The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter Chapter 125

Chang'an looked at the cauldron, then at Old Gu Six.

Was this the world of foodies that she just couldn’t understand?

Were they cooking such a huge pot to feed the entire village?

But since it was what Old Gu Six wanted, she might as well give it to him.

"I’ll store it in my space for now and give it to you later, alright?"

Old Gu Six subtly retracted the leg he’d been about to step forward with and nodded with a grin. "Good daughter, hurry up and put it away then."

Oops! Almost slipped up again.

Maybe it was ti to co clean to his daughter? But his mories weren’t complete yet.

Ah, forget it. He’d wait a little longer—see if his mories would fully return first.

Chang'an waved her hand, and the cauldron vanished on the spot. Then they realized—there was no staircase to the fifth floor?

Just as she was wondering how to get up, Old Gu Six kicked a groove in the wall, and the bricks folded down like a stack of cards, transforming into stairs.

The fifth floor was entirely stocked with dicinal herbs. The first thought that crossed Chang'an’s mind was, With this much, we could eat them as als for years.

But herbs couldn’t just be stored haphazardly. Chang'an placed them in a large room on the villa’s third floor, taking the entire dicine cabinet along with them.

The sixth floor didn’t have much—just two dicine cabinets. When opened, they revealed rows of bottles and jars filled with pills of various uses.

Chang'an stored them all in the sa room as the herbs.

Who knows if they’ve expired after all this ti?

Old Gu Six suddenly piped up, "Daughter, those brown pills are sweet—you can eat them like candy."

Then she saw him clutching a small porcelain jar, already munching away.

Chang'an: "..."

"Dad, can’t you just stay still for once? These have been sitting here for over a hundred years! Aren’t you afraid of getting a stomachache?"

"Don’t worry, daughter. Pills don’t expire. I just tried one—it’s delicious, with a fruity flavor."

Before Chang'an could reply, a pill was popped into her mouth. And… it really was tasty, like a piece of fruit candy.

She imdiately shut her mouth after eating it—because it was that good. She even took out another jar later.

Each jar held ten pills, which the father-daughter pair split evenly between them.

As for dicinal effects? They didn’t feel anything. Maybe they had expired after all.

To Chang'an, the seventh floor was just a pile of useless things—but to the Yuan family, they must have held great significance.

Rows of ancestral tablets and portraits. Were they really this good-looking, or did the artists just flatter them?

Not a single one was ugly, though the one in the center at the front looked a bit fierce.

This Yuan Jia figure stood in the C-position—probably the clan leader or founding ancestor.

"Daughter, we should go. Let’s not disturb them."

Chang'an: You have the nerve to say that? We’ve already looted everything.

Old Gu Six grabbed Chang'an and flew straight out the window. Then the two proceeded to ransack every palace and courtyard, taking anything remotely useful into their space.

The silver wolf had already erged ahead of them, waiting by the gorge’s entrance.

Once they’d looted to their satisfaction, Old Gu Six left a ssage in front of the tower:

"I got here before you. Surprised? Thrilled? Too bad—it’s all gone! Hahaha!"

Only then did the father and daughter leave the underground palace. But while climbing the exit steps, Chang'an cursed the Yuan family again. Just how much did they love climbing stairs?

They shouldn’t have lived here—they should’ve been sent to the modern era, stuck in an old apartnt building with no elevator, forced to climb seven floors every single day. Then let’s see if they still liked steps!

Halfway up, Chang'an made Old Gu Six carry her on his back. She was done walking. Using qinggong? She was afraid she’d miss a foothold, fall, and have to climb all over again.

Starting over would be bad enough, but worse—she might die at the tender age of twelve.

Slipping on these smooth steps would be easy. But she couldn’t figure out why her dad wasn’t using qinggong either.

Wasn’t it exhausting to carry her while climbing?

"Dad, why don’t you just fly up with qinggong?"

"Look up. What do you see?" His breathing was even, as if carrying soone while climbing stairs was nothing to him.

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Old Gu Six suddenly rembered sothing and explained, "Can’t fly up. We have to walk."

Once back on the surface, Old Gu Six reset the chanisms, sealing the entrance to the underground palace.

In true troublemaker fashion, he altered the traps, leaving the stone ball conspicuously out in the open.

You know this is probably part of the chanism, but you just can’t open it. Infuriating, isn’t it?

Next ti, anyone wanting to enter would have to move the first pile of rubble.

"Daughter, the other treasure sites probably only have small amounts. The real haul was here—this place was the most unique."

Chang'an figured the most valuable items were the pills, the blue pearls Old Gu Six had her store separately, and that box of rmaid tears.

Sure enough, Old Gu Six said, "The things here are priceless—you couldn’t buy them even with all the silver in the world. How could re mortal treasures compare?"

He continued, "rmaid tears extend life. A single one is rare beyond asure, and now you have a whole box—at least a hundred. Keep them safe. Don’t tell anyone, and never give them away—no matter who asks."

"Got it, Dad. So… when you’re about to kick the bucket, should I give you one?" What a filial question.

Old Gu Six: "…If circumstances allow, then yes. One would be nice."

Truly, having you is my greatest blessing.

As they bickered their way out, Chang'an sohow stumbled upon another of Old Gu Six’s slip-ups.

"Dad, if circumstances allow, why don’t you confess—have I gotten a new dad or not?"

How did she suddenly beco so sharp? Aside from still being hopeless with directions, she now understood everything. There was no way her late grandfather could’ve taught him all this.

Old Gu Six nearly jumped. "Of course not! You can’t just swap out a dad, right?"

"If nothing’s changed, then I can’t think of any excuse for your sudden encyclopedic knowledge." Chang'an rubbed her chin. Had he been transmigrated too?

If so, who was inside him now? If he was younger than her, then calling him "Dad" would an he was the one taking advantage!

Old Gu Six scratched his head. He didn’t want her to know he’d regained so mories—he just wanted to mooch off his kid. Was that so wrong?

No flaws here. If his daughter found out he was still directionally challenged despite his awakened mories, where would his dignity as a father be?

And if she refused to support him anymore? That’d be even worse.

"Rember when I took a dip in the sea last ti? Sohow, all this knowledge just popped into my head. But I am your real dad—nothing’s changed. Really."

Chang'an thought it over, then decided to ask Uncle about it when he returned.

For now, since this was still the sa Old Gu Six, she’d let it slide. More knowledge was better than none, right?

One of them had to be competent—if both were useless, how would they survive?

Now she could mooch off him. Perfectly logical.

Then again, like father, like daughter—one wanted to live off the other’s efforts, and vice versa.

No, Old Gu Six was worse. He wanted to mooch off both ends.