The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter Chapter 106

How to divide the spoils?

The solution was simple—over thirty people engaged in a chaotic brawl, settling it with brute force.

The tomb chamber echoed with agonized screams. By the end, only three remained, all from the sa faction, serving the sa master.

They ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‍didn’t fight further. Bearing their wounds, they reached for the books.

Holding the bamboo scroll, they couldn’t resist taking a peek—after all, they’d nearly died for it.

Three heads huddled together as they unrolled the scroll slightly. Written on it: "Keep reading."

"Read further."

"Want to beco immortal?"

"Keep going."

"Want to beco a god?"

"Unroll more."

"Want eternal life?"

"Be patient—the cultivation thod cos next."

"Fooled you, huh? Hahaha! Guess why I died?"

"What is eternal life? It’s creating achievents that future generations rember. Though dead, you live on."

"A aningless existence, even if you outlast heaven and earth, unknown to all—though alive, you’re already dead."

The three n were on the verge of tears. How were they supposed to report this?

In the end, they decided to take the scroll back. The beginning was nonsense, but the last two lines had so rit.

If Chang'an ever saw this scroll, she’d probably think the tomb’s owner was a ti traveler.

Right now, she and Old Gu Six were hauling in their net—they’d clearly caught sothing big. The father-daughter pair strained with all their might.

Chang'an’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. Had they accidentally netted a shark?

Their net wasn’t strong enough to hold a shark. Maybe they’d snagged one by mistake?

If it fought back, their little boat wouldn’t stand a chance.

"Dad, maybe we should let it go."

"No way! We finally caught sothing!" After a whole day of work, with nightfall approaching, this was their only haul. How could they just release it?

Fine. If the boat fell apart later, she wouldn’t be the one in trouble.

But the two wolves and Old Gu Six? That was another story. Serves him right for being stubborn.

Before they could pull the fish aboard, the net tore, and their boat began rocking violently from the thrashing.

"Dad, let go! Or don’t bla for not saving you later!"

Old Gu Six: My daughter’s ‘filial piety’ moves heaven and earth.

With the net in tatters, he had no choice but to release it. He tossed the torn net into the sea.

The mont he let go, the boat lurched harder, nearly throwing him off balance. He barely held onto the railing.

Chang'an, on the verge of being flung overboard, slipped into her space—leaving her father and the two wolves stranded on the boat.

The boat tilted sharply. Old Gu Six and the wolves clung desperately to the railing.

"Kid, help!"

His shout didn’t summon Chang'an, but the boat’s tilt paused montarily. Just as it seed about to capsize, it steadied itself.

Old Gu Six watched as an unidentifiable giant fish, trailing his torn net, bolted away at top speed.

Chang'an and Old Gu Six: ???

Did shouting for help really have that effect? Old Gu Six discovered another use for his daughter—calling her na could save his life.

"Dad, does it feel like the boat’s sinking?"

Old Gu Six looked down. His beloved vessel had a gaping hole.

"Kid, what do we do if the boat goes under?"

"I don’t know about you, but I won’t drown."

"You’d really abandon your old man in a crisis?"

"Shouldn’t we focus on finding a big plank first? The boat’s falling apart."

"This is why I’m the dad. I’ve got a backup plan." Old Gu Six smugly dashed to the cabin, the wolves hot on his heels.

They’d just seen Chang'an vanish without taking them. Better stick with the hired hand for safety.

Soon, the trio erged pushing a small dinghy, complete with oars.

Was this foresight or just self-awareness of their own unreliability?

Before the main boat fully disintegrated, Chang'an, Old Gu Six, and the wolves boarded the dinghy.

The wolves deeply regretted their life choices. Why had they co along? As land creatures, what fascination did the sea hold for them?

With these two reckless humans, their wolf lives were in peril.

"Dad, should we go back and build another boat?" Her grand mission wasn’t complete—they needed a proper vessel.

But Old Gu Six’s talent for courting disaster knew no bounds.

"This dinghy’s not bad. Maybe we should just keep going and buy a fishing boat from so village?"

"I’d advise against it. If we hit a storm, you might end up as an offering to the sea."

Confird: This dad was a walking financial loss.

Old Gu Six reconsidered. "Fine, let’s head back and build a sturdier boat."

Chang'an had little hope. This task required the Old Master’s help.

"Old Master, calling Old Master! Get a boat even a shark can’t flip."

[You want to steal an aircraft carrier for you?]

"If you can manage it, why not?"

[Keep dreaming. Build your own boat. Or buy a small fishing one—those are sturdier than anything you’d make.]

"Cheapskate. At least point us in the right direction ho."

[Turn around. There. And do you still want that wooden bird? Stop bothering if it’s nothing important.]

"Got it. Bye now."

As she withdrew from her space, she saw Old Gu Six rowing determinedly in the wrong direction.

"Dad, wrong way. Ho’s behind us."

Old Gu Six grumbled as he turned the dinghy around, the wolves swaying nauseously.

Under a blazing sun, the sky suddenly darkened. A lone dinghy bobbed helplessly on the vast, storm-tossed sea.

Tossed about, they lost all sense of direction. A compass was useless now.

"Too tired to row. Let fate decide." Old Gu Six dropped the oars and slumped against the silver wolf.

Chang'an took a few half-hearted strokes before agreeing—fate was as good a guide as any.

Out here on the open sea, no one would notice if she used a raincoat. She handed Old Gu Six a poncho—no raincoat fit his size.

The poncho was a leftover from when she’d bought an adorable electric bike, ant for riding in the rain.

Later, her grandfather gifted her a cute little raincoat, so the poncho gathered dust.

Now it finally had a use. The wolves got oilcloth for shelter.

Thankfully, the waves weren’t too fierce, or the dinghy would’ve flipped already.

The stormy sea was terrifying—a churning abyss where sky and water rged into endless black.

They drifted for an unknowable ti before a white whale surfaced, circling their dinghy twice before diving.

Monts later, it returned, lifting their dinghy onto its back and speeding away.

The wolves howled in terror. Old Gu Six gripped the dinghy’s edge with one hand and clutched Chang'an with the other, fearing she’d be thrown off.

"Kid, we’ve been kidnapped by a fish. What if no one pays the ransom?"

Even in this absurdity, Old Gu Six’s mind went to negotiation—proof he was truly one of a kind.