Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 796 - 451: Where to Accumulate Divine Power? _2

Chapter 796: Chapter 451: Where to Accumulate Divine Power? _2

“No, it can’t just be the vitality that triggers the Praise of Life. There must be something else”, said the Old Tree.

“What is the Praise of Life? Is that why you tunneled in from another world?” Negris asked.

The Old Tree nodded and then shook its head: “It’s hard to explain what it is, but it is definitely the ultimate admiration of life. Now we need to find a place to plant it.”

Ange asked hurriedly, “Does it need fertile ground?”

“No, not really. Wherever it goes is all the same”, the Old Tree said.

Since it doesn’t have any soil requirements, just plant it here. The Little Sapling has been yawning at him for a while now.

As soon as the seed fell to the ground, a tender bud sprouted, roots emerged to pierce the soil, and then…

Looking at the seed with only one sprout but no further change, Ange tilted his head, then looked at the Little Sapling, and turned his gaze to the Old Tree.

There was no rush, the Old Tree reverted to its laid-back manner and slowly said, “Rooting.”

Ange scanned it with his thoughts, and sure enough, the roots underground kept extending downward and growing more robust even though the above-ground bud hadn’t grown.

Ange took out water and asked, “Water it?”

The Old Tree shook his head.

Ange took out the Insect Ash Liquid, “Fertilize?”

The Old Tree shook his head.

Ange took out a mix of farmyard manure, wood ash, bird droppings, and the like: “Apply compost?”

The Old Tree replied somewhat impatiently, “No, the Praise of Life will flourish in the most adverse conditions.”

So does it mean we don’t have to do anything at all? Ange looked doubtfully at the Little Sapling, which in turn ‘looked’ at him cluelessly.

Negris then asked, “Since we don’t need to care, can you tell me how you made your way here?”

The Old Tree pointed in the direction it had come from and said, “Over there, the World Tree, my seed.”

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“Your thought transference can reach so far? Can you transfer other things as well? Can you help bring all our belongings over?” Negris asked.

The Old Tree ignored him and turned to leave.

Negris rushed over, hugged it, sprayed Dragon Breath to the side, and threatened, “Since you are here, you’d better leave something behind, or when the Praise of Life is complete, we won’t call you. Oh right, you haven’t said what this Praise of Life is.”

The Old Tree pulled out two seeds from its head, threw them on the ground, and then said, “I don’t know either. I’ve never achieved the Praise of Life. But I know that completing it will elevate the life of the Little Tree to unprecedented heights, higher than mine.”

“Sss—” Even Durken, the breathless Witch, couldn’t help but gasp.

Who is the Old Tree? A super lifeform that has lived for a hundred thousand years. Nobody really knows its power because it lives so freely, but Durken does, even the Majesty does not want to mess with this super being.

The Praise of Life will allow the Little Sapling to reach greater heights than the Old Tree? How big of a tree will that be?

The Little Sapling waved its True Leaves at the two seeds the Old Tree threw to the ground, conveying a strong message, “Grow vigorously— grow vigorously—”

The two seeds quickly rooted, sprouted, and grew robustly. Although they did not have the Instant Death Halo, their growth speed was much faster than those with it, and in the blink of an eye, they grew into two one-meter-tall Tree Herders.

This Little Sapling, which only makes things “grow,” can reach heights beyond what even the venerable God of Life could achieve? Negris finds it hard to believe, and as he turns around, the Old Tree has already walked away.

“It’s always coming and going mysteriously, and it only left two Tree Herders? What a stingy fellow.” Negris complained.

In the following days, Ange was practically listless, not even farming anymore. He spent all day squatting in front of the Praise of Life’s seedling, observing its growth.

The roots of the seedling had burrowed twenty meters into the soil and were still extending deeper, but its branches and leaves weren’t growing, always staying in the bud stage.

“Just like a little sapling to produce such lazy seeds that won’t grow taller,” Negris commented.

While they idly watched over the sprout, Durken and the silver coin were busy with their hands full. Taking over a city involved a lot of intricate work. They had no one else to delegate to, so they had to use the old crew, and ensuring their loyalty was a real challenge.

But this was no problem for the silver coin. The power of money could make even the most reluctant person turn loyal and enthusiastic.

Added to this, Iron Sand City was a resource-rich city. Its main industry was the iron mine. The populace was made up of miners and traders – a simple mix. In just a few days, order in the city was restored to normal.

Then, the silver coin obtained critical data such as population, food supplies, and treasury figures.

“My lord, Iron Sand City doesn’t produce enough food to be self-sufficient. We need to hasten buying food or start farming to address this issue. In the early stages, we might need to rely on some of your Elf Beans,” the silver coin mentioned.

Ange nodded, opened his Divine Realm and took out ten bags of Elf Beans. He had plenty of them right now. Thanks to the energy from the Faith Storm, he had grown a forest’s worth of Elf Beans, which was enough to feed everyone in the Master Plane for a year.

The total population of this world was probably still less than the Master Plane. He could afford to feed everyone. The main limitation was the speed of transfer.

He could now transport one bag of Elf Beans, containing as many as thirty thousand beans, every twenty minutes, enough to sustain ten thousand people for a day.

But Silver Coin wouldn’t let everyone eat to their fill. He crushed the Elf Beans into powder and mixed it with flour and vegetables to make oilseed cakes. This allowed the Elf Beans to be hidden, saved some beans and one bag of beans could now feed ten thousand people for two days.

The city dwellers lined up to get their oilseed cakes, wholeheartedly thankful, and consumed them. The strong sense of satisfaction and gratitude brought about by the feeling of fullness allowed Ange to harvest a surge of Soul Flame.

The power of the God of Farming was just so unreasonable. Anyone who ate Ange’s food, whether they were his believers or not, had to offer him power.

With the absorption of these Soul Flames, the young bud suddenly sprouted new leaves.

“Eh? New leaves? Already?” Negris noticed this development and expressed his surprise.

A Tree Person approached them from a distance, “Yeah, yeah. New leaves. How can this be?”

“Eh? You’re back again? Didn’t you leave?” Negris was startled by the Tree Person’s ability to appear and disappear without warning.

“Leave? Where to? I didn’t leave. I just went in search of new life. There’s a newly tilled terrace on a mountain about fifty kilometers away. Life there is thriving. I went there to bless them,” the Tree Person replied.

Annoyed, Negris responded, “That terrace was tilled by us. Let’s not talk about that. Instead, discuss why it’s sprouting new leaves? What’s the reason for this? Can we speed up its growth? It has only grown one set of leaves in this many days. How long will it take to grow taller than you at this rate?”

According to this growth rate, it might take hundreds of thousands of years to surpass the height of the Tree of Life.

Old Tree was also curious. He studied the young bud, then looked at Ange and Little Sapling. “Did you two form a symbiosis?” He asked.

Regrettably, his Dragon Breath was too small, only burning a couple of Old Tree’s leaves.

“There are Tree People here, too? Hey, Ange where’re you going?” Negris curiously asked as he spat out the bitter fruit. When he turned back around, he saw Ange about to leave.

“To collect divine power,” responded Ange.

“Going to collect divine power? Where will you do this?”