The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 103

With Big White leading the way, they could reach home in a day. With Old Gu Six guiding, it was estimated to take two days, but in reality, it took three.

No one knew how they ended up taking such a detour—it was even more unreliable than a faulty GPS.

Still, it was a relief they finally made it home, which counted as significant progress.

After returning, the father and daughter stayed put, diligently weaving fishing nets at home without causing any more trouble.

Chang'an's hands grew rough and discolored from twisting hemp fibers, and after countless trials, they finally managed to weave the net.

But fate refused to cooperate. Thunderstorms raged for three straight days, with no sign of stopping.

Then came the downpour—venturing out to sea in such weather would be like delivering themselves as shark takeout.

So the pair stayed indoors, growing as idle as mushrooms.

One night, thunder and lightning roared incessantly, and the dark, distant sea resembled a vast abyss, as if ready to devour everything.

"Boom!" The deafening echoes sounded like someone was blasting mountains with dynamite.

Chang'an even felt their house tremble.

Old Gu Six turned serious and instructed her, "Daughter, we’re staying put these days. Don’t go anywhere. If someone knocks, let me answer."

"Alright," Chang'an nodded, sensing something unusual about the mountain explosions. Best to steer clear of unrelated trouble.

Three days later, the silver wolf and its mate returned—but without their cubs.

"Little White, where are your pups? Did you give them away?"

"Owwoo!" Little White shook her head as if responding to Chang'an.

"No? Isn’t it too harsh to leave them to fend for themselves so young?"

Were these wolf parents heartless? Abandoning their less-than-a-year-old cubs just like that?

Meanwhile, the abandoned wolf pups were deep in the mountains, living among a pack under the care of an elderly wolf—effectively becoming boarding-school wolf cubs.

The three little ones woke up one day, utterly baffled to find their parents gone, left with only a shabby cave as their new home and an old wolf as their guardian.

"Owwoo?" How did this happen? Too young to search for their parents, they had no choice but to stay with the elder wolf for now.

When the weather finally cleared, Old Gu Six and Chang'an prepared to set sail.

As usual, they stored everything movable into their spatial storage, leaving behind an empty house.

They could simply retrieve everything upon their return—no dust, no cleaning hassles.

Old Gu Six carried the fishing net over his shoulder—mostly for show. Lately, people had been lingering outside the valley, some even asking him to guide them into the mountains.

Hearing someone request "Old Gu Six" as their guide, Chang'an couldn’t help but admire their "keen eye for talent."

Of course, guiding was out of the question—now and forever.

On the beach, they ran into Young Master Yao, who had mastered the art of swearing oaths. Chang'an gave him a puzzled look—what was he up to now?

Young Master Yao, however, was as enthusiastic as an unleashed husky, bouncing toward the father-daughter pair.

"Heroes! Remember me?"

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"Are you heading out to fish?"

Seeing his eagerness to chat, Old Gu Six set down the net and asked casually, "What brings you here?"

As they spoke, the others from Young Master Yao’s boat arrived.

Yao Jixin eagerly introduced them, "This is my grandpa, this is my dad, and these are my Second Uncle Yao and Third Uncle Yao."

The elder, Grandpa Yao, had snow-white eyebrows, hair, and beard, with a ruddy complexion and piercing eyes. His posture was upright, and his white robes gave him an almost immortal aura.

The three middle-aged men behind him shared strikingly similar features—even their smiles were identical, like refined scholars from a private academy.

Chang'an glanced back at Yao Jixin. Was this a case of genetic mutation?

Without waiting for formal greetings, Yao Jixin launched into a rapid-fire explanation.

"Hero, did you know? Someone dug up a grave behind your house—apparently a massive one, said to belong to an immortal cultivator from a thousand years ago. Rumor has it there are cultivation manuals inside, and now everyone’s rushing into the mountains to snatch them.

Even the three warring factions outside have called a truce—they’ve all gone tomb-raiding for those manuals.

Dreaming of immortality, huh? Never occurred to them—if it were real, why would the tomb’s occupant be lying there dead?"

Yao Jixin didn’t buy it. He believed in the natural order of life and death—no such thing as eternal life.

But his grandpa and dad insisted on coming to see for themselves. What was there to see?

Chang'an mused: Maybe it wasn’t just a small grave but an ancient tomb?

Given the commotion that night, the tomb must be sizable. Those people they’d met in the mountains were probably tomb hunters.

The Yao family didn’t interrupt Yao Jixin, standing at a polite distance with smiles as he rambled on.

The head of the Yao family had initially wanted to rein in his foolish son, but Grandpa Yao stopped him.

The head of the Yao family looked at his father in confusion, only to see the old man shaking his head with an inscrutable expression, saying nothing.

When Yao Jixin finished speaking, Old Gu Six merely responded with a faint "Oh," then added, "Well, good luck to you."

"Hey, hero, don’t you want to go watch the excitement? What’s so fun about fishing? The mountain must be way more interesting right now."

"You go ahead. I think fishing is more fun than climbing mountains," Old Gu Six said, hoisting the fishing net back onto his shoulder and nodding distantly at the Yao family as a greeting.

"Wait for me, wait for me! I’ll go fishing with you too!" Yao Jixin chased after them for a few steps before his father grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.

"You can play after we finish our business."

The Yao family proceeded up the mountain, dragging a loudly protesting Yao Jixin along. On the way, the head of the Yao family asked Grandpa Yao, "Father, why?"

He was asking why they hadn’t stopped Yao Jixin earlier.

Grandpa Yao stroked his long beard and said leisurely, "Meeting a benefactor, forging karma."

The Yao family members instantly widened their eyes. Second Uncle Yao asked, "Jixin, what did you do? How did you end up entangled in karma?"

Their family disliked karma the most—it was hard to sever and even harder to repay.

Just like the unresolved karma between the Yao and Zhang Families, lingering for generations without being settled. It was downright infuriating.

In truth, cutting ties with the Zhang Family would be simple, but the Zhangs refused to let go, leaving the Yaos no choice.

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Their ancestors had been too honest, and as descendants, they couldn’t just ignore their obligations.

Grandpa Yao reached up and smacked Second Uncle Yao on the back of the head. "I said six words, and you only heard three?"

"This is good karma. Don’t worry—Jixin will have great fortune in the future."

The three Yao brothers exchanged glances: Such good luck? Why hadn’t they encountered it?

Yao Jixin muttered to himself at the back, completely oblivious to what his grandfather and uncle were discussing.

The family huffed and puffed their way up the mountain.

Meanwhile, Chang'an and her father, Old Gu Six, finally set sail.

Thud! Thud! The boat suddenly rocked violently a few times.