Chapter 297: Mandala – Does This Young Master Wish to Marry Me?

"Young master, we’ve drawn the map."

The mushroom-headed spirit and the Mandala demon each presented a diagram.

Wang Baole and Han Ping each took one and, after examining their respective maps, exchanged them to compare.

The two maps were indeed identical, with not even the slightest discrepancy in the location of the special marker in the center.

Within the manor, there was also a building and a marked forbidden area.

Han Ping pointed at the forbidden symbol and asked, "What is this place?"

The mushroom-headed demon and the Mandala demon exchanged a glance and shook their heads, replying in unison, "We don’t know. That place feels like it’s engulfed in flames. We demons, as well as the wandering souls in the manor, all avoid it."

"Take us there first."

Wang Baole said without hesitation.

"Ah?"

The mushroom-headed spirit and Mandala demon looked terrified.

Mandala said timidly, "Young master, could we not go there? That place would shorten our lifespans."

Wang Baole smiled and replied, "Don’t worry, I wouldn’t let you take any risks. Just lead us to the entrance."

Only then did the two demons breathe a sigh of relief.

"Please follow us, young masters."

The two demons turned and began to lead the way. At this moment, only one thought filled their minds: if those two perished in that forbidden place, their own crisis would be resolved.

Soon after, Wang Baole’s group arrived in front of a dried-up well.

Mandala pointed at the well and said, "Young masters, this is the entrance to the forbidden area."

Wang Baole immediately extended his divine sense into the well and detected an intense heat at the bottom.

It wasn’t a Heavenly Flame, but rather Pure Yang Essence.

He sensed it with his divine sense, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Master was right—where extreme yin exists, there must be extreme yang. Junior Brother Han, this is the perfect place for us to cultivate. I remember your Longevity Art also requires the balance of yin and yang. Now, we just need to find a place of pure yin, and we can use these two forces to break through to a higher realm."

Han Paopao’s eyes lit up instantly, "Senior brother, let’s not rush. Let’s explore the whole manor first and see if there’s anything else good around."

Wang Baole gave him a thumbs up, "You’ve learned well, junior brother."

The two demons on the side let out a deep breath of relief upon hearing this.

"Let’s go."

Wang Baole, in high spirits, threw an arm around Han Paopao and headed toward the manor’s only building.

"Achoo!"

A thousand li away, atop Miao Miao Mountain, Chu Feng sneezed and instinctively rubbed his nose.

Beside him, Bing Yan asked with concern, "Husband, are you alright?"

Chu Feng smiled, "I’m fine. Probably just those ungrateful disciples gossiping behind my back."

Bing Yan: "..."

The three disciples: "..."

Chu Feng said, "Enough of that. Let’s focus. Do any of you have questions regarding your cultivation recently? Ask me anything."

Fang Mu’s face lit up with joy and he asked, "Master, regarding the Minor Fate Art, it requires a sacrifice of lifespan to comprehend its divine ability. I wanted to ask you, is there any divine art related to longevity?"

Chu Feng’s expression turned thoughtful. After a while, he replied, "There really isn’t. But you can try comprehending the Immortality Divine Art. As long as you can reach the realm of undying and indestructible, you won’t need to worry about your lifespan."

The two little girls nearby looked on with envy.

Bai Qian nearly couldn’t hold back from asking the master for a cultivation method.

But then she remembered that once she started cultivating, she wouldn’t be able to play freely as she did now.

Bing Yan didn’t ask any more questions. She had already found her own Great Dao truth and only needed to continue on that path.

———

Within the Desolate Ancient City.

Wang Baole and Han Paopao arrived outside a rundown courtyard.

The two didn’t charge in recklessly or act impulsively, but instead used their divine sense to probe the entire courtyard. After confirming that there were no dangers, they entered together.

There were only three rooms in the courtyard. The two of them began to search through them.

Half an hour later, the two emerged, both beaming with excitement, holding a pile of jade slips.

Han Paopao said, "Senior brother, I found a bunch of memories from a Spirit Chef!"

Wang Baole laughed, "I found quite a few methods for cultivating spirit plants."

After hearing each other’s findings, both of them could hardly contain their smiles.

Once they exchanged their discoveries, they began searching for the pure yin location.

With Mushroom Head and Mandala leisurely leading the way, they encountered no danger along the journey.

After circling around, the two once again arrived beneath the Mu Luan tree.

Wang Baole said, "No wonder that old thing became a Half-Saint—it monopolized the entire pure yin land for itself."

Mandala nodded, "That old thing is really hateful. All it ever does is bully us little demons."

Wang Baole smiled and asked, "Miss Mandala, do you really want to stay in this place for the rest of your life?"

The sudden question caught Mandala completely off guard. She had lived in this manor for over ten thousand years. From fragments of memories absorbed from wandering souls, she had learned of the world outside.

At first, she had longed deeply for that world. But as time passed, she nearly forgot the beauty described in those memories.

Now, hearing his words, a faint spark rekindled within her long-extinguished wish.

"Would young master be willing to take me out?"

Hearing this, Mushroom Head’s eyes filled with envy. He thought to himself, Why wasn’t I born female? If I were, I could see the outside world too.

Wang Baole patted Han Paopao on the shoulder, "I can’t take you out, but my junior brother can."

"Really?"

Mandala looked at Han Ping with eyes full of anticipation, her gaze shimmering with light, making Han Paopao feel rather uncomfortable.

Han Ping said, "Of course. But you’ll have to farm and cultivate spirit herbs with me."

"Ah?"

Mandala’s cheeks flushed slightly. In the memories of the departed souls, the outside world was described as men farming and women weaving—if a man and woman tilled the land together, that meant they had formed a household.

Is this young master proposing marriage to me?

"Is that not acceptable?"

Han Paopao, inexperienced in matters of love, saw Mandala’s surprise and thought she was unwilling.

Wang Baole nearly wanted to punch his junior brother. Can’t you see how shy she is?

"Yes, of course it’s acceptable. I, your humble servant, am willing to stay by young master’s side, to farm with him and build a good life together." Mandala had finally found such a rare opportunity—of course she wouldn’t let it go.

"Great, then it’s settled."

As Han Paopao spoke, he fastened his sword jade back onto his waist.

This small gesture didn’t escape Wang Baole’s notice. He said with exasperation, "Miss Mandala, come cultivate with us here in the pure yin land."

If you want someone’s loyalty, you must offer them enough benefits—this was a truth Wang Baole understood well.

"Thank you, young masters."

Mandala hadn’t expected to gain such a reward.

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