The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 123

They didn’t just wait idly for the silver wolf to find them. After eating and drinking their fill, they also began to take action.

The small flag’s location was marked on the mountainside, but since it wasn’t specified on the ground, could there be a cliff on this mountain?

Old Gu Six casually left the mule at the foot of the mountain and said, "If you’re not here when we return, we’ll leave you behind."

The mule obediently lay still, not daring to move, and even wagged its tail like a dog.

Chang’an: This mule is acting so dog-like.

Old Gu Six didn’t let Chang’an put away the basket, afraid they might run into others in the mountains. He carried it on his back as a disguise, with half a basket of assorted herbs inside.

The mountain was quite steep, making the climb somewhat strenuous. Fortunately, they had martial skills—an ordinary person would’ve been gasping for air by now.

As they climbed, something felt off. "Dad, how did we reach the summit so quickly?"

Old Gu Six gazed at the opposite side. "Is it possible we climbed the wrong mountain?"

Chang’an followed his gaze. So, all their exhausting effort had been for nothing.

"Dad, can your qinggong carry us across?"

The mountain they were on was separated from the opposite one by a wide gorge, about ten meters across.

"Sweetheart, take out the map and have a look," Old Gu Six said, stroking his chin as he peered down into the gorge.

Chang’an: What’s the deal? Is there a big boss down there or some loot?

She handed the map to Old Gu Six and, on a mischievous impulse, picked up a fist-sized rock and tossed it into the gorge.

"Owwooo!" A pained howl, faint but echoing, rose from below.

"Sweetheart, I think that’s the silver wolf down there," Old Gu Six said, putting away the map and noticing his index finger had turned pitch black.

What had he done? Oh right—he’d touched his face and chin. Was the dye rubbing off?

No time to dwell on that now. Had Chang’an’s rock just killed the poor wolf?

Talk about bad luck. What were the odds?

Chang’an blinked her big eyes. Well, this was awkward. The wolf was helping them, and she’d just bonked it from behind.

She absolutely couldn’t admit to this—it’d hurt their working relationship.

Old Gu Six grabbed Chang’an and leaped down into the gorge, explaining mid-air, "The flag is right between these two mountains, drawn right over this gorge."

The gorge below was overgrown with weeds and littered with scattered rocks. A narrow exit showed signs of trampling—likely the silver wolf’s path.

As soon as they landed, the silver wolf dashed out from behind a pile of stones.

"Owwooo, owwooo!" It complained, clearly aggrieved.

Chang’an put on a straight face and spun a tale. "The gorge walls are full of loose rocks. One must’ve fallen and hit you."

The wolf glanced around skeptically. That didn’t sound very convincing.

"We heard the noise as soon as we reached the mountain and came straight down. Are you okay?"

Chang’an didn’t see any bleeding wounds, but there was a big lump on its head. Hopefully, it hadn’t been knocked silly.

"Owwooo," the wolf shook its head, as if saying it was fine.

Now reunited, the two humans and the wolf resumed their treasure hunt.

But they were stumped. Where to even start?

The gorge was small enough to take in at a glance, with no hidden caves or unusual features along the cliffs.

This was frustrating.

Chang’an’s first instinct was to consult the old man (her mysterious guide), but they were currently out of contact.

"Dad, what are you staring at?" Could he really find something special in these rock piles?

"Sweetheart, look—these piles aren’t random."

"How so? Don’t tell me they’re not rocks but piles of dung."

"Must you be so crude? These piles are arranged deliberately. To the untrained eye, they’re just useless rubble. Who’d guess they hold a secret?"

"Dad, can you skip the preamble and get to the point?"

"I just wanted to show off how clever I am. Seven Stars Aligned—see it now?"

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Your eyes and mine must work differently.

There were only six piles. Where was the seventh star?

Seeing her confusion, Old Gu Six sighed. "Sweetheart, what would you do without me?"

Chang’an: Breathe, obviously. That’s how I’d live.

Old Gu Six walked to the end of the rock piles. Chang’an followed as he pushed aside some grass, asked for a hoe, and got to work.

"Watch closely, sweetheart. Dad’s about to find us treasure."

He swung the hoe, digging energetically while Chang’an and the wolf watched.

Half an hour later, a square pit appeared, revealing a large stone sphere at the bottom.

Old Gu Six tossed the hoe aside, pressed both hands on the sphere, and pushed down hard.

With a grinding sound, the sphere began to rise.

He climbed out, looking smug. If he’d had a tail, it’d be spinning like a propeller.

Wait—"How did you know there was a stone ball buried here?"

Chang’an could almost see his imaginary tail freeze mid-wag, droop, then resume at a slower pace.

"Seven Stars Aligned, but only six are visible. Where’s the seventh? Underground, obviously. Wasn’t that clear?"

Chang’an: Sounded plausible.

Her dad’s luck was uncanny—dig once, hit the jackpot.

Old Gu Six: Good thing my kid’s easy to fool.

He couldn’t exactly say he’d regained fragments of his memories, making treasure hunts a breeze.

Right, he wasn’t the same Old Gu Six anymore. He was...

He was what?

Huh? Why were his memories still patchy?

No matter. It didn’t stop him from mooching off elders and youngsters alike. Though, who exactly was this "elder" he was supposed to mooch from?

No clues there. Maybe he’d start with the "youngster" first.

As the stone sphere rose level with the six rock piles, the piles began to tremble. The jagged peaks of stones scattered outward.

A thunderous rumble shook the ground as the gorge split down the middle.

The violent tremors made Chang’an lose her balance. If not for Old Gu Six grabbing her, she’d have tumbled into the fissure.

The silver wolf clung to the ground, claws digging in desperately.

Only when a winding staircase was revealed did the shaking stop.

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The fissure was deep, its bottom swallowed by darkness.

Chang’an pulled out a flashlight. Old Gu Six took it, switched it on, and the wolf led the way.

The staircase was wide enough for two. This time, Old Gu Six didn’t let Chang’an walk behind—he made her stay beside him, closer to the wall, while he took the outer edge.

"Dad, maybe I should walk behind? If you slip and fall, I’m not familiar enough with this world to know how many dishes to serve at your funeral."

Old Gu Six held her hand and said gloomily, "There’s no one to host a funeral anyway. Even if I die here, how would you carry me back?"

Chang’an: ...

Right. They had no relatives or friends.

Then her eyes lit up. "If you die, I can just stash you in my spatial storage and bury you there."

Now it was Old Gu Six’s turn to be speechless.

Why does that tone sound so cheerful?