Train Survival: Can I get a treasure chest by touching my goddess?

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"Greetings, everyone. It's been a long time." The old man smiled and cupped his hands in greeting.

Jiang Youchu leaned closer and looked him up and down: "Oh, you've leveled up? This outfit must have been expensive."

"Thanks to everyone, thanks to everyone."

The old man stroked his beard, waved his hand, and a phantom screen of light unfolded in front of the five people. "These are the goods for this trip. Please take a look."

Shen Wen glanced at it.

Bronze-level physique potion, 3000 yuan.

Bronze-level mental potion, 3000 yuan.

Compared to the previous Black Iron grade potion which cost 500 yuan, it's now six times more expensive.

"This price..." Jiang Youchu clicked her tongue, "Is this robbery?"

The old man smiled and remained silent.

Shen Wen didn't hesitate and turned to Jiang Youchu: "Bring out those black iron weapons you collected in the arena before."

Jiang Youchu took out twenty-three black iron weapons from her spatial pocket: one, two, three... swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks, neatly arranged on the Eight Immortals table.

The old man passed the bells around in his hands, one by one, and they jingled incessantly.

"Black Iron grade longsword, 320 yuan."

"Black Iron Grade Battle Axe, 290 yuan."

"Black Iron grade longbow, 350 yuan."

"..."

All 23 items were sold, bringing in 6900 yuan.

Without saying a word, Shen Wen bought two bottles of bronze-level physique potion and handed them to Su Qingxuan.

"Sister Qingxuan, this is for you."

Su Qingxuan took it without refusing, unscrewed the cap and drank it down. After two bottles, her physical condition jumped from 61 to 100.

Shen Wen looked at the screen and then glanced at the remaining items on the shelves.

"Is there anything else you want?"

Jiang Youchu leaned closer and swiped her finger across the screen a couple of times: "The little priest is still missing a bronze-level staff, preferably one that enhances holy light."

Su Qingxuan also came over to take a look, her gaze lingering on a few pieces of equipment: "We need armor too. That Holy Shepherd Robe and the Holy Relic Prayer set are both good."

Shen Wen glanced at the price.

Holy Shepherd's Robe, 2300 yuan. Miracle Prayer, 2300 yuan.

Two items would cost 4600.

He stroked his chin, took out Wu Chong's bronze dagger from his spatial backpack, and placed it on the Eight Immortals table.

The old man picked it up and weighed it in his hand; the copper bell rang.

"Bronze-grade short knife, 1900 yuan."

Jiang Youchu's lips twitched: "Isn't this too much of a loss? This is a bronze-level weapon."

That's the market price.

Su Qingxuan wasn't surprised. "Even bronze-grade items are divided into different grades. There are probably only a little over 2000 here, so he definitely needs to make a profit."

Shen Wen then took out a piece of Xuan wood from his spatial backpack and placed it on the table.

The old man's eyes lit up, and the copper bell rang exceptionally clearly.

"Blackwood, 50 yuan per kilogram."

Jiang Youchu was taken aback for a moment: "How much?"

"50 yuan."

Jiang Youchu suddenly turned to look at Shen Wen, her eyes wide like saucers: "Don't we have over a thousand kilograms of Xuan Wood?"

Shen Wen was also stunned for a moment, then opened the storage room panel and glanced at it.

Blackwood: 1200 kg.

He silently did some calculations.

1200 multiplied by 50 equals 60,000.

Jiang Youchu: "Sixty thousand? We weren't that rich?"

Without wasting any words, Shen Wen sold 295 kilograms of Xuan wood, earning 14750 yuan.

Adding what was left over, the balance easily exceeded 10,000.

"Okay then." Shen Wen tapped on the screen, "Buy another bottle of mental potion for Sister Mu, and two bottles of physical potion for Lydia and You Chu."

Su Mu took the medicine, unscrewed the cap, and drank it down. His mental level jumped from 71 to 91.

Lydia held the medicine bottle and drank it in small sips. Her physical condition jumped from 76 to 96, and her face flushed with excitement: "Thank you, Mr. Shen Wen."

Jiang Youchu took the potion and downed it in one gulp. Her constitution jumped from 58 to 78. As for the remaining 22 points, she would make up for them with the [Phoenix Perching on the Wutong Tree] next time she came back.

This saves 3000 yuan, so there's absolutely no need to waste it.

Shen Wen glanced at the shelves again to make sure nothing was missing before looking at the old man.

"If you have any other needs, please let me know. I can take you with me next time you come." The old man paused, then added, "Only for bronze-level players."

Shen Wen raised an eyebrow.

Is this the new function for bronze-level sales clerks?

Can I specify the goods?

He thought for a moment: "Books of Holy Light abilities, as well as ability books and equipment that Celestial Masters can use."

The old man nodded, took out a small notebook from his sleeve, carefully wrote it down with a brush, blew on the ink, and put it back in his sleeve.

"I've got it. I'll definitely bring it next time."

As soon as the words were spoken, a mechanical voice rang out in the minds of the five people simultaneously.

[We are approaching a platform junction. Train conductor, please select the direction of travel.]

Option 1: Monster City

Option Two: Behemoth Battlefield

Option 3: The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons

[Select Time: 35 minutes]

Su Qingxuan closed her eyes and activated her talent, [Predicting Good and Bad Fortune].

Three seconds later, she opened her eyes and said calmly, "Beast City, slightly ominous. Giant Beast Battlefield, slightly ominous. Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts, slightly ominous."

"All of them are small, fierce ones?" Jiang Youchu blinked. "Then just pick one at random."

Shen Wen didn't rush to speak. He swiped his finger across the screen, going over the output information of the three stations again.

Beast City: Bronze Spirit Potion, Beast Crystals, Sequence Tokens.

Behemoth Battlefield: Bronze Physique Potion, Sequence Tokens, Behemoth Flesh and Blood.

A Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, Bronze Spirit Potion, Spirit-type Items and Equipment, and Sequence Tokens.

"Choose the Behemoth Battlefield." Shen Wen looked up.

Jiang Youchu was taken aback: "Why?"

"A killing platform." Shen Wen looked at Su Qingxuan. "Sister Qingxuan needs to kill to collect spirits. And in this place, could we capture some cubs and throw them into the breeding farm?"

Su Qingxuan leaned against the carriage wall and tapped her fingers on the edge of the storage box: "My Celestial Master sequence is indeed designed for the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts and can also capture spirits."

But with the arrival of the spirits, the killing platform became even more efficient.

Shen Wen nodded and continued, "Moreover, the Giant Beast Battlefield... might meet my requirements for sequence advancement."

None of the four women objected.

Shen Wen reached out and tapped the [Giant Beast Battlefield] option.

[Selected: Behemoth Battlefield]

[Note: This is a group platform]

[Stop time: 12 hours. Departure time for all trains depends on the longest stop time of any of the trains listed.]

Shen Wen raised an eyebrow: "A group of people standing on the platform? A twelve-hour stopover?"

Jiang Youchu was also taken aback: "Twelve hours? That long?"

Su Qingxuan glanced at the weather forecast and her tone softened slightly: "Sunny. The environment won't have much impact on combat effectiveness."

"Twelve hours." Shen Wen stroked his chin. "It seems that the stopping time gets longer and longer after leaving the beginner area."

"That means each platform is becoming increasingly difficult."

……

The train gradually slowed down, and the scenery outside the window became clearer.

In the distance, a massive city wall stretched across the wasteland, its gray-white stone walls towering into the clouds. Figures moved atop the wall, holding spears in their hands, their armor reflecting a blinding light in the sunlight.

Shen Wen stood in front of the porthole, his gaze sweeping over the city wall and then looking to both sides.

They weren't the only train.

Within sight, at least seven or eight trains were approaching from different directions; some had already come to a stop, their doors open, and people were getting off.

"That's quite a show of force," Jiang Youchu said, leaning closer, her face pressed against the glass. "At least the Green Forest group was scattered last time, but this time they're all clustered together?"

Su Qingxuan stood beside Shen Wen, her gaze sweeping over the trains, and said calmly, "This shows that the difficulty of this platform is not something that one train can handle."

Shen Wen nodded.

The group will stand for twelve hours, with everyone entering at the same time.

This is not competition, it is cooperation.

"Did you bring everything?" Shen Wen turned around and glanced at the four women.

Su Qingxuan patted the spatial pocket at her waist: "I've brought everything I can."

Su Mu slung the shield behind his back, hung the warhammer at his waist, and checked the buckle of the short sword again, his movements swift and decisive.

Jiang Youchu twirled the staff in her hand, and an icy blue light flashed from the tip of the staff: "Don't worry, I've brought everything I need."

Lydia stood at the very back, holding the three-tailed fox spirit in her arms, her priest's staff slung over her back, and whispered, "I'm ready too!"

Shen Wen looked towards the back of the train.

A silvery-white spider with eight limbs lay at the entrance of its nest, its eight legs tucked together and its eight eyes fixed on the car door.

Behind it, dozens of cave spiders, each half a person's height, were neatly arranged, followed by more than a dozen larger fallen spiders, their carapaces adorned with dark purple patterns.

These spiders are enough to destroy most trains.

"Okay, get off the bus."

The car door opened.

A cold wind blew in, carrying a dry, dusty smell mixed with the stench of some wild animal.

Shen Wen was the first to step down the stairs.

He raised his head and glanced around.

A large number of people had already gathered at the city gate, in twos and threes, divided into more than a dozen small groups, keeping a good distance between each other, all sizing each other up.

Shen Wen's gaze swept across the crowd and then stopped.

A woman dressed in a black robe stood on the left side of the city gate, holding a bone-white staff in her hand. Her long, silver-white hair was tied in a high ponytail, revealing her slender neck.

Behind her stood seven or eight people, all dressed in uniform, with a white pagoda emblem embroidered on their chests.

Huo Mengjiao.

She was talking to the person behind her with her head turned to the side, her expression serious and her brows slightly furrowed.

As if sensing something, she turned her head, her gaze passing over the crowd and landing on Shen Wen's face.

That serious face changed instantly.

His mouth stretched into a wide grin, revealing a row of neat white teeth, and his eyes curved into two crescent moons.

"Boss Shen!"

She waved her hand, her staff drawing a semicircle in the air, almost hitting the person behind her on the head.

Shen Wen's lips twitched, and he raised his hand in response.

Beside her, Su Mu's gaze swept across Huo Mengjiao's face, then landed on Shen Wen's, and she asked expressionlessly, "Who is she?"

Su Qingxuan walked out from behind Shen Wen and stood beside him, her gaze also falling on Huo Mengjiao.

She raised an eyebrow slightly, then quickly returned to normal.

After a few moments of thought, she quickly made up her mind.

Shen Wen had almost no interaction with people from other trains. She handled most of the transactions and replied to private messages.

Shen Wen had chatted with Cao Lin a few times, but they had never met.

That leaves only one possibility.

The female mage at the upgrade platform.

Su Qingxuan's gaze swept over Huo Mengjiao from head to toe.

He's not as pretty as her.

One defeat.

She doesn't have a better figure than me.

Second defeat.

Shen Wen prefers mature women.

Three defeats.

She looked away, a slight smile playing on her lips, but said nothing.

"Huo Mengjiao," Shen Wen said, "is from the White Tower. I've told you about her before."

Su Mu said "Oh" and didn't say anything more, but her gaze remained on Huo Mengjiao.