Chen Feng sat cross-legged on the grass, a hemp rope floating before him. The various peculiar polysaccharides in this world gave the fibers of this rope extraordinary toughness and made them difficult to decay, making it an ideal medium for recording events through knots.
And that formidable toughness also made the rope all the harder to tame.
But the skills passed down through the Nan Clan over countless years happened to be capable of handling every possibility that could arise from a single rope.
The first step was twisting.
Apply a rotational force to the many fibers already twisted into a single strand. In this way, the rope would generate a force in the opposite direction. The sensation of that force at one's fingertips was like an untamed pack beast. One had to use one's fingers to control it, guiding that force in suitable directions, borrowing force to strike with force, using the tiniest pushes and pulls to alter the direction in which the "pack beast" ran.
This, too, was a kind of calculation.
Every member of the Nan Clan knew how to tie knots. It was said that the Nan Clan cultivators with the deepest attainments could exhaust every statement a rope could express before tying even the first knot.
But humans could not do this. With only ten fingers, the human race had no way to compare with Nan Clan members, who were born with four hands, twenty-eight fingers, and four extra thumbs.
Fortunately, these people were cultivators, so they had their own methods.
Directly using spiritual power to manipulate the rope was one of the solutions Chen Feng and Xue Bufan had come up with.
Under the guidance of spiritual power, the rope obediently formed its final shape.
"Bind Heaven and Earth, knot all things; my qi