Chapter 2: The Attack of the Alley Mango

Chapter 2: Mango Mayhem in the Alley

Zhao Bingming was getting frantic. What was up with people nowadays? This alley wasn't particularly remote, and it wasn't even late—only 9 p.m., nightlife hadn't even started yet. Yet in the fifteen minutes he'd been lying there, only three people had passed by.

The first two were an elderly couple with poor hearing who couldn't hear his cries for help at all. The young woman seemed to have heard him, or maybe she hadn't.

Frustrated, he shouted even louder, "Help me! I'm in the grass! Quick, help!... You blind fool! Damn it! Help!..."

Jiang Yingxue calmly pointed to the mangoes on the mango tree and said, "The mangoes are all ripe. Stay close to the wall, or you might get clocked by one."

As soon as the words left her mouth, a fierce gust of wind swept through. The mangoes on the tree seemed to go mad, all plummeting down to pummel Zhao Bingming's crotch.

The wind made the mangoes hit with brutal force.

"Ah—" Zhao Bingming's scream was abruptly cut off as a mango slammed into his mouth, blocking it. The other mangoes on the tree, as if they had eyes, accurately and heavily pounded into his groin.

In less than a minute, the crotch of Zhao Bingming's pants and the ground beneath him were soaked with blood. His eyes widened, filled with terror and agony. The next second, his eyes closed as he blacked out from the agony.

With a *flap*, a newspaper carried by the wind landed on his face, covering his twisted expression.

If one didn't look carefully, no one would notice there was a person in the grass.

Lying under a heap of mangoes with a newspaper over his face—if he was lucky, a passerby might find him later; if not, he would have to wait until the sanitation workers came to clean up the trash tomorrow.

A glance from the corner of her eye had shown her enough of his misery. With a contemptuous smile, she left.

Letting him live, having only taken his manhood, was mercy enough from Jiang Yingxue.

Now he could be a proper eunuch.

After returning to her rented room, Jiang Yingxue casually hung her bag on the wall. Standing by the window, she sank into thought.

Recalling the past, in her previous life, she had died in a car accident and was reborn as an infant into a mortal family in the cultivation world. That family had three daughters and one son. She was the second daughter, ignored from a young age. At the age of five, she was sold to a wealthy household as a maid. She hadn't been a maid for more than two days when cultivators from a cultivation sect came to the mortal world to select children with spiritual roots. Fortunately, she was tested to have water and wood dual spiritual roots and left with the sect's ship.

She had lived in both worlds but only considered her maternal grandparents from her first life as family. When her cultivation reached the Deity Transformation stage, it wasn't that she hadn't tried to find a way back to Blue Water Star, but she had found nothing. She had originally planned to continue searching after ascending to the upper realm, but a lightning bolt struck, sending her back here.

Jiang Yingxue closed her eyes and used her Spiritual Sense to scan her body and soul.

"Huh?" When she saw the white pearl floating above her sea of consciousness with her spiritual sense, she smiled.

This white pearl was a mustard seed space. After being refined, a mustard seed stone would transform into a mustard seed space attached to a cultivator's sea of consciousness. As long as the cultivator's sea of consciousness remained and it wasn't forcibly stripped away by external forces, the mustard seed space would remain.

Jiang Yingxue was an alchemist. Discovering, planting, and cultivating Spiritual Plants was her daily life, and she was deeply interested in it. Her mustard seed space stored many spiritual plant seeds from the cultivation world, and the space's forest also housed many low and mid-tier demon beasts used as food.

Now, she wouldn't have to worry about food.

The rain began to let up. Jiang Yingxue stood up and opened the window for ventilation.

In that moment, her peripheral vision caught sight of the design drafts nearby, reminding her she still had a job to go to.

It was already very late. Her body and soul were still merging, and she needed rest.

She cast a cleansing spell, but looking down, her coat was still dirty.

It seemed that having just returned to her body, having sealed most of her spiritual power, and having used a significant amount of spiritual power to punish someone in the alley had left her with insufficient spiritual energy.

"Sigh..." Jiang Yingxue resignedly let out a soft sigh. She went back to her room to get her pajamas and entered the bathroom.

Although it had been a thousand years since she last used electrical appliances like water heaters, a cultivator's memory was excellent. After a brief look, she got the hang of it.

The next day, Jiang Yingxue took a fasting pill and went out.

As she left the residential complex, she overheard the security guard and some elderly residents who had returned from grocery shopping gossiping.

"I heard an ambulance picked up a person from the alley last night, a young man at that," said Auntie Wang, carrying a basket full of vegetables, her face full of gossip.

"Oh, I know. It was my grandson who called the ambulance. That person was in a terrible state, a whole area of bloody mangoes. His life is pretty much ruined," said Auntie Luo. Her grandson, Xiao Luo, often went out with friends at night and didn't return until one or two in the morning. Last night, when he came back, he went to relieve himself in the alley and accidentally discovered the unconscious Zhao Bingming. He was so scared he thought it was a dead body and even called the police. After the police arrived, they called an ambulance to take him away. It's said that every man who saw the scene felt a chill between their legs. It was too tragic.

"Ah, what a sin. That young man looked unfamiliar to me, not like someone from around here," said the security guard.

He had gone to take a look when he heard the commotion last night. He recognized most faces in the neighborhood, and the one from last night clearly wasn't from their area.

...

Zhao Bingming was truly lucky to be alive. However, the part that had been pulverized by the mangoes would never be restored to its original state.

Jiang Yingxue sneered coldly and paid no further attention to the matter. Next, she had more important things to deal with.

8th Floor, Fortune Building.

Sitting at her unfamiliar yet familiar workstation, Jiang Yingxue was somewhat dazed. There were two stacks of documents on the desk: one completed and one unfinished.

After flipping through them briefly, she wearily rubbed her temples. A thousand years had passed, and she had no interest in these trivial matters unrelated to sustenance or cultivation. But as long as she was still in this position, she had to complete the corresponding tasks.

Fortunately, a cultivator's memory was excellent. Not to mention a thousand years, even memories from ten thousand years ago could be retrieved with careful recollection. Jiang Yingxue quickly completed the unfinished documents based on her memories from her previous life. Then, she printed a document and walked towards the manager's office.

Inside the office sat a woman around 40 years old, wearing a black suit dress with a professional makeup look. She was the manager, Zheng Wenli.

Zheng Wenli frowned at the resignation letter on the desk. It was currently the peak season. Jiang Yingxue had good work ability and strong stress tolerance, capable of handling the workload of three people. Her sudden resignation caught Zheng Wenli off guard and made her uncomfortable, feeling that her plans had been disrupted.

She smiled, set the resignation letter aside, and tried to persuade Jiang Yingxue not to resign so hastily. "Xiao Jiang, have a seat. You've been with the company for about a year now, right? I remember you joined right after graduating from university. We 'old-timers' have been nurturing you all like our own children..."

Playing the emotional card couldn't move Jiang Yingxue. In her previous life, after the company learned she had offended Zhao Bingming and Shen Jiaqing, they had unhesitatingly fired her that very morning, citing poor performance and causing economic losses to the company. At that time, the company hadn't shown any sentimentality at all.