I Knew It, This Suspicious Divine Rod Is Definitely Problematic

Departing from Eight Directions City, the Flower Shifting Palace adventurers headed west along the Long River. The fastest way would’ve been to hop on a jet-bike and ride the fiery tide straight to the South Wasteland—could’ve made it in a few days, easy. But this isn’t a race against others; it’s a race against ourselves. The Phantom Sword Saint was right: keep steady, don’t rush. Move forward, get stronger, and only then can you really achieve your goal.

From this moment on, the three from Flower Shifting Palace dove headfirst into some serious cultivation. Ever since they landed in this world, it’s been one thing after another—never really had a solid stretch of time to block out all distractions and just focus on martial arts.

Jack Young pulled out every spiritual medicine he’d snagged from the Herb House, sparing no expense. His two disciples, feeling their own weakness, buckled down too. The Long River is wide and mighty—perfect for heading to the South Wasteland. Following the river upstream beats riding horses or taking a car any day. Along the way, there are docks and towns big and small. Every stop means stocking up on supplies and sniffing out the latest rumors.

According to Fiona Fang’s info, there wasn’t much buzz in the martial world for the first two days, but by day three, rumors exploded. Gossip spreads way faster than boats—felt like the whole world knew in a blink. The Lianhua Compendium and the Wedding Dress Divine Skill, even though the news was patchy and scattered, got everybody’s attention.

Interest in legendary martial arts manuals is always sky-high in the martial world—not to mention all the fake news. A random rumor popping up online these days? Most folks just roast it and move on, hardly anyone takes it seriously.

But the catch is, this particular rumor was backed up by Ouyezi’s death.

Maybe the martial world hadn’t been this wild in ten years—people were losing their minds. That saying, “A rare jade means a rare encounter,” spread even further. Folks started digging out and smashing every fancy jade piece they could find, hoping for a miracle. The young guy who discovered the Jade Sword became an instant celebrity, and the ancient site where he found it got picked clean in no time. Of course, most of these efforts were a total bust.

All the talk about the Wedding Dress Divine Skill and the Lianhua Compendium was still just wild rumors—nobody could say what was true.

Then on the fifth day, a bombshell dropped that got everyone’s blood pumping. The Heavenly Dragon Temple is a famous Daoist spot, and it’s got a legendary Jade Flywhisk. Even though the flywhisk is made of jade, it doesn’t sink in water and is light as a feather—a real marvel, worshipped for years. But then a master thief snuck in and stole the Jade Flywhisk, and inside it, they found the second chapter of the Lianhua Compendium.

Word is, it’s the Lightness Skill chapter out of the nine Lianhua chapters, packed with incredible lightness techniques—and it even mentions the Wedding Dress Divine Skill.

From then on, everyone in the martial world finally got a clear idea about the Wedding Dress Divine Skill.

"Master, Master! That Jade Flywhisk also had a map of the South Wasteland inside! Now the whole place is in an uproar—some folks are even selling 'treasure maps' for a thousand gold apiece!" Fiona Fang burst into Jack Young’s room, yelling in a panic. Then she froze, let out a shriek, and bolted out, her face bright red. Rachel Luo, right behind her, was confused for a second, then realized what was up, spun around, and stammered, blushing, "Uh, sorry to interrupt—please, carry on!"

Jack Young stared at the door in shock, then overheard his two disciples chatting as they ran off:

"Sis, I’m scared out of my mind—how could Master do something so indecent!"

"He’s a single guy, not a sleazebag. You gotta be understanding—ugh, girl, just treat this like a nightmare and forget it ever happened…"

Jack Young’s jaw dropped—he was speechless. Finally, he slapped his forehead hard: Seriously, Rachel, what did you think you saw? Fiona, what exactly looked sleazy to you? I was just studying a thirty-centimeter-long, palm-thick, flexible jade rod! Okay, maybe that sounds a little sketchy, but I swear I wasn’t up to anything weird, dammit!

What Jack Young was holding was none other than that "miracle rod." If rare jade means a rare encounter, then of course he thought of this rod first. He bought it because, even though it’s jade, it’s super bendy—just couldn’t wrap his head around it. Now that the Lianhua Compendium business is out, naturally he had to check it out.

This miracle rod has a main body, a handle, and a rotating grip. Twist it and it rattles away. Judging by its size and use, it’s not something a woman could handle solo—you’d need at least one more person to operate it. Its instructions are… Why am I describing this sketchy thing in such detail? Whatever, just go ask Madam Dai if you really want the nitty-gritty.

"This thing just screams suspicious." Ignoring how sketchy it looked, Jack Young started a deep dive. Thanks to his experience cracking the Jade Sword’s secrets, he quickly got the hang of it. He was right in the middle of something crucial when Fiona Fang barged in—catching her teacher laser-focused on an awkward-looking object.

By the way, Madam Dai eventually gave Fiona Fang the basic rundown, so now the poor girl knows exactly what that thing’s for.

"Ugh... Forget it, no more explanations—let’s just crack it open." The more you explain, the messier it gets. Jack Young gripped the miracle rod, searching for the right angle, then twisted hard. With a crisp snap, a black ring appeared on the previously seamless rod.

"Yep, that’s it. And then—" Snap, snap. Jack Young kept testing it back and forth. The Jade Sword got busted during the scramble, but he figured such a clever mechanism couldn’t be single-use—there had to be a way to open it properly. He fiddled with it like a safecracker, and finally, with a loud pop, managed to open the whole miracle rod.

Whoosh—just like the Jade Sword, the miracle rod split into two pieces, and out tumbled a piece of fabric. Thanks to the rod’s shape, this time it was more like a scroll than a stick. Jack Young unfurled the scroll, and—just like before—it looked blank. So he channeled his internal energy, and after twenty-plus years of practice, sure enough, icy-cold characters started appearing on the cloth.

Jack Young skimmed through—most of it was the usual stuff. Every chapter starts with a random intro about the Lianhua Compendium and a reminder: "A rare jade means a rare encounter." There’s also a description of the Wedding Dress Divine Skill and a map. Skipping ahead, he saw some words that made his eyes go wide: Lianhua Nine Chapters—Sexual Nourishment Chapter.

Sexual... Nourishment...

Seeing those two words—and looking at the rod’s shape—if you still don’t get it, you’re hopeless. Jack Young felt a headache coming on. Wang Lianhua, you dirty old man! Over a hundred years old and still obsessed with collecting this kind of stuff. And the scroll was packed—words and diagrams galore, way more detailed than the Snow-Blowing Sword Technique. Three sword chapters combined didn’t take up this much space.

"Well, guess I’ll treat it like a study in weird techniques." Jack Young smacked his lips and kept reading. After a couple more glances, he realized why this chapter was so detailed—it had a story behind it. The writing was brief, but it lingered. In short, this Sexual Nourishment method actually came from Wang Lianhua’s dad.

Wang Lianhua’s dad was Chai Yuguan, nicknamed the Happy King. His claim to fame? Basically a book of erotic adventures. It’s all wild stories, zero shame, plot twists galore—until he ended up on top as the Happy King. The guy lived for pleasure, chasing every vice, never bothered with morals or dignity, and focused all his energy on lowbrow fun.

Imagine a top martial artist’s son copying his dad’s wild techniques—just picturing it is enough to make you dizzy.

The Happy King didn’t actually study martial arts for long, but he still became a master. If martial titles back then were like today’s, he’d be somewhere above Innate but below Saint Origin. A dirty old man who needed at least two women a day to be satisfied, yet he managed to become a legend—all thanks to his Sexual Nourishment secret technique.

The Happy King had seduced more scoundrels than he ever learned martial arts from, and eventually pieced together his own theory of yin-yang energy harvesting—enough to start his own school.

As Jack Young kept reading, he went from smirking and wincing to getting serious. All those so-called secret tricks to boost your manhood didn’t hold a candle to the stuff Pure Gentleman shared. Both focused on the art of mating, but the Happy King’s experience was miles behind Pure Gentleman—totally different league. Still, the parts about male vitality and life energy were actually pretty interesting.

"This Happy King was a real character." The more Jack Young studied, the more surprised he became, and he slowly started to get why Wang Lianhua made this Sexual Nourishment chapter a standalone piece.

In his manual, the Happy King pioneered the idea of the "sexual energy school"—a groundbreaking concept in a martial world obsessed with spirit-to-qi cultivation. He never mentioned refining essence into qi, but made it clear that human strength comes from two sources. If you want to train, you can use your head—or your lower half.

"Honestly, he’s not wrong—your lower half really is a huge motivator." Jack Young nodded, thinking back to his college dorm where his nerdy roommates never slept, always climbing fire escapes to hunt down, uh, adult material.

Then the Sexual Nourishment chapter laid out its theory: life energy flows throughout the body, but it’s especially dense and potent in those reproductive organs. If you can tap into that energy, you’ll get unbelievable results. The focus was on how to trigger a woman’s hidden energy and harvest it for yourself.

"Basically, it’s a selfish and exploitative trash technique, but not totally useless." To Jack Young, the method was still pretty crude—no real system, not fully researched. Cut out all the nonsense, and you’re left with just a few groundbreaking lines: exactly where a woman’s sexual energy hides and what it’s like.

Jack Young grabbed his notebook, started a fresh page, and jotted down the key points: "My other self could really use this stuff."

Once Jack Young put away his notebook, in another timeline, atop Misty Peak on Tianshan Mountain, Jill Young took hers out. She squinted at the notes, thought for a moment, then slapped her palm: "Of course! Why didn’t I think of that before? Now I’ve got a clue!"