The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 135

Chang'an was still very worried. The thing Old Gu Six's father was looking for must be in the deep sea—who would leave treasures in shallow waters anyway?

How long would he have to swim to reach the depths? And if he ran into a shark halfway, wouldn't that just be like delivering himself as takeout?

"Old man, old man, come out quick! Old Gu Six's father is going to get himself killed!"

……

It was over. The old man had completely lost contact with her.

Chang'an stomped her feet anxiously on the shore, taking a few steps forward as she debated whether she should go check as well.

The silver wolf immediately clamped onto her dress with its teeth, letting out a low growl—don’t go cause trouble.

Even if she dove headfirst into the sea, it probably wouldn’t help. Not knowing when Old Gu Six would return, Chang'an chose a high spot to set up a tent and wait for him.

Meanwhile, Old Gu Six, who had plunged into the sea, moved through the water like a fish, swimming effortlessly toward the depths.

His only thought was to retrieve the item quickly and return to shore—he couldn’t rest easy leaving Chang'an alone up there.

The deeper he swam, the more fish seemed to cling to him. A little clownfish even swam up and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Old Gu Six: Did I just get harassed by a fish?

He didn’t stop, continuing to swim as if he never tired.

He passed through underwater canyons, through swaying seaweed, yet still hadn’t reached his destination.

Deeper and deeper he went.

Onshore, Chang'an struggled to set up the tent by herself. It wasn’t the prettiest, but at least it was sturdy.

Holding a cup of fruit tea, she sat on a bamboo chair at the tent’s entrance, gazing at the horizon.

The silver wolf crouched beside her, bored, glancing left and right.

Suddenly, the sky crackled with lightning, followed by the rumble of thunder.

Chang'an figured it was about to rain. Would it affect Old Gu Six's father?

Surely the rain couldn’t reach the deep sea, right?

Raindrops the size of beans splashed into the water, the downpour growing heavier until the entire sea turned dark and ominous, making Chang'an’s heart race.

It wasn’t until deep into the night that Old Gu Six finally reached the ocean floor—though of course, he had no sense of time here.

The area was littered with jagged rocks. Beyond them lay a dark cave, which he entered without hesitation.

Old Gu Six felt his body falling endlessly. He let himself descend until, after what felt like an eternity in darkness, he arrived at what looked like a sacrificial altar.

A silver dragon pup was bound to the altar with chains, its body lifeless.

Old Gu Six’s eyes nearly split from fury. In an instant, his black hair turned snow-white. He rushed toward the altar, only to be blocked by an invisible barrier.

With two swift strikes of his sword, the barrier shattered like glass, crumbling away into nothingness.

He stepped onto the altar and swung his sword again, the chains binding the dragon pup snapping apart.

Gently, he stroked the dragon’s head, his voice choked with emotion. "I’m sorry I was late, little one. Daddy’s taking you home now."

He nuzzled against the dragon’s head before waving a hand—and the dragon vanished.

The moment the dragon disappeared, the pattern at the center of the altar began to rotate with a grinding sound, and a beam of red light shot straight into the sky.

From the shore, Chang'an saw the light in the distance and thought, My dad’s just that awesome—wherever he goes, he makes a spectacle.

The old man had forbidden them from interfering in worldly affairs, probably afraid they’d break everything.

The red light had barely pierced the sky when a bolt of lightning struck it back into the sea. Undeterred, it surged upward again, only to be chased and struck by lightning once more.

In the end, it was no match for the lightning and fell back into the water.

Old Gu Six couldn’t care less about what that red light was.

Right now, he was focused on finding the ones responsible for sacrificing his daughter. Did they really think hiding in the deep sea would save them?

Hah. Naive.

His daughter had barely hatched from her egg before she was stolen away. If not for finding the dragon pearl, he would never have guessed her true form was here.

These so-called "dragons" had some nerve. Since they wanted death, he’d wipe out their entire bloodline today.

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Old Gu Six pricked his finger and drew a blood sigil in the air. The spell merged into his brow, leaving behind a flickering ice-blue flame mark.

A dragon’s roar erupted from the deep, shaking the heavens.

The scene from when Purple Extreme appeared was repeated—only this time, it was far more terrifying. The sky split open, seawater surged backward, and the earth itself trembled violently.

Chang'an’s tent collapsed. Holy crap, did Dad just unleash his ultimate move?

Even more pitiful was the local Heavenly Dao. What sin did I commit to deserve this lunatic wrecking my domain over and over?

The silver wolf and mule lay trembling on the ground, too afraid to even lift their heads.

Chang'an sat in the mud, staring up at the rain-lashed sky as it cracked apart like a spiderweb.

Her heart lurched. We’re doomed.

Without another thought, she stumbled toward the sea, fighting against the quaking ground.

"Dad! DAD!" she screamed, her voice breaking.

Realizing he probably couldn’t hear her, she dove headfirst into the churning waves.

But the sea was a tempest, and Chang'an, a mere mortal, was no match for its fury. Within moments, her strength gave out.

Well, either it’s game over or a fresh start.

She gave up struggling, surrendering to fate before darkness swallowed her consciousness.

At that very moment, the world stilled. Time froze, holding its breath before slowly resuming.

People who had just endured a brief catastrophe looked around in confusion.

Weren’t we just working in the fields? Where are we now?

Baffled, they all trudged back home.

Old Gu Six knew he’d messed up. He sacrificed most of his accumulated virtue to restore the world.

Now he was even more "virtue-deficient."

As for the Heavenly Dao? The thing he’d unleashed would keep it busy for a long while.

Yes, he was taking his anger out on everyone—even his own father. Even though he knew this was his daughter’s trial, something no one else could interfere with, he was still furious.

He wanted to tear this world apart.

When Chang'an woke again, she was lying in a slowly moving mule cart.

"Sweetheart, you’re awake! Do you feel unwell anywhere?"

Old Gu Six stopped the cart, grinning foolishly as he fussed over her—nothing like the madman who had unleashed destruction earlier.

"No, Dad. How long was I out?" Chang'an sat up, rubbing her foggy head.

Then she asked, "How much longer until we reach the South Sea?"

Old Gu Six’s hand, which had been reaching for water, paused briefly before he replied casually, "We’ve already been to the South Sea. Finished our business there. You caught a chill from the rain and slept for two whole days."

"Really?" Chang'an felt something was off, but she couldn’t pinpoint what.

She studied her father closely.

He was the same as always, yet something felt… unnatural.

That dopey grin of his was giving her a headache.

Suddenly, she blurted, "Dad, did you hit me on the head?"

Otherwise, how could she explain this sudden memory gap?

"I’d sooner hit myself than lay a finger on you. You’re not the brightest to begin with—what would we do if you got even dumber?"

Old Gu Six tried to joke his way out of the situation, hoping to muddle through.

Chang'an thought it over and figured it might just be her feverish mind playing tricks on her. How else could she have seen her father transform into a dragon stirring up storms?

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Seeing that Chang’an didn’t press further, it seemed she had convinced herself.

Old Gu Six secretly sighed in relief. His daughter’s memory lapse was his fault—though unintentional.

Having not used his magic in so long, his skills had gotten a bit rusty.

No matter, no matter. It wasn’t a big issue.

The good news was that he finally remembered who that old foe was he needed to deal with. The bad news? His merit points had taken a hit. Even if he completed his trial, his cultivation wouldn’t improve.

But that was fine too. With elders above him and little ones below, he wasn’t lacking for that bit of cultivation anyway.