The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 162

"Ugh, what rotten luck!

I wasn’t fast enough.

[No, no, go away.]

'No, no!' Old Gu Six clung to his father’s leg, floating mid-air like a child throwing a tantrum for a toy.

The old man’s forehead twitched violently, the urge to strangle this idiot overwhelming.

He kicked twice but couldn’t shake him off. Squatting down, he tried prying him loose—not that he didn’t want to resort to force, but he simply couldn’t overpower this crafty sixth-born anymore.

[Let go, brat! My leg’s about to snap.]

'Then hurry up and give me more merit points!'

The old man took a deep breath, reluctantly tossing him another ten thousand merit points. Feeling Old Gu Six loosen his grip, he immediately scrambled away in a desperate escape.

If it weren’t for that fool Heavenly Dao pitifully begging him for help, he’d never have wanted to see this father-daughter pair again in this lifetime.

Honestly, Heavenly Dao, where’s that bold energy you had when you threatened to stew them into soup? Why chicken out now?

Now he’d suffered heavy losses. Unacceptable—he had to recoup them.

The feud between the old man and Heavenly Dao was lost on the father-daughter duo. Even if they knew, they’d just help squeeze out a little more.

Chang’an calmly continued picking mushrooms with her father in tow—no rush.

She leisurely repeated the old man’s words to Old Gu Six, unaware her father had heard everything from start to finish… and even negotiated a higher price.

'Dad, our house was just built, and now we have to leave again. Can we move the house and peach grove into the spatial pocket?'

'Doable. ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌‍But, kiddo, the old man didn’t tell us where the outsiders are. Also, mending dimensional rifts costs merit points.'

Hearing repairs required merit, Chang’an balked. Was it easy earning merit for Old Gu Six?

Then let's just evict the outsiders and skip the repairs. The old man didn't pay enough.

Old Gu Six grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. 'Relax, Dad’s got a plan.'

Extort Heavenly Dao, of course. This was His world—He should foot the repair bill.

Chang'an found her father's smirk suspiciously sinister. Whatever his plan was, it couldn't be good.

'Can you even tell who’s an outsider?' Her intuition told her his skills were maxed out.

'Yep!' He thumped his chest confidently. With him around, no surprises.

'Kid, let’s hold off leaving for two more days.' Soon, his daughter could return to her true form—way handier in fights.

He hadn’t expected the opportunity to come so soon. He’d assumed they’d have to wait until her mortal lifespan ended.

Maybe it was tied to the task the old man assigned them.

Chang’an had no objections. Timing didn’t matter—this time, they’d take their home along.

The sudden natural disaster caught the emperor off guard. Talk about unlucky for a 'Chosen One.'

The people thought their days of fleeing famine were over, only for a downpour to drench them in the chilling reality.

The blooming peach blossoms, house, and vegetable garden—even the foundation—were relocated into the spatial pocket, leaving behind a gaping pit.

Chang’an manually shut her dropped jaw. She’d just watched her father weave an intricate seal in the air (way too complex to copy), and poof—everything vanished.

'Dad, I thought we were both slackers? When did you sneak in extra lessons?' Who’d he even apprenticed under?

'You can do it too. Wanna learn?' Old Gu Six hauled her into the spatial pocket.

Chang’an nodded dumbly. Useful trick—next time they looted a place, they could yoink the whole house.

The moment she nodded, her father tapped her forehead.

Then—nothing. Darkness swallowed her consciousness.

Old Gu Six lined the spirit spring with spirit stones, placing Chang’an inside. Sitting cross-legged nearby, the ice-blue mark on his forehead flickered.

His hands formed another seal, activating an array that channeled the spirit stone's energy into Chang'an and the little dragon.

A blinding light erupted, piercing the spatial barrier and shooting into the heavens.

The celestial phenomenon bathed the Ji Kingdom. Some even heard a dragon’s roar—just like during the drought years ago. Now, amid floods, it echoed again.

'Divine signs during disasters? What’s the meaning?'

The common people spun their own myths.

Meanwhile, the court simmered with intrigue. The ministers shared one thought: the apparition appeared in the southwest. Was Prince Qi the true Chosen One? ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

The emperor lounged on his throne, scoffed at the murmuring officials. 'General Yun, take the army southwest and eliminate Prince Qi. Reclaim his fiefdom.'

Yun Zhiheng, busy fiddling with his fingers, jolted at the summons—nearly snapping his own digit.

He shot the emperor an accusing look before lazily stepping forward. 'Your servant obeys.'

The court froze. Since when did the emperor execute people so… openly?

'We beg Your Majesty to reconsider!'

The emperor ignored the kneeling crowd, his voice dripping with menace.

'Instead of solving the people’s plight, you debate the Chosen One? Or have you forgotten this is my court?'

Since you're all so idle, report to the disaster zones and serve the common people.

After the court session, edicts flew from the palace. Half the old officials were exiled to disaster zones, their positions immediately filled by the emperor's handpicked replacements.

Transition? Unnecessary. They’d been prepped long ago—right under the ministers’ noses.

By the time the ousted officials returned, their power would be long gone.

Unaware they’d nudged history, the father-daughter pair now stared at each other.

'Dad, care to explain?'

Chang’an opened her eyes to see her body dissolving into starlight—only to find herself inside a dragon.

Fine, not human anymore. But did she have to sound like a squeaky toy?

Real dragons roared with majesty. Her squeak just screamed 'feed me.'

Old Gu Six poked her giant head. 'Because you were never human. Just will yourself into human form.'

Plop! The dragon transformed mid-air… and promptly sank in the spring, the water reaching her chin.

Chang'an instinctively recoiled. 'Why am I shrinking now?'

Her height had shrunk, but not her weight. The chubby proportions made her want to hide.

Dragons age one year per century. You're still a toddler," Old Gu Six deadpanned, tapping her forehead. A five-year-old cub dangled from his grip.

Limbs flailing, Chang’an checked for clothes (thankfully present).

Then, memories surfaced: hatching, getting captured, dying. Reincarnating elsewhere. Then being found by the old man—no, her grandfather—and sent back.

So Old Gu Six really was her dad?

His claim about being a dragon? Also true.

Chang’an facepalmed with tiny claws. His five failed tribulations? Not because he was unreliable… but because of her?

In the first lifetime, he failed to find his daughter, and the mortal vessel was lost. Old Gu Six, the father, turned dark.

In the second and third lifetimes, he became the ultimate villain.

The same happened in the following lifetimes. Later, he found Purple Extreme, and his darkness no longer manifested as mere villainy—instead, he chose to destroy the world outright.

Chang'an gasped sharply. Everything had started because of her, yet it was her father, Old Gu Six, who bore the weight of the karmic debt.

No wonder he could be so ruthless. She threw her arms around Old Gu Six's arm and wailed, "Dad, I’ll be filial to you!"

Her cries sounded as if her father were about to drop dead any second, her tiny voice trembling, even the baby fat on her cheeks quivering twice.

Old Gu Six picked her up and said gently, "Good. Then hand over all your assets to me."

Chang'an: How can you say something so cruel in such a tender voice?

She wiped the touched look off her face, retracted her chubby little arms from around his neck, and squirmed to be put down.

"Pretend I never said it."

The moment her feet touched the ground, her short legs moved at lightning speed, and in a blink, she was gone.

What a nimble little chubby girl.

Chang'an was relieved. At least only her body had shrunk, not her brain regressing to a five-year-old’s—otherwise, her fortune would’ve been lost today.