Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1575 - 1136: Is It a Bit Underdeveloped?

Chapter 1575: Chapter 1136: Is It a Bit Underdeveloped?

"Use hers? Is she a descendant of that Ancient God?" Negris asked.

Ange nodded. "The last one. Weak. Incomplete."

"The last bloodline? And incomplete? How do you even use that? In the end, are you trying to cultivate a blind Sculptor?" Negris muttered, no wonder Ange was hesitant. This was practically as hopeless as resurrecting the Dragon God using only a Dragon Scale.

But there was no choice. Ange had scoured the entire Plane and still couldn’t find a single piece with flesh and blood. Even petrified flesh could be revived with Insect Ash Liquid, but it simply didn’t exist. No matter how skilled he was, creating something from nothing was impossible.

Actually, it wasn’t entirely impossible—provided it was something he recognized. With Chaos Mist, he could recreate it. But something he had never seen before? No way.

Floating over to Ketika Luti, Ange said, "Trade me some meat."

"Pfft..." Negris spat out a mouthful of phantom blood and quickly shouted, "Ange! Ange! Come back! You’re not good at this kind of thing. Anthony, you do it."

But Ketika Luti misunderstood. She quickly pulled out the dried meat Anthony had given her earlier, handed a large chunk to Ange, and even gave Yaya a smaller piece.

Anthony was caught between laughter and tears. How could anyone just casually ask someone else for their meat? Fortunately, it was a misunderstanding, otherwise, she might have thought these people were some kind of crazy perverts, asking for flesh off her body?

Anthony quickly ran over. First, he used food to pacify Yaya. Then, under the guise of offering medical treatment, he healed some of their old wounds. Along the way, he scraped off some scabs and shallow layers of skin. Mission accomplished.

Once he had what he needed, Ange immediately added a drop of Immortal Essence Concentrated Bug Ash Liquid. The scabs instantly transformed into a lump of tissue fluid and blood. Following the same old cultivation process, they soon produced a cocoon.

"A cocoon? Does she have Silkworm Baby bloodline?" Negris exclaimed in shock.

Anthony looked at the cocoon, then turned back to Ketika Luti in the distance. He really couldn’t connect her with Silkworm Baby in any way.

Ange shook his head to indicate no, then casually crushed the cocoon.

Negris jumped in fright, but quickly realized something was off. The cocoon didn’t burst with any kind of fluid. Looking closer, they saw only some remnants inside, with nothing fully formed.

"What’s going on? Where’s the stuff inside? Did it fail?" Negris asked.

Ange nodded and said, "Failed. Could not undergo metamorphosis."

Many insects require metamorphosis to transform from larvae to adults. Without this stage, they cannot reach maturity.

Beyond insects, many Demons can control their forms. Through metamorphosis, they can either grow stronger or lower their energy consumption. Since many Demons live in extremely harsh environments, reducing consumption allows them to survive longer.

With these two types of shape-shifting creatures, if someone calls you a "freak," it’s basically an insult meaning "you damn Demon" or "you lousy bug."

Ketika Luti’s level was too low. Using her flesh and blood to cultivate something required a metamorphosis stage, but it failed outright, with not even a one-percent success rate. Whatever came out was just junk.

This wouldn’t work. They needed another method. Ange thought for a moment, swung his hand, and summoned Kram to ask, "How does a Celestial Descendant Clan member upgrade?"

Kram had previously mentioned that the Celestial Descendant Clan had a peculiar ability—boosting the levels of others. Kram had once seen North Corona help a Dragonkin evolve into a Giant Dragon. The Crystal Dragons under North Corona’s command were created this way.

But when they later asked Xisluo about it, he didn’t possess such an ability.

That made sense, of course. Xisluo wasn’t a true Celestial Descendant. Even within the Celestial Descendant Clan, not everyone could do this.

After all, theoretically, every human can shoot an arrow. But whether one can draw the bow or hit the target is a different story.

Kram said in distress, "I don’t know either."

He had only witnessed it being done, not learned how to do it himself.

Ursman suddenly rushed over, raising his hand eagerly. "Lord, Lord! I might know!"

Finally, he found the opportunity. As a Wise Man, Ursman had been living miserably lately. Ange and the others had been using him purely as muscle—sending him to fight and act as a guard. He was supposed to be a Wise Man, wasn’t he?

This gave him a sense of intellectual suffocation, as though his brain had nowhere to vent. Judging by this trend, Ange and the others might keep him on this path forever—expecting him to only fight without thinking.

To prevent intellectual regression, Ursman abandoned any pretense of calm dignity. Whenever he had a chance, he’d passionately demonstrate his usefulness.

Ange tilted his head.

Negris translated, "You know how to upgrade?"

Having gotten used to this routine of speaking through a "mouthpiece," Ursman said, "I discovered that the White Crystal of the Celestial Descendant Clan is condensed energy. The body is manifested by the White Crystal. If the White Crystal explodes but the body remains, the body can re-condense the White Crystal. This mutually foundational, phase-change cycle is very unique. So, the key to upgrading likely lies within this special mechanism."

Ursman explained at length. Ange tilted his head again.

"This special mechanism allows the White Crystal to strengthen through the body, and the body to strengthen through the White Crystal. So, can we place her consciousness into the White Crystal, enhance the body, and then strengthen her consciousness through her body? If her consciousness becomes powerful enough, won’t that count as an upgrade?" Ursman suggested.

Negris slapped his waist muscles. "Makes sense."

Ursman felt the joy of a new hypothesis being validated by colleagues. "Makes sense, right? But it’s just a theory. We’d need to test it to be sure."

That, Ange understood. Testing? That was his expertise. The question was—who would act as the test subject?

Ange’s gaze finally rested on Yaya. This time, he didn’t engage her directly. Instead, he turned to Anthony.

Anthony hurried over. At the moment, Yaya and Ketika Luti were both eating with grease smeared across their faces. This might’ve been the most they’d ever eaten in their lives. They chewed on their food while wearing looks of utter satisfaction.

"Is it good? Have you had enough to eat?" Anthony asked gently.

"Mm-hmm-hmm! Gulp. So good! I’ve never eaten anything so delicious in my life. Thank you, my lord," Ketika Luti said gratefully.

"Yaya! Yaya!" Yaya cried out in delight. She had eaten far more than Ketika Luti, which said a lot about how much she must have been starving before.

"If it’s good, eat more. Look at how skinny Yaya is. Poor thing. Yaya, do you have a congenital disease or something? You seem a bit underdeveloped," Anthony said with a frown.

Hearing this, Negris and the others nearly choked on their own saliva. How had Anthony associated a two-meter-tall, muscular woman with "underdeveloped"?

The naive Ketika Luti and Yaya were clearly no match for the wily Old God Stick. In just a few words, they enthusiastically signed contracts of servitude.

They succeeded first with Yaya, then transitioned to Ketika Luti. After a few trials, Ange suddenly remarked, "Her consciousness—tougher than hers—dozens of times."

Ketika Luti’s consciousness turned out to be unexpectedly resilient—several dozen times stronger than Yaya’s. Ange could safely begin the enhancements.

When a consciousness that had been amplified dozens of times was returned to the original body, Ketika Luti began trembling violently. Her skin cracked. She shed hair and fingernails.

Prepared for this, Ange treated her on the spot and submerged her into the Holy Essence Liquid. It hadn’t taken long before Ketika Luti’s body began secreting a strange fluid. Upon exposure to air, the fluid formed into threads, eventually wrapping her into a cocoon.