The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 120

"What we’re looking for isn’t just in one place. With all the detours, do you really think we’ll find our way back?"

Chang'an wasn’t optimistic—leaving the mule here meant they’d likely never see it again.

In the end, the mule came along—a mule that had seen the world.

The mountain paths were treacherous, and it was a mystery how the Yuan family had managed to hide their treasure deep in the wilderness.

The terrain was damp, reeking of rotting leaves. In such areas, they had to watch their step—just because snakes hibernated didn’t mean they wouldn’t encounter one.

And if not snakes, then insects. A single bite could mean an early funeral.

Beyond the dense forest lay a winding stream, surrounded by overgrown weeds. Further ahead was a field of scattered boulders.

The silver wolf led them to a waterfall and let out two sharp "awoos."

Old Gu Six glanced down at it and asked coolly, "The entrance is behind the waterfall?"

The wolf’s eyes gleamed, confirming his guess.

Chang'an thought, Isn’t this just like that monkey’s Water Curtain Cave?

She pulled out a raincoat for herself and handed a rain poncho to Old Gu Six. With the waterfall’s heavy flow, they’d get soaked without protection.

Behind the waterfall was indeed a hidden cavern, but the treasure wasn’t in the outer cave—they had to go deeper.

"Little Silver, how did you even find this place?"

The wolf shook off the water and barked once.

Chang'an figured some other animal must have tipped it off and didn’t press further. Since she couldn’t understand anyway, she left it at that.

The mule stayed outside—it was too difficult to bring it along any further.

After walking about twenty meters deep, they finally reached the end.

Father and daughter shone their flashlights around, feeling along the walls for hidden mechanisms.

But after searching for a long time, they found nothing. Maybe it was too well-hidden.

"Could it be on the ground instead of the walls?" Old Gu Six crouched to inspect the floor.

Chang'an tapped around with a stick, accomplishing little.

Then Old Gu Six tried moving a small, unassuming stone block in their path—about the size of two bricks—but it wouldn’t budge.

Realization struck: this had to be the mechanism.

He twisted it right—nothing. Left—still nothing.

"Try pushing it forward?" Chang'an suggested.

With a loud rumble, a stone door slid open.

A narrow passage, just wide enough for one person, revealed itself in the side wall.

The silver wolf darted in first, followed by Old Gu Six, with Chang'an bringing up the rear.

No traps or hidden weapons greeted them. Had the treasure’s owner assumed no one would find it? Or was it a kindness to future heirs, sparing them from accidental harm?

But upon entering the treasure chamber, Chang'an realized her mistake—the traps weren’t at the entrance. They were inside.

The underground palace was vast, its walls lined with lamps that ignited spontaneously as they entered.

The pillars were carved with soaring vermilion birds.

Chang'an found the design odd. Most families would carve dragons—only the Yuan clan chose a bird.

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But that was trivial. The real issue was whether her spatial storage could hold everything.

A quick mental check confirmed her fears were unfounded—the newly expanded thousand-square-meter warehouse was more than enough.

The old man must have foreseen this.

Chang'an approached the nearest wooden chest, eager to peek inside—until she heard a sharp click.

A hail of arrows shot from hidden slots in the walls. Old Gu Six yanked Chang'an back, retreating all the way to the entrance.

The silver wolf cowered behind a stack of chests, trembling in silence as if afraid the arrows might notice it.

The father and daughter stood outside, watching the arrows fly wildly in all directions. They waited for about half an hour until the hidden mechanism finally ran out of ammunition.

"This trap isn't very well-made," Old Gu Six remarked with an air of expertise.

Then he turned to Chang'an and said, "Sweetheart, wait here for a bit. Let me check if there are any other traps first."

Chang'an nodded. Since she had been the one to trigger the earlier mechanism—perhaps due to bad luck today—it was better to let her father take the lead.

After Old Gu Six inspected the area and no more traps were triggered, Chang'an finally stepped forward.

She didn’t bother examining what was inside; she simply stored everything in her spatial storage. She could sort through it all later—it wasn’t going anywhere.

The thousand-square-meter warehouse in her space was instantly filled halfway. The bronze lamp stands placed on either side of the grand hall, shaped like lush little trees, were particularly eye-catching, so she took those too.

Anything that could be moved was swiftly swept into her storage. In less than a quarter of an hour, the hall was completely stripped bare.

Before leaving, Old Gu Six carved a line into one of the hall’s pillars: "No treasure here. You’ve been fooled, idiots."

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Chang'an suddenly thought of excavators—her father might have a real talent for this kind of thing.

Emerging from behind the waterfall, they found their mule still lying obediently where they had left it.

Seeing them return, it immediately stood up and kicked its hooves a couple of times.

"Legs asleep?" Chang'an wondered.

She pulled out the map. The next marked location, a small flag drawn halfway up the mountain, required crossing two more peaks from their current position.

"Little Silver, take a good look at this place and remember it. We’re counting on you," she said.

"Sweetheart, maybe we should wait until tomorrow to move on? It’s already evening, and traveling through the mountains at night isn’t safe—let alone finding a decent place to rest," Old Gu Six suggested, glancing at the darkening sky.

Chang'an smacked her forehead—she hadn’t thought that through.

They gathered some grass for the mule, storing extra in their spatial storage, then collected dry firewood before heading back to the cave behind the waterfall.

Just as they were about to put on their raincoats, rustling sounds came from the nearby woods, followed by the crisp snap of dry branches underfoot.