The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 122

No matter how hard you rack your brains, you'd never guess how Old Gu Six's father modified the mechanism. Unless you have a knack for digging, you probably wouldn't fathom his train of thought.

It seems they're on the same path. How can they avoid crossing paths with them?

Well, the only way is to let them go first.

Brother Li and his companion had the same idea—they wanted the others to go ahead while they checked out the waterfall.

And so, both sides kept waiting for the other to leave, resulting in a stalemate.

Old Gu Six noticed the frequent glances from them and guessed these two were waiting for them to depart first.

He packed up his meager belongings, slung the basket on his back, and led the mule along the relatively flat path at the foot of the mountain. He then hoisted Chang'an onto the mule's back.

Under Brother Li's eager gaze, they leisurely made their exit.

Once they were farther away, Chang'an pulled out the map. "Dad, let's switch mountains. We shouldn't go to the nearest one—we might run into them again. Let's go to..."

"Go where?" Old Gu Six asked when Chang'an hesitated for a long time without finishing.

Chang'an: I don’t know where to go either.

The mountains all seemed close, but the scattered flag markers made her dizzy. That’s when she realized the treasure locations followed a pattern.

The nearest spot appeared to be just two mountains away, but in reality, there were three—they’d overlooked the half-peak jutting out from the side.

The real treasure lay beyond that half-peak. At first glance, it seemed like one continuous mountain, but a closer look revealed the trick.

In her past life, she’d taken many forced-perspective cityscape photos—images that looked normal at first but revealed glaring discrepancies upon closer inspection.

Whoever drew this treasure map was cunning, with a flexible mind—though the execution wasn’t precise.

All the treasure sites seemed randomly scattered, but in truth, most were clustered nearby—except for one isolated location. The rest formed a fan-shaped distribution.

Once they found the second treasure, the others would be easy to locate—just follow the line. But if the order was disrupted, they’d have to search one by one.

There were ten spots in total. They’d already looted one, leaving nine. The hardest to find was the second—its flag marker floated mid-air, with no fixed position.

The other nine had flags anchored to the ground—only the second stood out.

That likely meant its treasure was special too—either the most abundant or the most valuable.

Where was their guide wolf? Why hadn’t it shown up yet?

By mid-morning, the silver wolf finally sauntered over, looking almost annoyed at the sight of them.

Chang'an, Old Gu Six: ???

"Awwooo!" The wolf angrily scraped the ground with its front paws, as if scolding them for their incompetence.

Then it turned and trotted off.

Chang'an, Old Gu Six: Oh, we went the wrong way.

Could’ve just said so—no need to throw a tantrum. It’s not like this was the first time.

They followed the wolf in a new direction, gathering herbs along the way—anything useful went straight into their storage space.

After they left, Brother Li and his companion returned to the cave behind the waterfall.

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Were they clever or just foolish? Didn’t they fear the rocks collapsing and sealing the cave?

Luckily, their inner energy wasn’t strong enough to shatter the stone walls—just enough to chip off some dust and debris.

"Brother Li, maybe we should head to the next location first? See how the mechanisms work there, then come back?"

"Guess we have to," Brother Li conceded reluctantly.

They dusted themselves off and stepped out of the cave, pausing to study their map carefully.

Their map only marked nine locations—missing the very second site Chang'an and Old Gu Six were heading toward.

Brother Li pointed at the map. "Let’s go here. This one’s the easiest to find—there’s an ancestral hall of the Yuan clan in the village. The treasure’s hidden inside."

"Are the villagers descendants of the Yuan clan?"

"No, they’re the clan’s former servants. They’ve been living here in secrecy, guarding the treasure for the Yuan descendants."

"That’s some loyalty. Are there even any Yuan descendants left? Didn’t the whole clan get wiped out by divine punishment?"

"Only the direct and collateral lines were destroyed. Distant relatives still exist—they’ve probably gone into hiding under different names."

As they walked, the two discussed the Yuan clan, recalling stories passed down by their elders about the clan’s former glory.

Rumors said the Yuan were heaven’s chosen, gifted with divine abilities to commune with the cosmos.

They called themselves the Divine Clan—even the emperor had to bow to their patriarch.

How absurd was that? In their opinion, the Yuan must’ve grown too arrogant, provoking heaven’s wrath.

But that was over a century ago. By now, their existence had faded from memory—no trace in official records or unofficial texts.

Even storytellers avoided using them as material.

First, because the imperial court strictly forbade any mention of the Yuan in public discourse.

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Second, because the clan’s downfall was sudden—a heavenly fire reduced their lands to ashes overnight.

The people called it divine retribution. Between imperial suppression and fear of the gods, no one dared speak of them.

A hundred years later, the Yuan had vanished into history’s depths.

Chang'an and Old Gu Six followed the silver wolf for five or six days before reaching the second treasure site. It had looked close, but the journey was exhausting.

And arriving wasn’t enough—they still had to find the treasure itself.

"Little Silver, go ask the animals if any of them know where it is."

Chang'an didn’t care if the wolf could actually get answers—it was still more reliable than her or Old Gu Six.

"Why bother asking? It’s either in a cave or a tomb," Old Gu Six declared confidently, as if he knew everything.

He’d read enough adventure tales to know that heroes always found treasures in either crumbling tombs or forgotten caves.

"Then why don’t you and Silver go look together?" Chang'an still trusted the wolf more. With her father’s logic, she’d probably never find the treasure.

The floating flag on the map was proof—this wasn’t something you could find with conventional thinking.

The wolf shot them both a glare before leaping away and vanishing into the trees.

Old Gu Six stayed quiet, obediently squatting by a tree and munching on wild persimmons—extra sweet after the frost.

He carefully peeled one and handed it to Chang'an. "Here, I tried it—it’s really sweet."

Chang'an took it, studying him thoughtfully. Just what kind of creature was he?

Either eating or on his way to eat.

"Kid, why’re you staring at me like that?" Old Gu Six subtly shifted his position.

His daughter always looked at him with that strange gaze—it made him uneasy.

"Dad, what are you so guilty about?" Chang'an suddenly crouched in front of him, locking eyes.

Old Gu Six was so startled that two of the persimmons he was holding slipped from his grasp. He quickly picked them up—luckily, they were the kind you peeled before eating, so a little dirt wouldn’t matter.

Chang’an: "…"

How was that any different from her dropping food and picking it up to eat three seconds later?

Whatever. What did it even matter what he was like? It wasn’t like she could just toss him aside.