Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1389 - 1389 950 The Ancestral Grandmother

Chapter 1389: Chapter 950: The Ancestral Grandmother Chapter 1389: Chapter 950: The Ancestral Grandmother Ange doesn’t trick people, but unfortunately, there are too many under his command who do. However, when it cos to the ‘queen of recruitnt’, Lisa undoubtedly takes the crown, even outshining Anthony, because she controls the great weapon of ‘beauty’.

Lisa once said, “No creature can resist the temptation of the Goddess of Beauty, regardless of gender or species. It’s just that different species or genders have different understandings of beauty.”

“A male Rainbow Bird sees beauty as colorful feathers, an opera bird finds beauty in lodious song, a woman perceives beauty as smoothness, youth, elasticity, and moisture, but a man perceives beauty as strength, bulkiness, seven tis, not baldness.”

“Beauty is a collective term for anything that can make one’s mood delightful. Thus, the Goddess of Beauty Fist is used to knock away things that make one unhappy, not rely to sharpen a woman’s chin superficially. As long as you pinpoint the ‘beauty’ in soone’s heart, no one can resist the Goddess of Beauty’s temptation, not even the Goddess herself,” Lisa explained.

At that mont, Ange tilted his head in confusion.

Lisa imdiately exemplified, “The Goddess can make your crops grow faster, fuller, and tastier. Isn’t such a crop beautiful?”

Ange nodded vigorously.

See, even the Goddess herself cannot resist the temptation of beauty, let alone other creatures.

Are there creatures that despise beauty and favor ugliness? Absolutely not, since such traits would not survive through generations, being eliminated over the prolonged years, never able to attract a mate.

And those oddities who have big beautiful eyes but prefer to style them squinty are not devoid of aesthetic sense. Rather, they seek ‘beauty’ in others’ approval and will adopt ugliness as beauty to gain that approval if others deliberately consider ugliness the standard of beauty. To such creatures, admiring the strong is beauty.

Therefore, uncovering the ‘beauty’ in soone’s heart requires more skill. However, Yixianni in front of him is a Witch Demon, similar to Lisa. Would her understanding of beauty be similar to Lisa’s?

Thinking of Lisa’s passion for smooth, fair, elastic, moist skin, Ange grabbed Yixianni’s hand and asked, “Do you believe in the Goddess of Beauty?”

Ange’s action was abrupt, and before Yixianni could react to being grasped, noticing the light in Ange’s hand, she instinctively wanted to pull away, but failed to do so initially.

Ange, despite appearing as a plant installation, had his body materials fundantally renewed after petrification and regrowth. Now, he’s a World Tree construct, and his hands are like iron clamps.

Yixianni was startled, “How can a plant construct be so strong? Are all things here monsters?”

Instinctively, she spread her legs, attempting to pull and push him away with force, but just as she started, a powerful notion locked onto her, as if a shadow lood overhead waving a line of sticks above her.

Yixianni stiffened, not daring to move rashly, but soon, she was captivated by her own hand, which under Ange’s light, slowly began to plump, rejuvenate, and turn tenderly green.

Yixianni blinked incredulously, hesitatingly looking at her small arm, stunned montarily, and then tentatively stretched out her other hand to poke it.

Visibly, the skin pressed down a bit, and imdiately bounced back to its original state upon release.

Yixianni tried again to pinch the skin and pull it up but could only lift a little, which snapped back imdiately. Then she moved her arm’s position to pinch again, imdiately pulling up a large piece of dry wrinkled skin, a stark contrast too hard to bear.

Yixianni’s face wrinkled, and she asked tremblingly, “What… what did you do to ? What kind of sorcery is this?”

Holding a ball of light in front of him, Ange said, “Face Purification Technique.”

Yixianni reached out to touch, but hesitated and drew back, asking, “Face Purification Technique? Is it Black Magic or Flesh Magic? Why don’t I feel evil, but instead, a sense of sanctity?”

Black Magic? Flesh Magic? Ange was sowhat confused; he had never heard of these.

Yixianni stretched out a finger into the light, and imdiately, her finger visibly beca vibrant and lively as if inflated, even the longstanding gri that she found unbearable was purified, turning her fingertips tender green.

This transformation was simply too tempting, Yixianni couldn’t help but subrge her entire palm, followed by her forearm, and within seconds, she had a pair of fresh and smooth hands.

Yixianni took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she said: “For such an effect, even if it’s dark magic, so be it.” With that, she embraced the glowing orb.

However, as she reached out, the light vanished instantly.

Yixianni’s eyes widened, she grabbed onto Ange’s hand and inspected it a few tis, then looked up anxiously and exclaid: “Where’s the light? Where’s the Face Purification Technique?”

Ange tilted his head: “Do you believe in the Goddess of Beauty?”

Yixianni nodded anxiously, eagerly saying: “Yes, yes, yes, I believe, I believe in the Goddess of Beauty. Where’s the light?”

Ange shook his head: “You don’t believe, if you did, there would be light.”

Ange was rely demonstrating, he is the Goddess of Beauty, believing in him grants access to his power.

Lisa always perford the Purification by herself, did she really need the Goddess of Beauty to intervene personally? Would that not turn them into a divine patron?

“The Goddess of Beauty? Is there really a Goddess of Beauty? And by believing in her, I can obtain this light?” Yixianni asked, her tone sowhat cald.

Ange nodded.

Yixianni took a deep breath, stepped back, staring at her own vibrant hands, then suddenly burst into a bitter laugh: “Got too excited earlier, now it kind of bothers to look at them, can they change back to the dry and rough look?”

What does that an? Not wanting to believe in the Goddess of Beauty? Resisting the temptation of the Goddess?

Yixianni, laughing bitterly, said: “What’s the aning of becoming more beautiful? I’m trapped in this Goblin body, afraid even to dream too intensely lest I tear it apart.”

“I was once a Giant Dragon. A single flap of my wings would shatter this body’s scapulas, a backward sorsault would roll from the bed to the wall corner, whenever I dreamt of soaring high, I had to force myself to wake up. What’s the use of being more beautiful?”

Ange scratched his head, grabbed Yixianni’s hand again, and asked: “Do you want to transform into a dragon? Believe in the Goddess of Beauty, beco a dragon.”

…

Nagi looked troubled at the long list in front of him, making budgets and complaining: “Great-grandmother, do you still rember what you ca here to do?”

Yixianni, now completely back to her vibrant Goblin appearance, stood with hands on hips next to Nagi, and upon hearing him, said: “Ca here to take you back ho.”

Nagi asked: “And what about now?”

Yixianni stated righteously: “No choice, they gave too much, focus, don’t miss anything. This is related to my major affair of transforming back into a Giant Dragon, if you miss anything, I’ll smack you with your mother’s ram horn.”

Nagi shivered, childhood trauma suddenly resurging, and cried out: “What do you an, your mother’s ram horn, it’s clearly yours, you used that sa horn when you hit my mother.”

“That’s the legacy of our ancestors, if you don’t want to be hit by an ancestral ram horn, then be serious.”

“Great-grandmother, we are really not your biological grandchildren?”

“Of course not, I am a Giant Dragon, how could I give birth to Goblins. But generation after generation, I’ve raised you all, whether biological or not, you listen to , or I’ll hit you.”

“Yes, yes, yes, just don’t disown us, you are our ancestral grandmother.”