when thirsty. The Purple Bones and their people felt unprecedented satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more worrying about the next meal. Just work hard, rest, and not worry about anything—this was simple happiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several days, everyone grew stronger, faces flushed. The Purple Bones even grew another five centimeters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One month later, the Purple Bones moved a large rock and suddenly roared in excitement: “Found it! Found something! White! White!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a white skeleton, sprawled in a star shape, sunken into cracked bedrock. The bones were slender and translucent, glowing like ivory. Tap a finger against them—metallic chime rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such bones were familiar to Ang and Negrilis—angel skeletons looked exactly like this. And this one stood about one and a half meters tall. Had they not watched it being unearthed, Negrilis would have sworn it was an angel skeleton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at its deformed shoulder blades, Negrilis said: “This must be the holy remains of a Six-Winged Archangel. But isn’t it called Six-Winged? Why only one socket on the shoulder blade? Where are the other wings? Where are the other sockets?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could another angel have died here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Negrilis’s direction, the Purple Bones continued clearing until all rubble was gone and the full bedrock was exposed—still no sign of Rock the Hardbone’s skeleton, nor any other angel wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Either another angel died here, or the Six-Winged Archangel’s shoulder blades only have one socket—and the other wings attach to the first pair.” Negrilis deduced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaow!” Ang turned and called out toward the crater’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To know the truth, just bring an angel skeleton over to examine its body—it carries the wings of a Six-Winged Archangel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis sighed: “It’s definitely gone off somewhere again. Ang, letting them roam free like this is dangerous. Didn’t Zi Hai and the others say there’s a giant black cat in the forest? From their description, it’s probably a Nightblade Panther—but it’s way too large, capable of biting straight through Zi Hai’s body. Such a panther isn’t much smaller than a half-breed Titan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis sighed: “It’s definitely wandered off again. Ang, letting them roam free is dangerous. Didn’t the Purple Bones say there’s a black cat in the forest? From their description, it’s likely a Nightblade Panther—but its size is enormous—it can bite through a Purple Bones’ body. Such a panther is no smaller than a half-breed Titan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, a flash of light erupted in the distant forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis’s eyes widened: “Holy Light! No—angel skeleton! Lightning, Lightning, come quickly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was useless—Lightning wasn’t nearby. Wherever the Purple Bones were, Lightning couldn’t be found. The Purple Bones adored this “little horse,” loved to hug, squeeze, and smother it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se needed to unleash his battle aura to subdue it. The Purple Bones didn’t—pure brute strength, one hug, one squeeze, and it couldn’t escape. So now, Lightning fled from the Purple Bones like a mouse from a cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two calls yielded no response, Negrilis felt dread. Sure enough—he felt a weight settle on his back. Ang had climbed on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could he do? Fly. Flapping wings, carrying Ang forward. Annoyed by its slow speed, Ang used Pollination Art to boost it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flying into the forest, they saw trees rustling far ahead. Soon, a horse, a skeleton with drooping bone wings, a zombie, and a Sword Saint stuffing beetroot into his mouth—all dragged a massive black panther toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Purple Bones rushed over, weapons in hand, stunned: “Big Black Cat? You killed Big Black Cat? How?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This black panther had plagued the Purple Bones for years. They always drove it off—but never killed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty half-breed Titans couldn’t do it—yet these four had?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t four working together—it was Lu Se holding off the panther’s attacks while the angel skeleton blasted its belly with one shot. Two of them did it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, the Purple Bones and Lu Se feasted on meat for the first time in ages, grease dripping from their mouths. The remaining bones Ang claimed, placing them in the Palace of Rest—Demon Bone +1.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a month of labor, they found only one holy relic—no wings, no Rock the Hardbone’s skeleton. Disappointed, they turned back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before leaving, Negrilis bribed Lightning, leading it deep into the crater, where the angel’s holy remains had struck the ground, and urinated there with great satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This isn’t Rock’s grave. Why make me pee here?” Lightning didn’t understand Negrilis’s logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis sneered: “He could only die alongside his enemy. I can piss on his enemy’s grave. Who’s stronger?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, you can’t,” Lightning sneered back: “I am stronger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis’s mind once again burned with the urge to cut off this “horse’s” horns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone passed through the teleportation array one by one. As soon as they stepped out, Anna rushed over to greet the sapling, played for a while, then suddenly remembered: “Oh! My lord, the elves have been searching for you—they’ve gone mad.”\u003C\u002Fp>",2324,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b30d7f21e652d531d43c2799f493dc6e72915523074c3f72f2bd8fc88a5eb791","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-91","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-89",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]