The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 96

After witnessing Big White being domestically abused, Chang'an slowly made her way home.

Old Gu Six definitely wouldn’t be back today, so she casually whipped up something to eat and then proceeded with her daily ritual of summoning a certain "grandpa."

But there was no response—whether he couldn’t hear her or was ignoring her, she didn’t know.

The "grandpa" finally spoke: [Don’t think I can’t hear you badmouthing me. You shout every single day, disturbing my peace.]

Chang'an: "Oh, so it’s my fault now? If you’d just answer me, I wouldn’t have to keep calling for you!"

[Fine. What do you want this time?]

"Navigation system?"

[Could you be any more ridiculous?]

"Sure, how about an aircraft carrier with a built-in navigation system?"

[Why don’t you just ask to fly to the heavens while you’re at it?]

"I’d love to, but I can’t. Since those two are out of the question, how about some corn seeds and a compass?"

[If only you’d asked for something reasonable from the start. They’re in your space now. And stop yelling for me every time you need something—I have my own affairs to attend to. Learn to solve your own problems.]

"Got it. Now scram."

Why take the hard path when there was an easy one? Unless she’d lost her mind.

Chang'an retrieved the corn seeds from her space and, skipping her usual noon nap, immediately hitched the old ox to plow the wasteland. The plot of land next to the fruit trees was originally meant for more saplings, but now that she had corn seeds, she decided to cultivate it for corn instead.

She’d never grown corn before and wasn’t sure if it needed to be nursed first.

After plowing, the soil couldn’t be planted right away—it had to be broken into fine clumps and neatly arranged in rows.

Suddenly, the valley gate was pounded with thunderous knocks. Chang'an couldn’t pretend not to hear it—she was close by, and the sound was deafening. Whoever was knocking was clearly using internal energy.

"What the hell are you banging for? Are you out of your mind? You break it, you pay for it!" Chang'an took a deep breath, channeled her own energy, and roared back. Her voice echoed through the small valley.

"Get lost, you idiots!"

Outside the gate, the seven visitors turned grim at her words. How rude and vulgar.

A young man in a dark blue, narrow-sleeved brocade robe—looking every bit the arrogant fool who thought himself above the heavens—raised his hand, ready to blast the mountain gate apart.

The person beside him quickly grabbed his arm. "No, no! Calm down, Cong Ming! The person inside isn’t ordinary. We’re here to find someone—let’s not stir up unnecessary trouble."

Zhang Congming glanced at him dismissively, as if granting a favor. "Since you’re begging, I’ll spare her. Keep knocking—don’t stop until she opens up."

Chang'an heard every word of their conversation. What a bunch of lunatics.

Then—a bolt from the blue. A lightning strike landed directly on the man knocking, sending him convulsing to the ground. Foam spilled from his mouth, smoke rose from his hair, and his skin turned charred black.

The group scrambled back in terror, staring at the sky. It was clear and cloudless—the sudden lightning seemed like an illusion.

Zhang Congming forced an explanation. "Must be a sign of rain. Someone else, go knock. The tide rises when it storms—we need to find our person and get back to the ship."

Another man in equally fine robes tried to dissuade him. "Cong Ming, let’s just leave. Maybe the girl we’re looking for isn’t here?"

The Yao Family had three generations of cultivators before declining in his grandfather’s era. Even so, Yao Jixin had learned the basics. He knew better than to provoke a master dwelling here.

But Zhang Congming, the genius that he was, wouldn’t listen. He shoved the others aside and marched up to the gate himself.

"She’s the only one living by the shore. That piece of driftwood on the beach? It’s from the ship Xiao Jian was on. She’s definitely here."

Then he scoffed at Yao Jixin. "Ghosts and gods? If they existed, your Yao Family wouldn’t have fallen so low."

Yao Jixin merely gave him a cool look and didn’t argue further. The Yao Family’s decline wasn’t due to the absence of the supernatural—it was the lack of talented descendants. The world was far more mysterious than Zhang Congming’s narrow mind could grasp, but he dismissed everything beyond his understanding as fraud.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The knocking grew even fiercer, shaking the gate on its hinges.

Chang'an bellowed, "Stop right there! State your business or I’ll cripple you!"

Zhang Congming yelled back, "Hand over the girl, or I’ll burn this valley to the ground!"

"Are you mentally deficient? There’s no one here you’re looking for!"

Chang'an instantly recalled that lump she’d seen floating at sea. Good thing she hadn’t rescued it—look at the kind of morons it attracted!

Another lightning bolt struck. Zhang Congming and his lackey collapsed in identical, twitching heaps.

Meanwhile, deep in the mountains, Old Gu Six and the silver wolf paused at the distant thunder. The direction of the strike—their home.

Old Gu Six immediately hurried back with the wolf. Whoever was causing trouble this time had no sense of self-preservation.

Outside the mountain, Yao Jixin dropped to his knees in apology.

"This junior, Yao Jixin, eldest grandson of the Yao Family in Luocheng County, did not realize a master resided here. We’ve offended you gravely—please forgive us!"

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He kowtowed three times toward the gate, forehead striking the ground with audible thuds.

Chang'an: "..."

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In the end, Chang'an’s gate was shattered by a single palm strike. Yao Jixin’s face turned ashen.

It’s over.

And it was.

Big White and Big Gray lunged at the four intruders, tearing into them with savage ferocity. Before the men could react, two had their arms ripped off.

The other two retaliated swiftly, attacking the wolves. Chang'an saw red.

How dare they hurt her wolves?

Lightning strike them dead!!!

Two more bolts crashed down. The attackers collapsed instantly, while the ones being mauled by the wolves had already stopped breathing.

Only Yao Jixin remained outside, unharmed and still kneeling.

He wanted to cry. Why was he so unlucky? Why had his grandfather insisted he accompany Zhang Congming on this voyage? Why not his second or third brother?

Hell, even his father would’ve been better!

If he survived this, he swore he’d never be the family’s strongest again. He’d laze around and let whoever wanted the Yao Family inheritance take it.

He was terrified of death—his mother and sister were waiting for him at home.

He kowtowed three more times, pressing his forehead to the ground, not daring to lift his head.

Chang'an was at a loss. If only he’d shown some spine—she’d have an easier time silencing him.

But this coward had tried to dissuade the others from the start. No ill intent.

Still, threats were necessary to maintain the act. "If a single word of today’s events reaches outsiders, I will wipe the Yao Family from existence."

Just then, Old Gu Six and the silver wolf returned.