The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 156

They packed up their things, and the old man hurriedly returned. He tossed Chang'an two teleportation talismans—one for going, one for returning, just enough for the trip.

"How do I use these?"

"Give them to my—no, your father. He knows how."

With that, he left immediately, afraid the father-daughter pair would try to squeeze more out of him. Not only did he leave, but he also severed all contact right after.

Old Gu Six took the talismans from Chang'an's hands. Before she could even see how he activated them, the two of them appeared deep in the mountains of Liangzhou County.

This was deeper into the wilderness than where they had gone treasure hunting—almost like a primeval forest.

A chilly wind seeped into their collars, sending an eerie shiver down Chang'an's spine. She tightened her coat.

Old Gu Six was uneasy about her safety. He could sense the sinister aura lurking nearby.

Just in case, he decided it was best for his daughter to wait in his pocket dimension.

"Sweetheart, why don’t you stay in my space for now?"

"Fine." Walking through rough terrain wasn’t easy with her short legs anyway.

He summoned the silver wolf to guide the way. This wasn’t the time to get lost—they’d taken payment in merits, so professionalism was key.

As they approached their destination, a putrid stench assaulted Old Gu Six’s senses, nearly knocking him out. He immediately shut off his sense of smell.

The silver wolf gagged.

It refused to go any further, demanding to return to the pocket dimension.

Seeing its disgusted expression, Old Gu Six felt a rare flicker of conscience and recalled it.

They were already close—no chance of getting lost now.

After walking another quarter of an hour, they came across a group of Taoist priests in green robes sprawled on the ground, unconscious or worse.

One of the older priests seemed slightly better off. When he saw Old Gu Six approaching alone—and seemingly just an ordinary man—he immediately shouted, "This is no place for you! Leave at once!"

Old Gu Six gave him an indifferent glance, ignoring the fallen figures around them, and strode lightly toward the tomb entrance.

He moved as casually as if he were strolling through his own vegetable patch.

Then the old priest watched in horror as Old Gu Six brute-forced the tomb door open. The priest tried desperately to stop him but was too late—nearly fainting from sheer frustration.

BOOM.

The heavy stone door collapsed with a deafening crash. The old priest’s pupils shrank in shock. That door had been immovable without the proper mechanism.

Yet this man had toppled it with just a wave of his hand? Suddenly, he felt utterly useless.

After returning from the South Sea, Old Gu Six had felt too vulnerable with his divine power completely sealed. So, while gathering clams for Chang'an in the ocean, he’d reworked the seal—this time leaving himself one percent of his power.

It was within the world’s tolerance, and within the rules set by Heaven’s Mandate.

Sure, he could’ve beaten up Heaven’s Mandate and kept more, but that was too much trouble. One percent was enough.

The commotion outside roused the dormant zombie in the tomb. With an enraged roar, it shot out like a bullet.

Old Gu Six clicked his tongue. "Disgusting."

He took several steps back in disgust. Even with his sense of smell shut off, he could still smell the rot.

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Inside the pocket dimension, Chang'an crouched on the ground, watching the scene unfold. Her heart leapt into her throat, eyes unblinking.

Beside her, four wolves sat just as still, staring intently.

Outside, the old priest was fuming. He’d never seen someone so determined to get themselves killed. Struggling to his feet, he grabbed his coin-sword and charged at the zombie, trying to divert its attention.

Old Gu Six, however, remained unhurried. He summoned his bonded sword, Lan You, and channeled divine energy into it, breathing life into the blade.

The sword flew from his hand and engaged the zombie on its own—toying with it, making the creature spin in circles.

The old priest, mid-charge, nearly tripped over himself. He barely managed to halt his attack. So this man isn’t ordinary after all.

He sheathed his sword and retreated to watch from a safe distance.

Old Gu Six coldly commanded, "Lan You."

The sword paused briefly, then stopped playing around. It launched a fierce assault, overwhelming the zombie.

With one final strike, Lan You pierced the zombie’s skull. Old Gu Six snapped his fingers, summoning a bolt of black lightning that struck the zombie’s body.

Smoke and flames erupted from the creature. Though the head wound hadn’t killed it, the lightning reduced it to ashes in seconds.

The old priest gaped. Why wasn’t this man called in earlier?

Why wait until half of us were sacrificed before bringing him here? Whose bright idea was that?

As Old Gu Six turned to leave, the priest scrambled after him. "W-wait! May I ask which sect you belong to?"

Old Gu Six glanced at him indifferently. "No sect."

His icy tone sent a chill down the priest’s spine. Recluses like him disliked revealing their whereabouts—he’d overstepped.

Of course the man was displeased. The priest bowed and stepped aside, not daring to say more lest he provoke him.

Powerful figures always had tempers. Even those with half-baked skills were notoriously arrogant.

Ignoring the unconscious bodies strewn across the ground, Old Gu Six walked away in another direction.

Once he was sure no one was around, he released the silver wolf again.

Chang'an suddenly spoke up from the pocket dimension. "Dad, why didn’t you check the tomb for loot?"

"Ah. Got distracted by the fight." He’d forgotten in the middle of looking cool.

He didn’t let Chang'an out yet but turned back toward the tomb. I killed the zombie—why should the grave goods go to someone else?

Luckily, he hadn’t gone far. The return trip was quick. With the main threat gone, the minor traps and critters inside were nothing to him.

The tomb was vast, with two chambers dedicated to burial goods—antiques, pottery jars filled with copper coins, no gold or silver, but plenty of jade artifacts.

One room held two shelves of bamboo scrolls. Old Gu Six skimmed through them—all cultivation manuals.

So the zombie was a cultivator. Another one Heaven’s Mandate missed. He scoffed. That old fool needs to train a successor.

Always forgetting things—first a turtle, now a person. At least the turtle hadn’t crawled out of the deep sea to cause trouble.

Then again, this zombie had only awakened because humans disturbed it. They’d brought this on themselves.

He stored both shelves in his pocket dimension, meticulously checking every corner to ensure nothing was left behind.

The main burial chamber was empty except for a stone coffin in the center—presumably the zombie’s former resting place.

Old Gu Six peered inside and found a rusted sword. He took that too.

Satisfied, he left the tomb.

The silver wolf waited outside and immediately stood to guide him once more. Chang'an remained in the pocket dimension.

"Dad, did you forget something?"

Old Gu Six replied gently, "No. The terrain here is rough. Wait until we’re further out, alright?"

"But Dad, don’t we still have one teleportation talisman left? Why not just go back?"

"Sweetheart, let’s not return yet. I want to see if we can find a better place to settle down here."

"You want to move?"

"Yes. That place isn’t ideal anymore."

"Alright then."

Chang'an absentmindedly glanced outside—and spotted a little silver krait coiled in the middle of the path, puffing itself up like it owned the place.

"Dad, go on, hit it!"