"Shaman, don't move. You'll cut yourself."
Han Cheng saw the shaman about to mimic his actions, put his finger to the edge to test it, and quickly stopped him.
In his later years, Han Cheng had cut grass countless times. At first, the adults would sharpen the sickles, but later on, he began sharpening them himself and learned to gauge their sharpness with his hands.
But it wasn't the same for the shaman. The sharpest thing he had ever touched was a bone knife, so it was hard for him to gauge its sharpness with his hands.
Now, this newly forged iron knife had a sharp edge. Although it wasn't as sharp or durable as a steel knife, it could still cut if mishandled.
Upon hearing Han Cheng's words, the shaman withdrew his hand.
With eyes constantly assessing the iron knife, the shaman believed Han Cheng's words but doubted that it could be that sharp.
In the tribe, he could hold the edge of a bone knife without injury. Although this iron knife looked sharper than a bone knife, he thought it should still be safe to hold. And the Divine Child had touched it earlier without cutting himself...
Seeing the shaman's expression, Han Cheng could guess what he was thinking.
Just as he was about to start, he suddenly remembered the stories of legendary swords and blades, and his heart couldn't help but stir.
Human sacrifices were made during the forging of legendary swords like Gan Jiang and Mo Ye, and some swords wouldn't become sharp unless they tasted blood.
Now that the tribe's first iron knife appeared in his hands, for its first test, it shouldn't be so easy; it should also taste some blood.
Although this iron knife looked somewhat ugly.
Under the gaze of everyone, Han Cheng put down the piece of animal hide he had picked up, held the iron knife in one hand, and slowly surveyed the crowd.
The puzzled crowd also looked at their Divine Child and his knife.
After observing for a while, Han Cheng's gaze fell on Shi Tou, slightly taller than him.
Then, he walked towards the stone.
Shi Tou, unaware of what was happening, looked excited when he saw Han Cheng approaching with the newly forged iron knife. It took a step forward to greet him.
A strange smile played on Han Cheng's lips as he raised the iron knife and approached Shi Tou.
He walked past it and headed straight for the chicken coop behind the stone.
The others followed him.
Inside the chicken coop, a particularly arrogant rooster saw so many people coming to see it. Instead of being afraid, it climbed onto the back of a hen and put on a public performance of affection.
After finishing, it flapped its wings and provocatively tilted its head towards Han Cheng.
With one hand grabbing its wing and twisting its neck and one foot stepping on its two claws, the rooster couldn't move.
Han Cheng pulled out its feathers and raised the iron knife, placing it on the affectionate rooster's neck.
With a bit of force, the iron knife cut through the skin on the rooster's neck, and dark red blood flowed out, falling into the clay bowl below.
After sprinkling salt into the blood, it solidified, and when stewed with the chicken meat, it tasted great.
Because of its arrogance and affection, the rooster was tested and bled, thrown out, and flapped twice on the ground. Then, with a stretch of its legs, it ascended to the heavens.
Han Cheng secretly praised himself.
Although this knife wouldn't be wanted even for cutting vegetables in the future...
The adults were amazed that this iron knife could kill a chicken in one stroke, and the children became excited.
But most of their excitement came from the chicken lying dead on the ground.
Han Cheng didn't wipe the blood off the knife but used it to skin the chicken.
The tough skin was spread out on a piece of wood. Han Cheng pressed down with one hand and held the knife in the other, slicing from top to bottom.
After nine strokes, the skin was finally cut in half.
Han Cheng frowned as he looked at the knife in his hand. The knife wasn't sharp enough without adding steel to the edge. It took so many strokes just to cut through the skin; it would be useless in the future...
Taking his gaze away from the knife, he looked up and found everyone around him staring at him, their mouths agape in astonishment.
Han Cheng couldn't help but sniffle.
He had set his expectations too high for the sharpness of iron. Now, iron would be looked down upon by the people in the tribe.
The usually composed and mature shaman was the first to speak, but now his speech was stuttered, and his voice trembled.
Han Cheng blushed and couldn't help but sniffle again, realizing that the tribe's people were indeed shocked by the 'sharpness' of iron.
Indeed, one shouldn't boast too much.
The shaman was genuinely shocked. This iron knife could cut through skin!
This was skin, after all!
Until now, the people of the Green Sparrow tribe used to cut skin, which was still the primitive method Han Cheng used at the beginning. Rubbing back and forth on stone edges.
It wasn't that they didn't understand innovation, but the conditions didn't allow for it.
They had also tried other tools and methods.
Stone knives and bone knives were useless against skin or leather.
As one of the more idle people in the tribe, besides catching rabbits, Shaman had observed the women making clothes and even tried his hand at skinning, so he understood how difficult it was.
Now seeing the knife made by the Divine Child could cut skin faster than rubbing against stone edge. How could he not be amazed?
And the Divine Child hadn't fully grown yet, his strength wasn't enough. If an adult were to hold this knife, wouldn't it be even faster to cut through the skin?
What... what was this iron thing after all, that it could be so magical?
No wonder the Divine Child didn't let him touch it with his hands earlier. According to his previous thoughts, his hands would bleed!
If it could cut open dry skin so quickly, then wouldn't it be... when used to slaughter prey or kill enemies,
The shaman's old face turned a bit red.
Elder Senior Brother and the others also looked eagerly at the knife in Han Cheng's hand, their expressions changing from initial shock to excitement.
The shaman didn't know what else to say, only repeating this sentence.
Han Cheng sniffled again. Damn it, this was embarrassing.
Even if it's an ugly daughter-in-law, she still has to meet her in-laws. The inevitable always happens.
With determination, he handed the knife to the shaman.
But unexpectedly, when the shaman took the knife, he held it and made twelve cuts before finally slicing open the skin. Then, holding the knife in both hands, he bowed deeply to Han Cheng, praising, "Divine Child!"
The others also excitedly shouted "Divine Child!"