The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 127

The two humans and the silver wolf finished filling the pit, and Old Gu Six shoveled some grass patches to cover it up.

This time, he didn’t leave any cheeky remarks behind. After restoring the grave, they left.

Chang'an was worried about running into the other two treasure hunters, so she sent the silver wolf ahead to scout.

They had already taken the lion’s share of the treasure, and what remained were likely just scraps.

They had feasted on the meat, while the others had a family heirloom treasure map—letting them have some broth was only fair.

Chang'an had no intention of robbing them. Finding the treasure was their own luck, and she wouldn’t interfere.

She didn’t need those measly bits anyway.

More importantly, the wealth piled up in her space was enough to last her several lifetimes. And since the space wouldn’t follow her into the next life after she died, she figured it was best not to be too greedy.

As for her father, Old Gu Six, he certainly wouldn’t care about such worldly possessions. Once he finished his tribulation, he’d return to the heavens—no, reclaim his divine status. What use would he have for mortal trinkets?

Should she discuss with the higher-ups about letting the space accompany her into her next life?

That way, she’d be a woman born into wealth, stepping onto the peak of life the moment she entered the world.

It seemed like a necessary arrangement. She could trade a portion of her accumulated virtue for it.

She could afford to lose some virtue, but she couldn’t be without wealth.

It was fine to lack virtue, but never wealth.

The fourth treasure site was in a cave, with the same mechanism as the first one they’d found, but the loot inside was far less impressive.

Only six chests of gold, silver, and jewelry—nothing else.

"Dad, what was the Yuan family thinking? Why scatter such meager treasures all over the place?"

"Like a cunning rabbit with three burrows, my girl. I told you to study more, but you always dreamed of herding cattle. Don’t you even understand such a simple concept?"

"How is this ‘cunning rabbit with three burrows’? If they were really that clever, they shouldn’t have marked everything on a single treasure map. Now it’s all been scooped up at once!"

"...That’s a fair point."

They left the fourth treasure site, but on their way to the fifth, the silver wolf returned and blocked their path.

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"Awoo!" Yes, yes, don’t go. The treasure’s already been dug up by someone else.

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Old Gu Six lazily remarked, "They probably didn’t follow the order."

Chang'an asked him, "Should we still check the other sites?"

"Might as well take a look. We’ve got nothing better to do."

The father-daughter pair turned and headed down the mountain, while the silver wolf darted ahead once more.

Following the wolf’s trail, they didn’t encounter the other two in the mountains.

The silver wolf must have gone to the sixth treasure site, but when it returned, it seemed dejected—likely because the sixth had also been looted.

"It’s fine. There are still four more places left."

They bypassed the sixth site and headed straight for the seventh.

After wandering the mountains for six or seven days with no luck, they found the seventh site already emptied. Those two were really efficient.

It wasn’t until they reached the eighth site that they finally found something untouched.

The eighth treasure trove was underwater. Usually, treasures hidden in special locations like this were extraordinary.

But diving into freezing water? Chang'an didn’t have the courage for that.

"Stay here, daughter. I’ll go down."

"Dad, maybe we should just call it quits. We’ve already found so much—one more won’t make a difference."

"Don’t worry. I’m not afraid of the cold. Back in the village, I used to bathe in icy rivers during winter."

"But you’re older now, not some young lad anymore."

Old Gu Six: I’m only thirty, not some decrepit old man.

"Stop fussing. I’ll be fine."

With that, he stripped off his outer robe and plunged into the water.

The pool was deep, its waters a jade-green hue. The moment Old Gu Six submerged, his figure vanished from sight.

Underwater, he swam effortlessly toward the depths.

At the bottom of the pool was a cave, fitted with a bronze door. The mechanism to open it was a stone lion at the entrance.

Old Gu Six pressed the left eye of the lion, and the bronze door slowly creaked open, revealing a barrier that held the water at bay.

He stepped inside, entering a long corridor with brick walls and a stone-paved floor.

The moment he entered, the lanterns along the walls ignited on their own, casting flickering light.

After walking a hundred meters down the passage, he arrived at a dimly lit burial chamber. In the center, suspended by chains, was a stone coffin.

The entire chamber held nothing but this coffin—meaning whatever was valuable had to be inside.

Old Gu Six leaped into the air, hovering mid-flight as a sword materialized in his hand.

It was a blade Chang'an had never seen before—gleaming with an eerie blue light, its hilt carved with dragon patterns.

With a flash of the sword, the thick chains binding the coffin shattered, and the coffin crashed to the ground with a thunderous boom.

Old Gu Six flicked his wrist, and the sword dissolved into streaks of light, vanishing into his palm. He landed gracefully and kicked the coffin lid open with a resounding crack.

Inside lay a boy no older than ten, his features delicate and his complexion still rosy. Despite having been dead for centuries, he looked as if he were merely asleep.

Clutched in his arms was a pearl the size of an infant’s fist. The moment Old Gu Six saw it, a dark fury surged within him, his eyes swirling with malevolence.

He carefully lifted the pearl, pressing his forehead against it in a tender, almost intimate gesture.

The pearl responded by bursting into a blinding radiance, bouncing in his palm like an excited child.

"Good boy. I’m sorry I was late."

The moment the pearl was removed, the boy’s body began to decay. Within seconds, he turned to bones.

Old Gu Six, enraged, struck out with a palm strike, reducing the boy’s remains—and even the coffin—to dust.

But that wasn’t enough. He sliced his fingertip and drew two sigils in the air. The symbols solidified before shooting out of the lake as streaks of light.

In a seven-story pagoda deep within a valley’s underground palace, portraits and ancestral tablets suddenly burst into flames, burning to ash with eerie precision—not a single stray ember touched anything else.

Elsewhere, people of different statuses, in different places, coughed up blood simultaneously without warning.

The ancestral tablets hidden in the valley’s underground palace were tied to the fate of the Yuan family’s descendants.

A man working in the fields suddenly spat blood like a sprinkler, terrifying his family into thinking they had overworked him. From then on, they never dared let him do heavy labor again.

An elderly Taoist master, in the middle of scolding his disciple, collapsed after vomiting blood. The disciple assumed he had angered his master to death and was promptly beaten up by his fellow disciples.

On the battlefield, soldiers and officers on the opposing side suddenly began coughing up blood mid-fight. Chen Su was baffled—what kind of dark magic was this?

Yun Zhiheng, after a brief moment of confusion, burst into laughter. He felt like banging a pot in celebration.

The heavens were on his side—fitting for a lucky devil who had bluffed his way through life without ever being exposed.

A young nobleman in a brothel, in the middle of whispering sweet nothings to a courtesan, suddenly spewed blood, nearly traumatizing the poor girl.

And then there was Older Tong’s family. Their neighbor, Mu, was so shocked he turned into a wooden chicken.

Fortunately, the neighbors were kind-hearted and helped carry them all to the doctor.

What happened in the outside world was unknown to Chang'an, and of course, Old Gu Six was well aware of the consequences—but what did it matter to him?

It was the Yuan family who provoked him first, who sought to carve out his heart and take his life. So, severing their path to reincarnation was merely settling the score of karma.

From then on, members of the Yuan family would never again enter the cycle of rebirth, and those who had already died but not yet reincarnated were instantly reduced to ashes.

Old Gu Six cradled the pearl in his palm, bringing it close to his cheek and nuzzling it gently. "Let’s go to the blessed land for nurturing first, alright?"

The pearl brushed against his palm, unwilling to leave.

"No, not yet," he murmured, his voice tender yet firm. With a light tap of his fingertip, he indulged it with a mix of fondness and resignation before finally placing it into the spiritual pool of the blessed land to soak.