The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 136
Chang'an had no idea that her father, Old Gu Six, was scheming with plans clicking loudly in his mind.
She was still thinking about how long the journey back home had been—stretching from the south to the north, taking them on a winding detour.
When they passed a mountain range in Lingnan, Old Gu Six halted the mule cart and called out to Chang'an inside, "Sweetheart, wait here for a bit. I’ll be right back."
Assuming he needed to relieve himself, Chang'an simply replied, "Alright."
Old Gu Six stepped into the forest and, out of thin air, tossed out a cloth bag. He untied the opening and released seven or eight small snakes into the wild.
These eight snakes were originally deep-sea dragons, but Old Gu Six had stripped them of their cores, extracted their spiritual roots, and used magic to transform them into ordinary serpents.
Now, they were powerless, fangless snakes in a wilderness teeming with venomous creatures—essentially doomed to become prey.
To add insult to injury, Old Gu Six cursed them: after death, they would reincarnate as maggots, condemned to that fate for eternity.
So they’d better protect themselves in this lifetime, or else these once-mighty dragons would end up writhing in filth.
Without lingering, Old Gu Six strode away.
Not long after he left, an eagle swooped down and snatched two of the snakes in its talons.
The remaining snakes panicked, darting into the underbrush. There was nothing they could do for their captured kin—they could only pray for their own survival.
Never in their wildest nightmares had they imagined that the little dragon they’d once kidnapped was of the ancient Primordial Azure Dragon’s bloodline—a deity from birth.
But back then, the young dragon had seemed so naive that they never considered its divine heritage. All they knew was that a true dragon’s blood could suppress the dark forces lurking in the deep sea.
Had the little dragon mentioned who its father was, they wouldn’t have dared lay a finger on it, even with ten thousand lifetimes of courage.
What a colossal misunderstanding it had been. The little dragon had just hatched from its egg, still dazed, when it was snatched away.
And whose fault was that? Its unreliable father had taken the egg out for an excursion, only to somehow leave it behind in a cave—giving the dragons the perfect opportunity.
Not that they gave the little dragon a chance to explain. They dragged it straight to their altar, gouged out its dragon pearl, and drained its blood.
The poor thing barely had time to process its own birth before meeting its end. Could there be a more tragic fate?
Chang'an knew nothing of the events in the deep sea. Even her memories of what happened onshore that day were fragmented.
Old Gu Six had sealed away his divine power. They might be stuck in this world for a while longer—he hadn’t sensed the moment to leave yet.
It was best to live here as ordinary people. Their monster-slaying, power-leveling days were over. If anything, they’d lost more than they’d gained in merit.
As they skirted the edges of Lingnan, they mostly saw the elderly, the weak, women, and children—likely, all the able-bodied men had been conscripted for war.
When passing through a large village, their cart was stopped.
"Old Gu Six?"
"That’s me, Village Head," Old Gu Six replied, eyeing the man before him—his spine bent, aged from robust middle age to frail old age in just a few short years.
Perhaps the toll of famine, or something else. But that wasn’t his concern.
"Weren’t you headed north? What brings you here?" The Village Head was overjoyed to see someone connected to his eldest and second sons.
"Just passing through on business. I’m in a hurry, so I’ll take my leave." His tone was indifferent. He didn’t dismount or show any interest in conversation.
The Village Head nodded mutely and stepped aside. Just as Old Gu Six was about to leave, he asked, "Are Po Xiao and Ming Xiao doing well?"
"They’re fine." Assuming their settlement hadn’t been touched by war, they were likely living peacefully.
With Chang Le there, and the Divine Physician’s estate nearby, it was probably untouched.
"Can you tell me where they are?" The Village Head’s eyes brimmed with hope and desperation.
Old Gu Six studied him for a long moment before replying coldly, "I don’t know the name of that town. My daughter and I didn’t stay with them."
He truly didn’t remember the name or the route. If the Village Head was hoping for directions, he’d asked the wrong man.
The light in the Village Head’s eyes dimmed. He stood by the roadside, lost and uncertain, but didn’t press further.
If someone didn’t want to answer, no amount of questioning would change that.
As he watched Old Gu Six’s cart disappear into the distance, the Village Head suddenly realized he hadn’t even offered them water or a place to rest.
With a sigh, he shuffled slowly back home.
"Father, was that Old Gu Six just now?" His eldest daughter and son-in-law were the ones caring for him and his wife now. His youngest daughter had married last year and never returned.
The Village Head nodded. "Yes."
"Did you ask where my brothers are?"
Seeing the eager hope in her eyes, his hunched shoulders sagged further.
He shook his head silently. He knew what she wanted—to rid herself of him and his wife, the burdens.
His past favoritism toward his sons had wounded his daughters. Now, he had no one to blame but himself.
His daughter, who had been supporting him, let out a disdainful snort and released his arm, storming off ahead.
Her voice carried back, "You’d better find my brothers soon. You have sons—why should your married daughters and their husbands have to take care of you?"
Grief welled in the Village Head’s heart, tears glistening in his aged eyes.
Yes, he had sons. So how had it come to this?
He made a decision then: he and his wife would journey north to find them.
But in this vast world, where would they even begin?
Meanwhile, Chang'an and Old Gu Six had left the village behind, merging onto the main road.
Suddenly, a girl of fifteen or sixteen burst from the roadside bushes, throwing herself in front of their mule.
Had the animal not stopped in time, it would’ve trampled her.
The girl knelt and kowtowed frantically. "Sir, please, save me!"
Old Gu Six gave her a dispassionate glance, then tugged the reins, steering the mule around her.
Undeterred, the girl lunged for the cart. Chang'an flicked a pebble, striking her hand. With a yelp, the girl let go.
The cart sped off. She chased after it for a few steps before giving up.
Just then, a group of men emerged from a side path. Without a word, they seized her, binding her hands.
The leader slapped her hard. "You were the one who agreed to marry Awen. Now you want to break it off? Our family doesn’t go back on our word. Stop dreaming of climbing some lofty branch—you’re marrying Awen tonight!"
Even bound, the girl thrashed violently. She didn’t want to marry Awen. She’d only agreed because he’d been handsome and scholarly. Now, with his face ruined, what good was his intellect?
Ignoring her protests, the men dragged her back to the village.
Meanwhile, Old Gu Six was basking in his own vanity.
"Sweetheart, don’t you think your father is just too good-looking? Why else would I attract so much attention? Even a simple stroll gets me noticed."
Chang'an was utterly speechless, though her father, Old Gu Six, was indeed strikingly handsome. Even dressed in coarse hemp clothes, his noble and elegant demeanor made it impossible for anyone to associate him with the word "farmer."
Of course, that noble elegance only lasted when he was putting on airs. The moment he smiled, he instantly became the village landlord’s dim-witted son—utterly lacking in shrewdness, making it easy to overlook his breathtakingly handsome face.
And if anyone happened to see him while he was eating? Well… best not to mention that.
Along the way, Old Gu Six kept muttering praises about himself, while the silver wolf darted out of the carriage.
"Awwooo!" it howled—Watch the road, you idiot!
