Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1261

Chapter 1261: Chapter 824: Someone Isn't Interested in Gold Coins? Chapter 1261: Chapter 824: Someone Isn't Interested in Gold Coins? “Your companions have all fled, what are you going to do? Want to exchange seeds?”

“Half of your body has petrified, how about I treat you? Want to exchange seeds?”

“Super strong water and fertilizer, won't you give it a try? Want to exchange seeds?”

“Ancient Godlight bath, oh, bathe in it and feel refreshed, bathe a bit longer and prolong life, bathe every day to grow quickly and eliminate all sickness, want to exchange seeds?”

“God Tree Core, roots, living limbs, how about I graft you onto the God Tree? Want to exchange seeds?”

“Your companions have all fled, what are you going to do? Want to exchange seeds?”

Finally, the Petrified Tree Man couldn't stand it any longer, “You're repeating yourself.”

Negris, unconcerned, said, “Out of words, huh? Want to exchange seeds? If not, I'll repeat it all over again.”

“Exchange, exchange, exchange, but I have a condition,” the Petrified Giant couldn't take it anymore and said in despair.

It really couldn't stand it anymore, its head now filled with Negris's incessant nagging, the repetitive 'Want to exchange seeds?'
If this continued, it would go mad, and if it weren't for half of its body being petrified, it would have already torn this damn lizard to pieces.

Forget it, it's just a matter of blooming, just endure it and it will pass.

“You need to reverse the petrification of my body, and I will only exchange rare pollen, none of that common stuff,” the Petrified Tree Man said.

“Reversing your petrification is no problem, but aren't you self-pollinating? Why would you want to exchange?” Negris asked, puzzled.

“Self-pollination leads to degeneration, are you stupid, do you even know how to plant trees?” the Petrified Giant angrily said.

“We certainly know how to plant trees, just never your peculiar type, hard to please, and refusing to bloom. Cross-pollination would taint your bloodline, I need to ask,” Negris queried.

“Crazy, I'm just a tree, not a pet, what are you talking about bloodlines for? Oh, I forgot, you ancient dragon bloodlines are all about that,” the Petrified Tree Man awkwardly said.

Kvada, I'm not a pet!

Negris went back to discuss with Ange, and on returning, said, “We only want your self-pollinated seeds, your seeds are peculiar, but we can also offer you an Ancient God's pollen, definitely not common stuff, then reverse your body petrification, and give you some water and fertilizer to nourish you, how about that?”

The offer was very generous, the Petrified Tree Man agreed without much thought, but still added, “After it's done, I want to be planted under the Ancient Godlight, and you keep saying my seeds are peculiar, how are they peculiar?”

“I don't know about that, we'd need to research, but if he says your seeds are peculiar then they are, because he is the God of Farming,” Negris confidently said.

“God of Farming? Like gods? It's not one of those deceitful gods from the Temple of Doomsday, right? Let's get this straight, I don't want godly pollen,” the Petrified Giant expressed vigilance.

“Alright, alright, so picky, I'll give you the Ancient God's,” Negris said annoyedly.

Deal reached, Ange pulled out the Petrification Crossbow and shot the Petrified Tree Man, then rapidly applied a bunch of Diluted Bug Ash Liquid on its leaves, and sprinkled the soil with well-mixed fertilizer. Little Sapling, waving its True Leaf, gave it a blessing of the Void Tree.

The petrified parts rapidly receded, soon sprouting new buds and blooming new flowers.

Ange, not holding back, plucked the flower buds, opened the petals, and brushed the stamens onto the pistil, inducing the growth of new fruits.

Ange plucked the fruit and threw a packet of Divine Technique pollen to it, then pressed it into the Dimensional Space.

“Uh, you haven't asked them where the Ancient Black Stone is, have you? Never mind, I'll ask later. Why do you insist on having its seed?” Negris asked, puzzled.

It wasn't easy at all; I had talked it to a standstill and in the end, it was settled by the incessant muttering (Truth's Murmur)–exhausting.

Ange held up those fruits, hands crushing them, and the seeds precisely separated from the pulp, floating in Ange's hand, “The seeds are contaminated.”

“Ah? What do you mean? Its seeds are contaminated? Contaminated by what? Can they still be used? It doesn't seem apparent; this stone tree looks clear and handsome, yet it went out and messed around. Look, it got infected, didn't it?” Negris said with regret.

Ange looked at him inexplicably and said, “Consciousness pollution, Ancient Black Stone, it's here.”

“Consciousness pollution? How can consciousness become polluted? Contaminated by Ancient Black Stone?” Negris exclaimed.

Ange nodded.

“What changes will pollution bring? If consciousness is polluted, could it turn into someone else? No wonder that stone tree talks so much, not at all like the Tree People,” Negris muttered.

Ange tilted his head, “Goler?”

“No, it's different, it's not like Talkative Goler, Goler is just naturally talkative, but his style of speaking still fits within the boundaries of Tree People. However, this stone tree speaks sleazily; you can tell it's not serious,” Negris said.

Ange tilted his head blankly, although he couldn't understand the difference between 'sleazy' and 'not serious,' he could be sure that Petrified Tree Man wasn't contaminated. This pollution was on the level of consciousness, useless against those with mature consciousness.

After Ange's hard explanation, Negris suddenly understood and asked softly, “So the seeds of the stone tree are contaminated? What about these Tree People? They are newly born Tree People; are they contaminated too?”

Saying this, Negris gestured around at the nearby Tree People.

Most of the Tree People in the forest had gathered here except the War Tree, Tree Herders, and the stone tree were Void-level, the rest of the Tree People were Plane-level, somewhat like Goler.

They were all born after the Black Stone catastrophe; could they also be contaminated by Black Stone?

Ange shook his head.

“It's not such a big deal, then. If it can't contaminate ordinary Tree People and can only contaminate the seeds of stone trees, what's the use? It wasn't planning to bloom anymore.” Negris commented doubtfully.

It was like saying, “I want to beat up your son. What? You're a eunuch and have no son?”

Ange spread his hands; he didn't even know what changes consciousness contamination could cause. He just noticed from the perspective of the Goddess of Beauty that the seeds of Petrified Tree Man were odd; as for how 'odd' they were, that still needed to be tested.

This bloodline-level 'oddness', whether it appears as beneficial or harmful on the physical level is unclear, just like ordinary people being contaminated into a Dragon's Lackey, physically enhanced manifold, capable of vigorous action seven times a night, yet covered with scales all over the body, is it good or bad?

But whether it's good or bad, Ange could still deliver a Goddess of Beauty Fist to knock out the 'bad.'
The seeds were sown in Dimensional Space and successfully sprouted; now it was time for careful watering and fertilizing. These seeds, contaminated on the consciousness level, better not be accelerated using Instant Death Halo, else who knows what abnormality might occur, such as stunted growth.

As for the Ancient Black Stone, it was beneath this forest, or rather, the entire forest was growing on it, and extracting it was no easy task.

Just as he was thinking of discussing it with Anthony and Silver Coin, unexpectedly, Anthony and Silver Coin came to him first, “Sir, I feel that some people's actions don't match their psychological profiles, and I suspect they're being controlled. I hope you can help me identify them.”

Silver Coin also said, “It's the same here. I used the 'Eyes Open at the Sight of Gold' Divine Skill to test some people I found odd, and discovered they actually aren't interested in gold coins. Can there really be people disinterested in gold coins? I don't believe it; please, Sir, help me identify them.”

Chapter end

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