The Maoshan Shangqing Sect's method of nurturing magical artifacts overlapped somewhat with Dragon-Tiger Mountain's. Especially with basic artifacts like the Demon-Binding Rope, Lin Feng found that they used the same methods.
There was no distinction between them.
Who knew how many years the Demon-Binding Rope had gone without nurturing? After Lin Feng nurtured it just a little, it hid inside his body, allowing him to carry it around normally.
Lin Feng boarded the plane with the Demon-Binding Rope.
The Demon-Binding Rope went undetected.
It hid inside his body, nestled between his brows in a form he did not understand, greedily gulping down the energy within him. His life force percentage was dropping as well.
Lin Feng did not stop it.
Watching his life force percentage disappear, he began reconsidering just what this thing was.
As the Demon-Binding Rope devoured large amounts of life force,
its entire length visibly began to gleam.
The hidden damage and cracks on it also began to mend.
Even the Demon-Binding Rope itself acquired Lin Feng's aura, sharing the same essence as him.
Years of wear had cost it dearly. Now, suddenly receiving nourishment, the Demon-Binding Rope became extremely lively, like two green snakes inside Lin Feng's head.
Lin Feng touched the space between his brows.
This should have been where Deity opened its third eye. Lin Feng had not opened a third eye, but between his brows, he now had a seed and a magical artifact. The artifact loyally guarded that spot, and Lin Feng could feel that he needed neither commands nor incantations to order it out to kill his enemies.
He did not know how powerful it was, either.
Surely he could not use it on the plane?
Even without it, he could dismantle the plane with his bare hands, though he would