[{"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-988":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},2352469,4600,"Chapter 988: This Is Trying to Polish It","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-988",988,"\u003Cp>Anthony never thought he’d be trapped here; his Lord is omnipotent—that was his most devout belief in Ang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Ang couldn’t carry his body out of here, he could still protect his soul’s safe departure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because when the Mouth of God (struck through) Negril the Great spoke, Ang gave no reaction—and no reaction meant agreement—so Ang must have a way to get him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even if we grant the worst-case scenario, even if his soul and body were both destroyed, he’d only lose a projection, so Anthony had ample confidence and prepared to test escape methods one by one, from easiest to hardest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The simplest was the teleportation array—failed; next, following Negril’s calculated sequence, step by step—succeeded, only to discover guards were still here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the moment Samus threw the Soulblade, Anthony knew he couldn’t proceed from easy to hard—he immediately skipped the simple methods and cried inwardly: “My Lord, save me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang’s voice echoed in his consciousness: “Teleportation scroll.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony immediately tore open the teleportation scroll—even though using it here might shred him into seventeen or eighteen pieces, his trust in Ang made him act without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Soulblade shot toward him instantly, yet froze an instant later before Anthony’s face, crawling forward at an excruciatingly slow pace—spatial stasis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a weakened version of spatial stasis; it couldn’t freeze space, but it could stabilize fractured space. Wasn’t the problem that space was unstable and teleportation impossible? Now space was stable—could they teleport now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of blinding light—and Anthony and the Soulblade vanished together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other end, spatial lag vanished—the Soulblade jolted violently, straining to thrust forward—but the moment it moved, a massive hand covered in dragon scales gripped the hilt firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spatial lag was still extremely difficult, especially when projecting power remotely; Ang needed to transform into the Dragon God to accomplish it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, you ran off—and you even grabbed their sword,” Negril couldn’t help saying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Almost got sliced open—I had to get something back. This is a Soulblade; the soul within is strong,” Anthony said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Clang*—as he mentioned the soul’s strength, the Soulblade shuddered violently, its blade vibrating with a metallic ring, as if trying to break free from Ang’s grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, a powerful will surged from the blade, slamming into Ang’s soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after the mental assault, the blade’s consciousness emitted a wave of confusion—because Ang showed zero reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the blade slipped free or the soul retaliated was normal—but no reaction at all was deeply abnormal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dead? Give me some reaction, will you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, the Soulblade’s consciousness was incredibly strong—no less than a Soul of Mourning—but it had chosen the one target utterly impossible to move: Ang showed no reaction whatsoever, simply stepped on it and yanked hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade’s body pressed flat against the ground, and as it was pulled, it scraped out a rasping, grating sound—deeply chilling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After pulling halfway along the blade’s length, Ang shoved forward hard—between the pull and the push, the Soulblade’s consciousness could no longer endure and shrieked: “Dull! Dull! Stop grinding! What are you doing?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? You can talk?” Negril, still wondering what Ang was doing, hadn’t even asked—when the answer appeared: this soul could speak? All that clanging before—what was it pretending?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I can talk! I am the Spirit of the Unbreakable Demon Sword—how could I not speak? My intellect surpasses yours, you stupid dragon!” the Soulblade raged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril sneered: “Unbreakable? You couldn’t cut through the Dawn Goddess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… that was the Crystal Wall! Not being able to cut it is normal! You stupid dragon, stand still and let me slash you once—see if I can cut through!” the Soulblade roared in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril chuckled and pointed a tiny claw at Anthony: “You can’t cut the Dawn Goddess—and you can’t cut him either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I… I…” The Soulblade stammered several times, unable to produce a single coherent reply. There weren’t many things it couldn’t cut: one was the Dawn Wall, the other was spatial techniques. To encounter both at once? The Goddess of Bad Luck must’ve moved in with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing it speechless, Negril pressed further: “Can you calculate the transformation sequences of the Infinite Cage? I can. You’re dumber than me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…” The words he’d just shouted were now flung back at his head—it was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril continued: “You’re afraid of going dull? Sword edges hate sand. I’ll go get a sack of it and stick you in it over and over—ten thousand times…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaah! You damn yellow dragon, I’ll cut you to pieces!!” The Soulblade screamed in frenzy, its entire blade trembling, the tip tearing through air, then space, carving jagged spatial fissures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head, reached behind him, pulled out a lump of black crystal, and tossed it onto the blade’s tip—*Clang!* The black crystal shattered into seven or eight pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ssshh—” Anthony and Negril both sucked in a sharp breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it couldn’t cut the Dawn Goddess and had been caught by Ang when trying to strike Anthony, no one had grasped the blade’s true power—they’d just thought it was a temperamental sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the shattering of the black crystal instantly revealed the Soulblade’s true might: though it contained no chaotic energy, this was black crystal—and it had been shredded?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was stunned by the blade’s power—except Ang, who happily tossed more black crystals onto its tip, one after another, soon piling a ground litter of finger-sized black crystal fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black crystal is extremely hard to process; aside from crystal plating, Ang had no other way to alter its size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most black crystals are fist-sized—not very practical. Converting them into chaotic black crystals requires pouring in too much chaotic energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, crushed into finger-sized pieces, their uses multiplied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After grinding out a dozen or so, the Soulblade stopped. A powerful resentment radiated from it: “I am not a tool…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Soulblade’s consciousness was utterly broken; though resentment still pulsed, it was weak, drained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tip no longer trembled, no spatial fissures formed—without them, black crystal couldn’t be ground. When Ang tossed more crystals onto its tip, they simply bounced off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang shook the hilt hard—the blade swayed, but nothing happened. The Soulblade had made up its mind: even if they stuck it in sand, it wouldn’t move again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang thought for a moment, pulled out a large barrel of black crystal, then began shaking the blade furiously—so fast that dragon scales flared across his body again—time acceleration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang’s time acceleration affected only himself, causing his shaking speed to multiply several times over—truly matching the Soulblade’s own vibration frequency. Space once again split into jagged fissures from the blade’s tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intense terror flooded the Soulblade’s consciousness: “Y-you… you don’t mean… to stick me into that barrel of black crystal?! Talk reasonably! I’ll cooperate! One piece at a time, okay? I’ll do anything—surrender! I surrender!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shoving a rapidly vibrating metal object into a barrel of hard crystals—wasn’t that exactly like tossing it into a vibratory polishing tub? This wasn’t about dulling it—this was about polishing it.\u003C\u002Fp>",1168,"2026-06-21T03:18:46.613Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e863279f0e001f1d2231281e9be87637bf4e5c8968defc2d0c4b6224824a783b","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-989","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-987",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]