Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

Two peak eighth-tier alien races were slapped into mincemeat by Song Jinghong.

In a corner of the carriage in the distance, five members of the Dragonscale Clan witnessed the entire scene. Their expressions immediately turned solemn, and none of them dared to look in their direction again, for fear of displeasing the two.

Jiang Chuan noticed a detail.

The blood and flesh of the two alien races splattered onto the carriage floor, seeping in within a few breaths, and the strong stench of blood dissipated completely.

This must be what Song Jinghong mentioned: no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't cause even the slightest damage to the car.

All traces left in the carriage will be erased by some kind of rule.

Jiang Chuan withdrew his gaze, leaned back in his chair, and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

The next few days.

The frequency of train stops has increased significantly.

Sometimes the train would stop two or three times a day, with new people from different ethnic groups boarding each time.

These alien races came in all shapes and sizes. Some were covered in bone armor, some had fleshy wings on their backs, and some were simply a semi-transparent gelatinous mass. But they all had one thing in common: they were all at the peak of the eighth rank.

This is not hard to understand; those who can find the train alive and successfully board it must be at least top-tier experts in their respective groups.

The once empty carriages were gradually filled.

When there are many people.

Conflict naturally ensued.

These alien races are all high-ranking kings in their respective tribes.

They're used to letting their fists do the talking.

Now they're suddenly crammed into a narrow space, and none of them are willing to submit to the other.

Within just a few days.

There were at least four or five conflicts.

In particular, the atmosphere of unease intensified when they discovered there was no food source in the vehicle.

but.

All of this has nothing to do with Jiang Chuan.

His strength was a devastating blow against these alien races who hadn't even reached the threshold of godhood.

After Song Jinghong swiftly dealt with the few troublemakers, no other alien race dared to step into his carriage.

As for what was happening outside the carriage, Jiang Chuan was too lazy to intervene.

Firstly, it's unnecessary.

Furthermore.

In places like this, excessive kindness will only bring trouble.

……

On the fifteenth day after boarding, the train once again went out of control.

This time, the loss of control was more severe than the previous two.

The moment the lights went out, the temperature in the entire carriage plummeted below freezing, and thick black fog surged in from the connecting points of the carriages, engulfing all the passageways in just a few breaths.

Jiang Chuan immediately calmed his breathing.

Not moving at all.

He has already experienced two out-of-control situations and has a pretty good understanding of them.

As long as you don't leave your seat, don't make a sound, and ignore those strange noises.

You should be able to get through this safely without any problems.

however.

Those foreigners who had just boarded the vehicle clearly lacked experience in dealing with a situation out of control.

Faced with this terror that even cultivators at the peak of Body Tempering could not withstand, their instinctive reaction was panic and struggle. Some tried to break the car windows with brute force, some rushed frantically to the car doors to escape, and some even lost their minds and attacked everything around them in the darkness.

Screams rose and fell, the sounds piercing through the layers of black fog and echoing through the deathly silent carriage, sending chills down one's spine.

Jiang Chuan silently counted the time in his mind.

five minutes,

ten minutes,

Half an hour...

Finally, the suffocating, chilling atmosphere began to slowly fade away.

Jiang Chuan opened his eyes and turned to look at Song Jinghong. The latter was unharmed, but his face was a little pale. Having experienced the tragedy of being disemboweled before, he was probably more afraid of this black mist than anyone else.

"Go and check on the situation."

Jiang Chuan said it casually.

Song Jinghong responded and got up to walk towards the other carriages. A moment later, he returned and said, "Master, nearly half of those alien races are dead."

A strange light flashed in Jiang Chuan's eyes.

He nodded.

They didn't say anything.

Just then, a series of heavy footsteps came from the front of the carriage. The footsteps were stumbling and staggering, mixed with heavy breathing and the pattering sound of liquid dripping onto the ground.

Song Jinghong immediately stood up and looked warily in the direction from which the sound came.

A hunched figure staggered in.

It was that old man from the Dragonscale Clan.

He was covered in blood, with deep claw marks all over his body. Even more shocking was the wound on his chest that had almost torn his entire chest open, through which one could vaguely see broken ribs and shattered internal organs.

Every step he took was excruciatingly painful, but he gritted his teeth and walked towards Jiang Chuan step by step, his cloudy old eyes surging with urgency and pleading.

Blue Scale followed behind him.

The once lively and cheerful little girl is now completely different from before.

She lowered her head, her swollen eyes no longer able to shed tears, her expression empty and numb. There was also a hideous bite mark on her right arm, the skin and flesh at the edge of the wound turned outward, oozing dark purple bruises, but she seemed to feel no pain at all, just silently following behind Old Mu.

Jiang Chuan leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over the two of them.

Old Mu stopped five steps away from him and called out in a pleading voice:

"senior."

Jiang Chuan did not respond, but simply looked at him calmly.

Despite his pain, Elder Mu continued, "I dare not ask for your mercy, senior. I have come to understand the rules of survival in this vehicle these past few days. Without strength, death is inevitable. I have lived for so many years and have had enough. I know how much longer this injury can last, but... but Lan Lin is still young. She has just turned sixteen and is the most talented child of our Dragon Scale Clan."

His voice trembled: "Senior, I beg you to have mercy and save her life. I ask for nothing else but that you take her to the immortal realm alive."

After saying that, he removed the bronze box that was taller than him from his back.

The bronze box fell to the ground.

It emitted a dull, loud thud.

Jiang Chuan's gaze fell on the bronze box.

The box has an extremely simple and ancient shape, and its surface is covered with mysterious patterns.

In fact, he noticed the box as soon as the five people got on the bus.

I just don't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

With his keen eye.

It's obvious that this is a high-grade celestial treasure from the upper realm.

Old Mu gently stroked the surface of the bronze box twice with his withered hands, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

"This box is a celestial treasure left to our clan by an immortal from the upper realm many years ago!"

He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse but solemn: "That year, a ruin opened deep in the Great Wilderness. That immortal emerged from the ruin severely injured. It was our ancestor who found him and brought him back to the clan, taking meticulous care of him for seven years. During those seven years, our clan almost exhausted all the spiritual medicines accumulated over generations to pull that immortal back from the brink of death."

"After the immortal recovered from his injuries, he left this box in our clan, saying that it contained a treasure he had obtained from the ruins years ago."

"Although it's not some earth-shattering celestial artifact, it's still a rare spiritual treasure."

"He also said that if any of my clan's descendants can take this box to the Heavenly Chapter Realm, they can find him by using this box. At that time, he will take that descendant into his sect and bestow upon him a destiny of immortality."

Speaking of it.

Old Mu smiled bitterly: "It's a pity that my Dragon Scale Clan has been trapped in the Origin Realm for so many years. Let alone going to the Heavenly Chapter Realm, we can't even break through to the Godhood Realm. I've guarded this box for most of my life, but I've never been able to wait for the person who is qualified to take it on their journey."

After he finished speaking, he bent down with difficulty and pushed the bronze box towards Jiang Chuan: "Senior, this old man is willing to use this celestial treasure to exchange for Lan Lin's chance to live."

"My life is nothing to me, but Lan Lin... she's still so young, she shouldn't die here, please save her!"

After saying this, Old Mu bent his knees and was about to kneel down and kowtow.

But he didn't kneel down yet.

An invisible force then steadily supported his body.

Jiang Chuan withdrew his hand, looked at the box, then at Elder Mu, and said calmly, "I cannot guarantee that she can enter the Heavenly Chapter Realm alive."

Old Mu trembled, and a look of despair instantly washed over his face.

He knew, of course, that with the strength of the senior before him, a celestial treasure might not be much at all.

The being who can easily kill a peak eighth-tier alien race is very likely a true immortal!

but,

What else can he offer to win her over?

Lan Lin stood behind Elder Mu. Suddenly, she raised her head and looked at Jiang Chuan with her eyes, which were already red and swollen from crying. She didn't say anything, just stared at him blankly, her eyes empty yet carrying a kind of indescribable stubbornness, like a little beast that was soaked by the rain but still refused to bow its head.

Jiang Chuan glanced at her, then looked away and returned his gaze to the bronze box.

He raised his hand and grasped, and the heavy bronze box seemed to be lifted up by an invisible hand.

It floated lightly in front of him.

A line of attribute information that only he could see slowly unfolded before his eyes.

【Purple Lightning Suppressing Mountain Box】

[Grade: Superior Spiritual Treasure]

【Characteristic ① - Purple Lightning Suppresses Demons: Passive, the box contains an extremely pure essence of purple lightning, which can be activated on its own to suppress all approaching evil spirits and demons】

【Characteristic ② - Spiritual Essence Nourishment: Passive. The box is a self-contained world that can store spiritual treasures of any grade. It can nourish the stored treasures with its own spiritual power, slowly increasing their grade. Currently nourished: 1/1】

【Characteristic ③ - Subtle Insight: Passive. The ancient runes on the box have an extremely keen sense of danger and can automatically issue warnings before a crisis arrives. The warning time depends on the level of danger】

Jiang Chuan paused slightly.

Top-grade spiritual treasure!

Even after his Starry Sky Treasure Mirror devoured ten low-grade spiritual treasures, it only barely advanced to the level of a mid-grade spiritual treasure.

But this unassuming bronze box in front of us is actually a genuine top-grade spiritual treasure!

and.

This box itself also contains a magical treasure of unknown grade.

Although the grade is unknown, even a fool would know that a magic weapon that can be nurtured by a high-grade spiritual treasure must be of a very high grade!

His eyes flickered slightly, and he changed the subject, saying, "I can't guarantee she'll enter the Heavenly Chapter Realm alive, but I can guarantee her safety along the way, at least that she'll survive on this vehicle."

Old Master Mu's emotions were like a rollercoaster ride. He immediately knelt down in surprise and joy, saying, "Thank you, senior!"