Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 869 - 483 Smashing the Bottle with a Slap
Chapter 869: Chapter 483: Smashing the Bottle with a Slap
Chapter 869: Chapter 483: Smashing the Bottle with a Slap
There was only one seed, so setting up a control group was impossible, no chance for alternative trials, just one opportunity.
This was indeed a headache, what if it didn’t sprout?
For other seeds, even for the World Tree, Ange had over a thousand seeds to experiment with, and it didn’t matter even if all failed; the Tree of Life was still alive and wouldn’t go extinct.
That’s why Ange figured out that bizarre germination temperature for the World Tree. What if the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree required the same, extremely high temperatures to germinate?
To increase the chances, Ange moved the Little Sapling out and pointed at the seed, “Watch it.”
The Little Sapling sent out a message of bewilderment.
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Ange buried the seed in the soil, then both hands plunged into the dirt, raising the temperature.
The soil’s temperature slowly rose, at a rate of 0.1 degrees per minute, slowly.
When it reached about 38 degrees, the Little Sapling suddenly pointed at the seed in the soil: Ah—Ah—Ah—
Was there a change? Ange focused his thoughts on the seed, sensing it carefully for a while, and noticed that its activity was increasing.
It seemed that 38 degrees was its active temperature, and a series of crops that germinated around 38 degrees immediately flashed through Ange’s mind.
After that, Ange condensed drops of water, slowly watering the ground, extremely slowly increasing the soil’s moisture.
This increase was very slow; ten minutes had passed, and it had only increased by one percent; this really tested one’s patience. Negris yawned, curled up to one side, and dozed off.
When he opened his eyes, Ange was still squatting in the dirt, emitting red and blue light from his hands.
“How is it going? Did it sprout? Which step are we at now?” Negris asked.
“Light exposure, intensity, one hundred and twenty,” Ange responded.
“What about the moisture?” Negris nodded understandingly; his knowledge of farming had enriched by now, aware that germination needed temperature, moisture, light, etc. He had just checked the temperature, but hadn’t noticed the moisture level.
“Sixty,” Ange responded, referring to relative humidity.
Just then, the Little Sapling again waved its leaves: Ah—Ah—Ah—
Ange scanned his thoughts and found the seed to be more active, seeming like the intensity of the light was also sufficient.
Ange gestured for Negris to take the Little Sapling away, then he took out the Instant Death Halo Stone and activated it.
Three hours passed, six hours, twelve hours…
Three hours represented one growing season, a total of three days and three nights, seventy-two hours, until the seed finally showed a bit of white.
Negris finally sighed and grumbled, “No wonder others couldn’t get it to sprout; not to mention unpollinated seeds, even for pollinated ones, they wouldn’t dare do this. It takes twenty-four growing seasons to germinate; ordinary seeds would have rotted in the ground by then.”
The God of Life shook his head, “You can’t count it like that, the four seasons in a year, the humidity can’t be constant. In a real environment, maybe it would take forty-eight or even a hundred years.”
“A hundred years? No wonder this kind of tree went extinct. Wait a moment, why don’t you know how it germinates?” Negris asked, puzzled.
The God of Life, supposedly the most adept at understanding biological growth, didn’t know how to cultivate seedlings himself, insisting on having Ange do it.
The God of Life said righteously, “I don’t even know how to cultivate my own seeds, how would I know how to cultivate other trees’ seeds?”
“Uh, that makes sense…” Negris was speechless; this old tree didn’t even know how to make its own seeds sprout, let alone someone else’s, indeed making it hard for him.
Maintaining the same temperature, humidity, and light intensity for a full twenty-four growing seasons, if it wasn’t for the Little Sapling confirming these were the seed’s active conditions, Ange wouldn’t have dared to accelerate the process like this. If it hadn’t worked, the seed would definitely have been wasted.
However, apart from the prolonged germination time, the germination conditions of the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree were not much different from those of ordinary tropical plants, and completely different from the extreme high-temperature environment of the World Tree.
Does this mean that if it’s moved to a tropical environment, it could be left unattended?
Another two days passed, and a little green sprout appeared from the soil—the seed had finally emerged.
Ange removed the Instant Death Halo Stone, and the God of Life manipulated the World Tree to encircle the area where the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree was rooted, creating the appropriate temperature and humidity. Under the care of the World Tree, the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree could thrive robustly.
Yet, it was unknown how many years and months it would take to grow to a “heaven-reaching” height.
Even if it did grow, it wouldn’t be of much use; initially, there was an idea of using the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree to directly reach the Starburst Array, but reality proved that such an act was suicidal, and the Sorcerer Alliance would never allow a tree to grow onto the Starburst Array.
Thus, it was ultimately just a tree, and unless it could be like the God of Life, it wouldn’t change anything.
But Ange didn’t care about these things; growing a previously unheard-of crop was his greatest joy, and moreover, after it was grown, he developed a strange connection with this Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree.
He seemed to sense some changes in the sapling, such as whether it was cold or hot, dry or moist.
He mentioned this situation to Negris and the God of Life. The God of Life didn’t know the reason, but Negris guessed a bit, “Could it be because of your Planting God Status, it was cultivated by you, so you would be sensitive to it?”
Ange cocked his head, “That’s all, nothing else.”
“There’s no way for the others, like rice and wheat, they don’t have the ability to express anything,” Negris shrugged.
It was just a guess, but apart from the Planting God Status, Negris couldn’t think of any other reason that would allow Ange to perceive the state of a sapling.
“Let’s drop it, how are things with Anthony? Why hasn’t he returned yet?” Unable to confirm for the moment, Negris had to change the topic.
Five days ago, Anthony had come over, bringing back pollen, which had hastened the germination of this Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree seed, and Anthony’s purpose for coming was to ask Ange for Holy Water.
“Cabrela asked me if I could provide a large quantity of Holy Water, the purer the better, needing several thousand tons,” Anthony said.
“Several thousand tons? What do they want so much Holy Water for? To bathe?” Negris asked, puzzled.
Although Holy Water had the effect of dispelling diseases, fundamentally, it was only clean water with Holy Light Power; drinking it wouldn’t turn anyone into a god, so why need several thousand tons? It can’t be that a disease had broken out on the Starburst Array?
“He didn’t say, but he’s willing to pay a hundred Demon Crystals per ton, with a long-term contract,” Anthony said.
“Is that price appropriate?” Negris asked, dubious, as it had no idea how much Holy Water was worth.
“It’s fair, as holy as it might be, it’s just clean water after all. Purification is a level-one Divine Art, which everyone can perform; it just takes a bit of manpower, but such a quantity, in their eyes, only our Church of Light could provide. However, I think, their purpose is not the Holy Water.”
“I came to ask you, sir, to provide a few types of Holy Water, one with more impurities, one with fewer impurities, and one pure water without any impurities, as samples for them to choose from,” Anthony explained.
Negris immediately understood, “You think what they actually want might not be Holy Water, but just clean water?”
Anthony nodded, “What they want might not be Holy Water, they could even be trying to test us; they want to test us, so we can also test them. With your Freckle Removal Technique removing impurities, making it absolutely pure without a trace of impurity, I wonder if that can arouse their interest?”
Anthony left with various water samples, and then five days passed, the Divine Tree seed had sprouted, and he still hadn’t returned.
Two more days passed before Anthony finally rushed back, dusty and tired, and immediately said, “They indeed want pure water, absolutely pure water without a trace of impurity.”
As he spoke, he took out a bottle of pure water from the Storage Space.
Ange jerked his head sharply and charged forward, slapping the bottle from Anthony’s hand, shattering it, causing the pure water to splash everywhere.
PS: The suspense is killing me; I’m taking the day off.
