489: Chapter 489 My last trump card failed? What am I going to use to appease my wives?!

Su Chen held the pen.

The tip of the pen hovered above the parchment page; its yellowed, coarse texture was his only psychological comfort at this moment.

There was too much he wanted to say.

There was too much he wanted to complain about.

In the less than two hours since his Ascension to the Immortal Realm, the number of times his worldview had been shattered was more than the meals he had eaten in his previous life.

The pen tip finally touched down.

This time, he wrote with almost all his strength. As the pen tip moved across the beast hide, it made a teeth-gritting "shasha" sound, as if he weren't writing words but carving a monument.

[Year X, Month X, Day X. Weather: Sunny. Mood: Extremely terrible.]

[If I had to describe it, it's like riding a roller coaster to the highest point, only to find out you're not wearing a seatbelt and the car is falling apart.]

[Today is my first day after Ascension to the Immortal Realm.]

[To summarize in one sentence: I, the dignified Divine Son of the Su Family and a direct blood descendant of the Nine Heavens Immortal Court, almost had to lead my subordinates to gnaw on the leg of a Great Emperor Realm Waiter because we couldn't afford a meal.]

[That fat bastard Qian Duoduo's Spirit Stones have all become worthless junk.]

[Now I can only rely on the little travel money the Eighteenth Ancestor gave me to survive; I even have to rely on writing in my diary to earn money for food.]

[And then there's the cultivation.]

[In the Immortal Passing Pool, I absorbed ten times more Immortal Qi than all my subordinates combined. And the result? They all ascended on the spot. Hua Nongying jumped straight to Great Emperor Second Heaven, and even that fat bastard Qian Duoduo managed to become a Quasi-Emperor.]

[As for me.]

[Great Saint First Heaven.]

[Steady as an old dog, not moving an inch.]

The pen tip paused heavily here, leaving a deep black ink blot on the paper.

Not enough.

This bit of emotion wasn't even enough to fill the gaps between the System's teeth.

He had to compress, refine, and pour all of today's shocks, grievances, and bizarre sights into this diary entry!

He would squeeze out every single drop of emotional value from today's experiences!

The pen stroke turned again.

[This crappy Immortal Realm.]

[The second we landed, the whole team was pressed down by the plane's Law so hard we couldn't lift our heads. I suspect the gravity here could press a Saint King directly into a meat patty.]

[The second thing after landing: that fat bastard Qian Duoduo, just because his butt was in the way of a street-sweeping auntie, was swiped aside by her with a nearly bald, broken broom—]

[He flew straight for thirty zhang.]

[Yes, thirty zhang.]

[That auntie didn't even lift an eyelid from start to finish.]

[And that street-sweeping auntie was in the Great Emperor Realm.]

Writing this, Su Chen applied force with his wrist, drawing an underline beneath the words "Great Emperor Realm" that nearly tore the paper.

[At that moment, I felt things were starting to become surreal. Then, my hand slipped, and I used my Divine Thought to scan a crusty old man selling candied haws on the street corner.]

[The result?]

[The result was that the guy was at least at the Earth Immortal Peak.]

[An Earth Immortal Peak, selling candied haws on a street corner!]

[The Sword Intent contained within the toothpick he used to pick his teeth almost shredded my Divine Soul on the spot!]

[So, my current situation is like this—]

[I, Su Chen, the Divine Son of the Changsheng Su Family, bribed a Great Emperor Realm Golden Toad to guard the door and led a group of newly promoted Quasi-Emperors and Great Emperors to ascend to the Immortal Realm in high spirits.]

[Then I discovered that the profession of a Great Emperor here is sweeping streets, and the side job of an Earth Immortal-level big shot is selling candied haws.]

[Even the Waiter serving plates in the restaurant is a genuine Great Emperor.]

[And we, this group of so-called 'favored children of heaven,' are just a bunch of beggars who can't even afford a meal in his eyes.]

The pen tip hovered.

Su Chen stared at the lines of words soaked in frustration on the paper, feeling that one last spark was still missing.

That most critical spark that could make the System judge it as an "emotional critical hit."

He closed his eyes.

In an instant, all the outside clamor vanished.

That cold and ethereal face surfaced in his mind, as clear as if it were right before his eyes.

Her black hair was like a waterfall, her white clothes surpassed the snow, and the light in her eyes was like ice that wouldn't melt for ten thousand years.

The pen tip fell again; the force was much lighter, yet the handwriting was more stable than ever before.

[Finally, a serious matter.]

[I don't know where Qingzhu is now. The Immortal Realm is so big, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack; where am I supposed to find her?]

[I only know one thing now.]

[I must immediately become stronger at any cost.]

[And then there are Liu Ruyan and Ye Linghan.]

[They were taken away by the Netherworld's rules, their lives and deaths unknown.]

[And what about me?]

[I'm trapped in a hellhole called Peng City, unable to even beat a street-sweeping auntie.]

[System, the emotional value of this diary entry should be enough, right?]

[For the sake of how miserable I am, can you give me something to eat?]

[Behind me, there's a whole family of hungry mouths waiting for me to feed them!]

[Really!]

He wrote the last two words with exceptional force, and the beast hide under the pen tip finally succumbed to the burden, a tiny tear appearing.

Su Chen put down the pen and closed the diary.

He leaned against the back of the chair, his body seemingly relaxed, but every inch of muscle was tense, waiting for that familiar heavenly sound in his mind.

However.

One second.

Dead silence.

Two seconds.

Dead silence.

His mind was empty, as silent as a desert drained of all life.

There wasn't even a hollow "ding."

For the first time, a crack appeared in the composure on Su Chen's face.

[...A delay?]

He waited another ten seconds.

Nothing.

The System panel was like a black-and-white TV with its power pulled, showing no reaction.

Su Chen's face gradually darkened.

[No way...]

[Don't joke with me like this...]

[Could it be that this diary, just like those Top-Grade Spirit Stones, has turned into fucking junk now that I'm in the Immortal Realm?!]

This thought was like a bolt of Nine Heavens Profound Thunder, exploding in his mind with a bang!

A bone-chilling sense of horror shot straight from his tailbone to the crown of his head!

The diary was his final trump card, his only source of income!

If this path was cut off—

He subconsciously checked the pitiful pile of Immortal Stones inside his Storage Ring.

Less than a million.

At the squandering rate of that meal just now, this little money wouldn't even last a month!

What about after a month?

Lead Wang Baobao to gnaw on a Waiter? Or lead a group of Quasi-Emperors and Great Emperors to perform "shattering large stones on the chest" on the streets?!

Su Chen's expression had become extremely unsightly.

He began to roar frantically in his heart.

[System!]

[Get out here!]

[Don't play dead! I know you're there!]

[Did you fail to upgrade and break yourself?!]