"Rip!"
He directly untied the weathered cloth wrapping, opening it layer by layer.
The more cloth he unwrapped from the outside, the more Li Qingfeng felt the temperature around him plummet.
By the last layer, he actually saw ice crystals.
He directly opened the final layer of black cloth. There was no smell of decay inside.
Instead, a strong scent of blood wafted out.
This bloody aroma made Li Qingfeng feel a urge to vomit.
Fortunately, he quickly tapped a few acupoints on himself, directly suppressing this feeling and returning to normal.
With the inheritance of the Medical Saint, dealing with such minor symptoms was effortless for him now.
He carefully examined the object in his hand. It was a knife.
Its length was about thirty centimeters, and its thickness was about half a finger. It felt a little heavy in his hand.
As far as Li Qingfeng knew, this knife resembled a modern Kukri. The reason he said this was because it had a significant curve and was not overly large.
However, it was different from a Kukri. The difference lay in the fact that the back of the knife featured a long, narrow back spike.
This back spike, resembling a triangular combat blade, could instantly tear through a person's organs, causing irreversible damage.
It could be said that in its era, it was an absolute bloody weapon.
From the persistently strong scent of blood, it was evident that countless lives had met their end by this sharp blade.
Next, Li Qingfeng began to examine the material of the knife.
Judging by its weight and sharpness, it should be made from fully mature, ancient folded steel techniques.
The blade was smooth and flat, the edges sharp and distinct. There was even a blood groove in the middle, designed to prevent blood from staining the blade and to ensure smooth cuts.
After observing the material, Li Qingfeng moved on to the appearance of the knife.
The hilt was carved with a golden dragon, a five-clawed golden dragon!
"Heavens! They dared to carve a dragon?"
Seeing this, Li Qingfeng's expression of shock was beyond description.
In ancient artifacts, the dragon was a sacred symbol. Generally, only royalty could use the dragon motif.
"Could it be that this knife belonged to ancient royalty?"
This was Li Qingfeng's immediate thought, but he quickly dismissed it.
"No! Impossible. The bloody aura on it is too strong. With so much killing intent, it couldn't possibly be from royalty."
After pondering for a long time, Li Qingfeng could not come to any conclusion.
However, he then thought to himself, what did it matter to him whether the knife was royal or not?
Come on, this was modern times! Where was the so-called royalty anymore!
With this thought, Li Qingfeng relaxed and looked at the end of the knife's hilt.
Famous weapons usually had their unique names engraved at the end of the hilt.
Only with a name could a weapon have the capital to be remembered. This knife also had its name.
That was, Dragon Scale!
"Dragon Scale! A good name, and a good knife!"
"Ouch!"
Upon seeing the knife's name, Li Qingfeng was full of admiration and happily played with the Dragon Scale in his hand.
However, as the saying goes, "Joy turns to sorrow!"
Indeed, before Li Qingfeng could bask in his joy for long, the Dragon Scale cut his finger, and blood flowed directly down the blood groove into the knife.
The amount of blood was not much, but as soon as it entered the blood groove of the Dragon Scale knife, it was as if an artwork had been activated.
A thin red line, like a crimson ribbon, flowed across the surface of the flawless white blade.
As the blood flowed, the five-clawed golden dragon carved on the hilt seemed to come alive, continuously spinning under Li Qingfeng's gaze.
Witnessing this scene, which defied his understanding, Li Qingfeng quickly slapped his own face, urging himself to sober up.
Indeed, after slapping himself a few times, he finally stopped experiencing this sensation.
*Hum!*
Li Qingfeng vaguely heard the Dragon Scale knife tremble slightly, emitting a sound like a dragon's roar.
But when he listened carefully, the sound disappeared, as if it had never happened.
However, what he failed to notice was that while he was still grumbling about his rashness, the Shennong Bencao Jing (Divine Farmer's Materia Medica) in his mind, which had been dormant for a long time, suddenly vibrated violently.
Immediately after, that crimson bloodline directly merged into the Shennong Bencao Jing in Li Qingfeng's mind.
With the bloodline's integration, the dim light of the Shennong Bencao Jing finally receded a bit, regaining considerable vitality.
In his sea of consciousness, faint voices of conversation could be heard.
"Old friend, long time no see. How have you become like this? So weak!"
"It's a long story. It seems we haven't met for over a thousand years..."
"That's right. Having to move around like a mouse every day, I had no choice. If I hadn't sensed your presence today, I would never have come out!"
A man's joyful voice echoed in his mind, as if he had met someone he had longed for.
Hearing his words, the Shennong Bencao Jing fell into silence.
However, judging from its sudden recovery of its former vigor, this Dragon Scale knife seemed to be an extraordinary weapon.
...
While they were conversing, Li Qingfeng had already picked up the Dragon Scale knife and continued on his way.
It was truly a case of "you worry about sleep, and someone brings you a pillow." Li Qingfeng had been fretting about how to break through the defenses of the wild beasts to obtain the most precious ginseng doll when this Dragon Scale knife appeared!
Holding the Dragon Scale knife and spinning it, feeling the whistling wind around him, Li Qingfeng's expression became much more resolute.
The knife seemed to possess an aura of pressure. The moment Li Qingfeng gripped the hilt, he felt as if he were holding a divine dragon.
However, soon he began to complain.
What Dragon Scale knife, priceless treasure! None of that mattered anymore!
Why?
Because it was heavy!
"Oh my heavens! I'm exhausted!"
Li Qingfeng casually sat down on the ground. After walking for so long, especially carrying this Dragon Scale knife, he was simply too tired to move.
In the beginning, he could still play with it enthusiastically for a while, but he soon abandoned the idea.
Because the Dragon Scale knife seemed to weigh over thirty jin. For a short knife, even with the craftsmanship of folded steel, this was considered a heavy blade.
Although his physique had been greatly strengthened by the Medical Saint, if he had to carry a thirty-jin knife around and play with it, he still found it unbearable.
"How much further is it?"
With his [透视] (perspective, clairvoyance) ability, he could see that ginseng doll!
But after walking for half the day, he hadn't seen any beasts inside. Helpless, Li Qingfeng could only mutter in distress.