The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 87

The person was bundled up like an old auntie, muttering incessantly under their breath. The father-daughter pair quietly approached, straining to eavesdrop.

"This mule has one ear longer than the other—such a strange mule, I’ve only ever seen one like it."

"It looks like that father and daughter’s mule was just like this."

"Mule, why are you here? Where’s your owner?"

Old Gu Six lifted his foot and kicked, sending the person tumbling face-first into the dirt.

"Pah! Pah! Who’s so rotten as to kick a man without aiming for the rear? Have you no manners?"

The man’s headscarf fell off as he scrambled up from the ground, his face flushed with anger. It was only then that the father and daughter recognized him—none other than that scoundrel Sheng San.

Sheng San gave an awkward chuckle upon seeing them. "Ah, what a coincidence!"

Old Gu Six stared at him impassively. "What are you doing here?"

"I—I’m looking for someone," he stammered, his eyes darting nervously.

"Stop looking. Go find a place to stay—whoever you’re searching for will come to you."

"You know who I’m looking for? You know where he is?"

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Old Gu Six hastily retreated, narrowly avoiding Sheng San’s grasp. He mentally pieced together the information he’d extracted from the black-clad men during interrogations. Who could Sheng San be searching for?

Old Gu Six had a hunch—it was probably the Fifth Prince.

With certainty, he said, "The person you’re looking for isn’t here."

With Sheng San around, Chang'an couldn’t retrieve their carriage. So Old Gu Six hoisted her onto the mule’s back and, ignoring Sheng San, led the mule away.

Watching them leave, Sheng San hesitated for a moment before trailing after them.

"Where are you headed? Can I come with you?" His martial skills were lacking, and having a capable fighter as company would make him feel safer.

"No," Old Gu Six refused outright.

"You don’t have to worry about feeding me—I’ll just tag along."

"I said no. If you keep following, don’t blame me for what happens next."

Sheng San shivered at the icy tone, pouting in resignation. "Fine, then."

He stood there, watching as Old Gu Six and Chang'an rode off, then turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Once they were sure no one was around, Chang'an retrieved the carriage.

"Dad, the Assassin Alliance is in Liangcheng. Which way is that?"

Old Gu Six spun in a circle, disoriented. He nudged the mule. "Which way to Liangcheng?"

The mule snorted at him and tried to kick, but Old Gu Six dodged.

Luck seemed to be on their side, though—the direction they randomly chose turned out to be the right one. They followed a trail of refugees fleeing other cities, trusting they wouldn’t go wrong.

After half a month, they arrived at Jiuqu Mountain outside Liangcheng—the Assassin Alliance’s hidden stronghold.

Disguised as villagers gathering firewood, they searched two mountains without success.

Standing atop a peak, Chang'an peered down, but the view was obscured by clouds.

"Dad, should we check below the cliff?"

They descended and re-entered the mountain from another side.

The cliff’s base was jagged with rocks, the path narrowing the deeper they went. But after squeezing through, they emerged into a breathtaking sight—a grove of blooming locust trees. Chang'an felt the sudden urge to relocate here for a peaceful life.

Most would marvel at the romantic sight of white petals fluttering in the wind. But Chang'an and Old Gu Six only saw food—steamed or stir-fried, these flowers were delicious.

As they stepped into the grove, Old Gu Six moved ahead of Chang'an.

"Follow my steps exactly. There’s a small Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams formation here."

Chang'an was puzzled—she saw nothing unusual, just an absence of wind in the grove.

"How can you tell?"

"Your grandfather taught me." Old Gu Six carefully guided her, correcting her when she nearly misstepped.

"One step forward, two steps back. Don’t mess up—one wrong move, and we’ll have to restart the whole thing."

It took them half an hour to navigate through the grove. On the other side, an elderly man stood waiting.

"Guests from afar bring honor to our humble Assassin Alliance."

The man was ancient, with white hair, a long beard, and deep wrinkles—yet his eyes gleamed with sharp vitality.

Realizing they’d been spotted, Old Gu Six cut straight to the point.

"We’re here to settle a grievance. May I ask who you are in the Assassin Alliance?"

The old man chuckled warmly. "However you wish to settle it, I won’t interfere."

With that, he stroked his beard and walked away. The father and daughter exchanged glances—what a strange man.

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Since he wasn’t an obstacle, his identity didn’t matter.

Another short walk brought them to a village—nothing like the imposing fortress Chang'an had imagined.

Instead, it resembled a rustic farming hamlet. The contrast left her speechless. Since when did assassins live so idyllically?

Neatly arranged thatched cottages dotted the landscape, each with vegetable gardens and a few chickens. At midday, smoke curled from chimneys as meals were prepared.

The appearance of strangers disrupted the peace. Villagers—some clutching spatulas, others brooms, one even holding a chicken and two cabbages—emerged from their homes.

They leaped onto roofs, scaled fences, and within moments, surrounded the newcomers with hostile glares.

Old Gu Six remained unfazed, drawing his sword. "Who’s the leader of the Assassin Alliance?"

At the mention of their leader, the crowd instantly relaxed, lazily dispersing back to their chores.

A portly middle-aged man was unceremoniously tossed at Old Gu Six’s feet.

"This is our leader. Whatever you need, he can handle it," someone called before leaving.

The man flopped on the ground before scrambling up.

Chang'an: This is beyond surreal.

The leader flicked his hair with exaggerated flair. "Well? What’s the matter? Here to join the Assassin Alliance?"

Old Gu Six kept his sword raised. "Who commissioned the hit on a father and daughter?"

"What hit? Why would we target a father and daughter?"

The leader hopped in agitation, desperate to clear their name. He bellowed, "Did anyone here take a job to kill a father and daughter?"

A chorus of replies echoed through the village:

"Nope."

"Haven’t had work in six months."

"Who’d be that heartless?"

The leader solemnly assured Old Gu Six, "Rest assured, honesty is one of the few virtues we assassins hold dear. Give us time, and we’ll uncover the truth for you."

"See that you do. If anyone else claims to be from your Assassin Alliance and comes after us, your fate will be like this tree."

Old Gu Six unleashed his full strength, cleaving the ancient tree at the entrance of the village—one so massive it took four grown men to encircle its trunk—clean in half with a single sword strike.

"Holy smokes," the Alliance Leader gulped, nodding hurriedly.

This guy could split a giant tree with one swing. Even Slaughter, the strongest fighter in the Assassin Alliance, couldn’t manage it in fewer than two strikes.

Why did he know that?

Because he’d tried it himself—the village had more than one tree of that size.

Back then, Slaughter had been utterly embarrassed.