Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1227 - Chapter 1227 Chapter 790 Is Your Arm Bone Taken from

Chapter 1227: Chapter 790: Is Your Arm Bone Taken from Somewhere Else? Chapter 1227: Chapter 790: Is Your Arm Bone Taken from Somewhere Else? Chaos Mist continuously streamed in from the outside until it reached the range covered by the light. There, it suddenly accelerated and shot into the light spot with a ‘swoosh’ sound.

“Indeed, the light spot is attracting the Chaos Mist, but strangely, they are blocked from getting closer,” Negris leaned in, peering upwards from below.

Everyone crowded closer. With little space left below, Monarch yanked off the covering cloth. Instantly, the light from the spot illuminated everywhere.

The surrounding mist on the platform began to churn and no longer flowed along the ground, but instead darted towards the location of the light spot. The rushing mist sped up and soon formed several whirlpools, seemingly about to transform into a tornado.

Ange quickly pulled out another black cloth and covered the light spot again.

Without the light spot, the mists calmed down and ceased their turbulent flow.

Ange adjusted the black cloth to allow a bit of light to peek out from the bottom, and thus the mist flowed across the ground just like it had at the beginning.

Removing the black cloth set the mist into motion; covering it brought calm; a slight exposure caused it to flow.

After repeating this a few times, Ange recognized a pattern: “Attracted to light, direct exposure, acceleration, dispersion, flow, no light, stillness.”

Having concluded, Ange then raised a hand, and the palm lit up with a holy light, forming a long beam that poured into the mist outside.

However, the Chaos Mist showed no reaction to this Holy Light and instead dispersed the straight beam, quickly spreading out as a vast white expanse.

Negris, finally understanding, expressed his doubt: “It’s not an insect, so why does it exhibit phototaxis? Moreover, it only reacts to the light spot. It’s not phototaxis but an attraction to this type of pure water light.”

This light was produced by two Pure Water Elves pressing out pure water and sealing it in a Frozen Space.

“Where did you get this light spot? Is it the Ancient Godlight?” Monarch asked in shock.

He had never seen anything that could attract Chaos Mist. If there was one, it would have to be the Ancient Godlight, which he had never seen before.

“I don’t know; this is the first time we’ve noticed this phenomenon. We produced this light spot using Pure Water Elves,” Negris said.

“How do you have so many amazing things? Even if it can’t attract Chaos Mist, it’s an excellent light source. Oh, with it, I could really start growing things and wouldn’t have to keep manifesting these plants,” Monarch said enviously.

“Ah, so you manifest these plants here because it’s impossible to grow real things?” Negris asked in surprise.

“Of course. Without light, how can anything grow? I don’t want to supplement light every day; it’s insanely bothersome,” Monarch explained.

“But…” Negris hesitated, “have you never seen luminescent crops? Haven’t you tried planting them alongside non-luminescent ones to provide light?”

Monarch, arms folded, pondered for a moment before hesitantly asking, “Is that actually possible?”

“Don’t you know? Ange does. Isn’t all his farming knowledge learned from you?” Negris wondered.

“I’m just a bored Old Undead who likes planting stuff for fun. My farming knowledge came from a retired gardener’s memories. He didn’t have such techniques,” Monarch lamented.

“Pfft–A retired gardener? Why didn’t you search a Druid’s memories?” Negris was exasperated.

Ange’s solid foundation had made him think the Old Immortal had imparted plenty of knowledge. Turns out this Old Immortal was just a hobby-level gardener?

“Because the gardener’s knowledge was sufficient for me. I don’t have to grow anything in pitch darkness; I have a farm. But do Druids know this technique?” Monarch asked.

“Uh… it seems they don’t,” Negris admitted, mentioning Druids like Dobinki who knew red and blue light supplementation but certainly not the Cold Light Cultivation Technique.

If, in the beginning, Luminous Moss supplementation was just an impromptu clever idea by Ange, today the Cold Light Cultivation Technique had become a complete field of study.

The light emitted by crops like Luminous Moss is considered ‘cold light,’ which is low energy light with no heat. Alone, it couldn’t meet all the needs of the crops, especially the critical photosynthesis.

So initially, Luminous Moss was only used to supplement light, and an Illumination Magic Array was still necessary to provide sufficient light.

But with advancements in technology, Ange now used methods like the Pad Fermentation Method and magical plant hybridization. He utilized fermentation heat from the padding and red and blue light from hybridized Luminous Moss alongside specially cultivated new crop variants to drastically reduce the duration of hot light exposure.

However, to cultivate sustenance-giving crops without hot light sources remained impossible unless Ange used the Goddess of Beauty Fist to forcibly change these plant’s growing rules.

Yet, Ange merely enjoyed planting, not altering species. He rarely used the Goddess of Beauty Fist on crops, as it would strip away the joy of cultivation.

“Huh, that specialized? Are there many such light spots?” Monarch asked.

“Do you want it? You can ask Ange yourself,” Negris said proudly, both looking towards Ange.

Ange hadn’t removed the black cloth but had placed a basin directly underneath it. The Chaos Mist gathering but cut off by the Frozen Space now condensed into droplets, falling into the basin.

“Huh? It turned into a liquid?” Negris exclaimed in surprise.

Resting Wind could liquefy and immerse Undead to repair their damaged bodies and even souls. Durken had recovered so quickly thanks to the Liquid of Breath of Death.

Unexpectedly, Chaos Mist could also liquefy. Given the potent effect of the Liquid of Breath of Death, the properties of this Liquid of Chaos must be incredibly powerful.

Ange scratched his head, thought for a moment, and decided to just haul Durken out.

“Oh, Monarch! I’ve missed you to death,” Durken exclaimed excitedly upon seeing the monarch.

The monarch looked surprised and said, “Oh, Durken? You’ve turned bad, why have you become so slick? You are already dead, so ‘missed you to death’ means you didn’t miss me at all.”

Durken awkwardly rubbed his nose, feeling embarrassed as if he was caught red-handed, and chuckled, “Ha ha, Your Majesty, long time no see, how have you been keeping?”

The monarch sized up Durken, then turned to look at Negris and pondered, “I feel like something has corrupted all of you, even daring to tease me? Who is it? Tell me, I’ll go and chop him up.”

“Yes, yes, Old Immortal, go and chop him up, I support you; that horse’s mouth is too foul, you definitely need to chop it up, from head to toe,” Negris excitedly showed his support.

Within the Dimensional Space, Lord Lightning was teasing a puppet, “Miss Puppet, what wood are your hands made of? The grain is so pretty; may I take a bite?”

“Ah? It’s rosewood, but… it doesn’t taste good, please don’t eat me,” the puppet said nervously.

“Wow, rosewood? I just love eating rosewood, my teeth are great; I’ve even eaten saplings of the World Tree before, rest assured, I can bite it.

The puppet was on the verge of tears, “But… but, I only have two arms, if you eat them, I’ll be left with none…”

“Uh, shouldn’t you be scolding me at this time?” Lightning asked, puzzled; it just wanted to tease the newcomer, but the reaction was so odd.

The puppet hesitated for a moment, “Scold… scold you?”

“Yes, I’m trying to eat your arms, you should scold me, not worry about whether it’s tasty or whether it’ll be gone; your reaction is so strange,” Lightning said matter-of-factly.

The puppet twisted her fingers timidly and said, “I… I don’t know how… I’m scared.”

Lightning’s eyes lit up, “Want to learn? I’ll teach you; let’s start with the simple things. Watch my mouth: fool (censored)–p–, just curse at me like that. Curse, will you or won’t you? If you don’t, it means you look down on me,”

The puppet gathered her courage and whispered, “Fool (censored)–”

“You’re the fool, you big fool–*–”

The puppet was stunned by the insult.

Lightning urged, “Hurry and scold, copy me, hurry, if you don’t, it means you look down on me. Do you look down on Lord Lightning? You believe I won’t shock you?”

Having a people-pleasing personality, it was hard for the puppet to refuse, and urged by Lightning, she forcefully said, “You’re the fool, you big fool–*–”

“Louder, #@…Y=*Y=&#…Y=%*#@”

“Louder, #@…Y=*Y=&#…Y=%*#@,” the puppet said softly.

“Being louder means you should be louder! This sentence you don’t need to learn. It’s getting harder now: Didn’t you eat yesterday? Your speech is like a leaking bladder, weak at the knees, pitter-patter*&…Y=#%@&Y=…#&” Lightning rattled off.

The puppet was completely dumbfounded. You call this raising the difficulty? I’ve just learned the basics, how dare you make it this hard? I can’t even hear you clearly and you want me to learn?

“Scold, scold me, if you don’t, it means you look down on me, and I’ll shock you,” Lightning urged.

The puppet froze, forgetting all the words and only instinctively remembering the simplest one: “You m…”

“You’re the horse! Your whole family are horses! Look closely, unicorn, don’t you recognize? Are you blind?” Lightning flipped its hooves, knocking on its own head with a thud.

The finely attuned puppet immediately realized that Lightning was truly angry, widened her eyes in disbelief: Did I break its defenses with my curse?

Something in the puppet’s heart cracked and swiftly took root and sprouted, “You m…”

“You’re the horse, your whole family are horses, I will sh…”

Before finishing, Lightning felt a chill on its back, as if something had set its sight on it, just as the monarch said, “I’ll go chop it up.”

With its legs giving way, Lightning didn’t utter a peep but sneaked away quietly. Although it didn’t know who was staring at it, it knew it was an entity it couldn’t provoke.

Watching Lightning sneak away, the puppet thought she had scared off the opponent and felt a strange sense of relief in her heart, muttering to herself: You m…

From then on, before speaking, the puppet would always mutter ‘You m…’ in her mind. Her characteristic shyness and timidity of her people-pleasing personality miraculously disappeared.

Always starting in her mind with ‘You m…’, she would then say, “Thanks for the help, come over when you’re free, see you next time.” Utterly composed.

This left Anthony, who had been looking for a chance to cleanse her, baffled, “How did she suddenly change? Who did this? Master-level psychological treatment.”

Meanwhile, after studying the Liquid of Chaos for a while, Durken suddenly said, “Your Majesty, why don’t you dip your black crystal fingers into it and see?”

The monarch leaned in and asked, “Right, Ange, I’ve been meaning to ask, why have only your hands turned to black crystal? From purple gold to black crystal without any transition, it looks like your arms are pieced together from somewhere else?”

At that moment, Negris, Anthony, and Durken all stiffened, standing frozen.