Chapter 3- That brat f*cking stole your thousand year old divine ginseng!

The moment Bai Lianhua was kicked in the butt and submerged in the pool, Fate Immortal and the rest in the Fate's Palace hugged each other and cried in each shoulders' with tears of joy.

"There will be a banquet tonight in the Jade Palace! We will drink and feast for ridding the scourge of the Immortal Realm!" Fate Immortal's face was filled with smiles. The other guards and apprentices were also in high spirits for fulfilling the most impressive job in the history of the Immortal Realm. Their names would forever be remembered as the heroes who kicked out the troublemaker. It would be a good achievement in their resumes.

Their thoughts were occupied by the rewards and promotions the Jade Emperor promised them and had forgotten how Bai Lianhua etched their faces in her memories waiting for the day she will once again ascend and make them pay back, but this is in the future.

Outside the Fate Immortal's Palace, the Jade Emperor was distress for the Fate Immortal's situation since he saw the ruined structure of the pathways and statues of phoenix and dragon being destroyed under a pile of rubble. The Entrance was no longer visible and only the remains of debris scattered all around was left, the place looked like it's been attacked but the Jade Emperor couldn't detect any demon breath so he put down the notion and shouted using his immortal essence to call out Fate Immortal.

"Fate! Are you all right?" Jade Emperor searched for any moving outlines.

The people inside the palace stopped basking in joy as they heard the Jade Emperor's voice. Fate Immortal wasn't aware of the destruction of the Palace exterior and happily teleported to Jade Emperor's side.

"Exalted Emperor, we did…" The Fate Immortal hasn't even finished relaying the good news when the Jade Emperor grabbed his head and turned it around to let him see what the f*ck happened to his palace.

The Jade Emperor hadn't even had the time to ask him the cause when the Fate Immortal started cursing all his might.

"I'm going to kill that brat! Don't stop me! I'm going to kill her and chop of her corpse for destroying my Palace!" The Fate Immortal' eyes were red from intense hatred. He was usually a stern and strict man but after Bai Lianhua's arrival, his days had been filled with difficulties.

"Hey calm down!" The Jade Emperor immediately seized his collar to retrain him from making another trouble.

"What calm down? I'm going to tear her apart and…"

"What are you getting angry for? As long a she's gone, the Immortal Realm will be peaceful, you can build as many palaces as you like!" The Jade Emperor was quite happy at their successful kicking out operation. He can finally breathe after the endless days of suffering. Who knew that his wishful thinking only lasted for a few seconds before Fate Immortal threw him a bomb.

"That brat f*cking stole your thousand year old divine ginseng, are you going to let it go?" Since his palace was destroyed, he was bitter and would not let the Jade Emperor feel good.

After a few seconds, the Immortal Realm heard a blast coming from Fate Immortal's Palace. A humongous golden dragon was seen in the sky, his roars resounded throughout the four corners of the Immortal Realm. The Divine Immortals heard the excruciating cry and all left their islands and made their way to the Royal Palaces carrying their weapons and armours.

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On the Mortal Realm, the sunny weather took a drastic change. Clouds began to get darker, there was a heavy downpour so suddenly, the heavens cried and unleashed deafening sounds of lightning and thunders.

All people found some place to take shelter.

At the set of a romance drama, a figure was floating on a pool with its face submerged in the water. It remained unmoved until a shout coming from the director ordered one of the utility men to drag the woman off the pool.

Lee Chynna was momentarily nervous that the woman unconscious, but some part of her rejoiced in her misfortune. She took off the shawl and went to grab some towel from her assistant.

"Yes, director!" One of the utility men came running towards the pool and stretched it arm to reach the woman's blue dress. However, before his hand could take hold of the dress, the woman's whole body submerged in the pool, not a trace of her could be seen.

The utility men widened his eyes and dipped his whole arm to search for the woman's body. "Miss, grab my hand. I'll pull you to the platform."

Suddenly, the lights off the fitness centre went off. The people in the benches stiffened. There was total darkness and in addition to the sounds of thunder from outside the place had grown eerie. The woman was still submerged with no signs of moving. The utility man had stopped flailing his arms and waited until the lights are on. Several seconds later he felt something cold clutched his hand.

"Old Bo check the breaker!"

"Director, I'll already sent one my men."

"Where is that extra?" The director shouted asking the utility man that went to fetch the woman.

Lee Chynna suddenly had a gnawing feeling.

Splash-

"Ah!" A person shouted. His cry contained fear.

The lights were still out so the people could only narrow their eyes and sharpened their ears to pick up the source of the noise.

"Director Help! Help Somebody!" The utility man hadn't enough time to react when he was pulled several seconds ago inside the pool. He felt a pair of arms pasted themselves on his arms and dragged him on the water. He immediately flapped around to stay afloat and shouted cries for help.

"Go help him!" The Director yelled and some men run to the direction of the noise by instinct.

"What was that?" Lee Chynna hugged her arms and stepped further back to the group of female assistants. Her assistant soon followed and also joined the group.

"Sister Chynna, Are you all right?" Some of the assistants took this chance to curry favour.

"Don't be afraid, it must be just someone mistakenly dropping in the pool."

"Sister Chynna, are you cold, here's a towel."

The girls huddled in one corner and left the males to fix the electricity failure. No one mentioned the extra.

Meanwhile, the three men who went to rescue the man from drowning reached the platform. Splashing sounds of water was nearby so this made them stopped and squatted to feel the ground.

"Hey Little Wei shout out so we can hear you!" One of the men exclaimed.

Little Wei heard the sounds of his colleagues not far from where he was. He started thrashing louder to draw their attention. In the midst, he felt a pair of arm looped around his neck.

"Hun…gry…" A feeble sound transmitted to his ears. The arms around his neck became tighter.

"Ah! Help!" Little Wei's miserable shouts for help resounded again.

"Little Wei hold on!" The three men shouted simultaneously and took off their shoes and got in the pool. The sounds of water splashing and Little Wei swam towards them while dragging the body pasted on him.

"Let go! Please let go!" Little Wei never stopped shouting.

"Hungry…" This time the voice near his ears became clearer and Little Wei's already cold neck became icier.

"Ah help! Mama!"

"Quit shouting!" The director yelled at Little Wei. He was already dissatisfied with the artist arrangements and now the electricity also went out, his patience had long been sapped from Lee Chynna's bad acting.

"Have anyone receive message from the management? We need to finish the scene today." The Director asked the scared assistant next to him.

"None Director."

"What a bunch of useless men!"

Little Wei remained deaf to the director's shout and swam towards the three. Her shrieking form was soon caught by the three men and they began to drag him to the dry platform.

"Get it off! Get it off!" Little Wei closed his eyes. His hoarse voice was apparent.

"What are you talking about Little Wei?"

"There something on my back!"

When they reached the platform, Little Wei hugged his head.

One of the men reached toward his back but found out nothing.

"Little Wei, there's nothing on your back."

"Huh?" Little Wei opened his eyes and soon felt that there was no more heavy feeling.

'Was it just my imagination?'