565: Chapter 565 Immortal Essence Ineffective? Divine Child's Diary Angrily Critiques Counterfeit Goods!

Three days later.

West Qingyou Continent, Cloud Abyss City, a vague outline sketched against the skyline.

A medium-sized flying boat sailed in that direction.

The flying boat's speed was ordinary, but it was stable and comfortable.

The cabin furnishings were simple, and most importantly, it was cheap.

For the past few days, Su Chen had been Cultivating diligently.

Su Chen first used that immortal body marrow core, intending to give himself an immortal body.

As it turned out, after swallowing the immortal body marrow core, the immortal body he had been excitedly waiting for did not appear; it was as if nothing had happened, making Su Chen wonder if he had bought a fake.

So, Su Chen continued to Cultivate.

And just now, having woken up from Cultivation, after all that tossing and turning, he discovered his cultivation hadn't advanced in the slightest!

Beside him, Qian Duoduo was skillfully manipulating an abacus with his ten chubby fingers.

The clattering sound intertwined with the noise of the flying boat cutting through the air.

He was beaming with joy, muttering to himself.

Occasionally, he would look up and glance at Su Chen with a look of admiration and awe.

Wang Baobao was lying on the side of the boat, her little head swaying left and right with the rise and fall of the flying boat.

Her big eyes curiously examined the unpredictable sea of clouds below.

Her two chubby little legs dangled back and forth behind her.

From time to time, she muttered in a milky voice: "Can clouds be eaten? Boss, why don't these clouds have any taste?"

At the stern, Jian Buping was closing his eyes to nurture his sword.

Sharp Sword Intent flickered around his body.

His hand pressed against the hilt of his sword, his posture steady and concentrated.

In the center of the deck, the monk Monk Jiese sat cross-legged, chanting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

Sounds of Sanskrit echoed.

Hua Nongying had curled up in a corner of the cabin at some point, half-covering her face with a peach blossom fan, catching up on her beauty sleep.

Occasionally, two soft nasal sounds escaped from behind the thin veil.

Su Chen opened his diary, his pen tip hovering over the page, long overdue to fall.

He rubbed his temples, let out a long sigh, and then began to write.

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

"That immortal body marrow core I picked up from Luoyan Gorge was swallowed by me in one gulp."

"Logically speaking, if someone in the Great Saint Realm eats a first-grade immortal marrow, even if their Aptitude is terrible, they should at least Awaken an Elementary immortal body, or at the very least, widen their Meridians. I specifically emptied my stomach, set up the five-hearts-facing-sky posture, and waited with full anticipation for several hours."

"The result? Absolutely useless!"

"Crunchy and brittle; apart from being a bit cold on the throat, nothing happened. My cultivation is stuck at the Great Saint First Heaven, steady as a rock; it didn't even make a splash. Is this thing really an Immortal Treasure? I'm afraid it's just a defective product that the Lingbao Trading Firm used ten-thousand-year black ice to fool people with."

"If those suckers from the Xuantian Immortal Sect knew they spent 30 million on a fake, they would probably be so angry they'd die all over again."

Su Chen stopped his pen as he wrote this. He looked at the ink on the paper, his face filled with existential despair.

A moment later, he added another paragraph.

"By the way, what is that 'nickname' boss of the Lingbao Trading Firm up to lately? I heard from Qian Duoduo that the Lingbao Trading Firm opened a branch in Cloud Abyss City, and it's said to be quite large."

"I wonder if they have any cheap fragments of golden immortal artifacts for sale. My 'Great Sacrifice Technique' ammunition is exhausted, and I urgently need to replenish it; otherwise, if I fail to show off in front of those real old monsters, it would be embarrassing."

"This time I must hoard a bit more; the scrap metal that Wang Baobao gnawed on a few times actually had surprisingly good effects!"

"Hmm, that's enough for today. Once we arrive at Cloud Abyss City, it's time to go scavenge for some 'ammunition.' I hope that 'nickname' can give me some surprises."

Su Chen closed the diary and yawned.

Since Cultivation was useless, he would continue to be a salted fish!

He threw the diary aside, turned slightly to find a more comfortable position, and prepared to take a short nap.

The moment he closed his eyes, two strands of golden light, invisible to the naked eye, detached from the cover of the diary.

They pierced through the Formation barrier of the flying boat, one to the left and one to the right, shooting into two different directions and disappearing into the vast sea of clouds.

Su Chen was completely unaware of this and had already fallen into a light sleep.

The flying boat continued to sail steadily.

Meanwhile.

Deep within a layer of clouds a hundred miles behind the flying boat.

Xie Jinghong was sitting cross-legged on a solid immortal cloud.

She was clutching a positioning spirit talisman tightly, her aura restrained, and faint immortal light swirled around her.

At this moment, she had perfectly switched back to the disguise of "Shen Que."

A gray-blue clerk's uniform wrapped around her exquisite figure.

Her long hair was casually tied up with a cheap wooden hairpin.

A pair of black jade lenses were perched on the bridge of her nose, obscuring most of her fox-like eyes.

The full outfit was ready, waiting only for the right moment.

The corners of her mouth curled into a smile.

Suddenly.

A flash of golden light appeared out of thin air before her eyes, instantly condensing into a copy of the diary.

Xie Jinghong's breath hitched.

She reflexively reached out and grabbed the diary that had materialized from the Void Realm.

The moment her fingertips touched the page, a slight warmth came through.

She opened it impatiently.

The first line of text caught her eye.

"By the way, what is that 'nickname' boss of the Lingbao Trading Firm up to lately?"

"Crack!"

Xie Jinghong's slender fingers instinctively exerted force.

Her knuckles turned white from the excessive force, leaving five deep indentations on the cover of the diary copy.

Because she was too focused on the diary, her figure became unstable from anger, and she almost fell off the immortal cloud.

She gripped the edge of the immortal cloud beneath her tightly.

Her cheeks flushed a liver-like color.

Cold sweat rolled down her forehead, and her breathing became rapid and heavy.

Qingluan was right beside her, and seeing this, she flew forward in fright, reaching out to support her Young Miss.

"Young Miss! Are you alright!!" Qingluan's tone was anxious.

Xie Jinghong gasped for air, her chest heaving violently.

Those fox-like eyes were now bloodshot.

"He's scolding me again..." Her voice was hoarse and low.

"Ah?" Qingluan didn't hear clearly.

"In his diary, he's calling me a nickname again!" Xie Jinghong squeezed these words out through her teeth.

She pointed at the sentence in the diary, her fingertips pale.

Qingluan carefully leaned over and glanced at the content of the diary.

Her face went pale instantly.

"This... Young Master Su's mouth is really... too..." Qingluan racked her brains, unable to think of a suitable word.

"I'm choked with anger." Xie Jinghong clutched her chest.

She closed her eyes, desperately suppressing her churning True Qi.

"I'll help you channel it—" Qingluan hurriedly reached out.

"No need." Xie Jinghong pressed the diary copy tightly onto her knees.

Her temples were throbbing.

"Su Chen!"