"We can make some heart-protection mirrors, bulletproof... slash-resistant vests, or items like knee and elbow guards.
As long as they’re worn under the clothing, they can reduce the death rate in battle, and using them to strike a critical blow against the enemy is also not bad."
Bai Junjun’s words opened up a new perspective for everyone.
Since ancient times, heart-protection mirrors and gold silk armor have existed, but they were worn on the outside; the idea of hiding them inside had not been considered.
No sooner said than done, Bai Junjun joined the design team for battle robes, sharing with them the concept of modern protective gear.
Lame Man Uncle had never thought that clothes could be designed in such a way; arm covers, elbow guards, knee pads, leg wraps, protective vests, and so on, hearing all this, everyone grew more and more excited.
However, when it came to carving the bones, they encountered difficulties. Although they had collected a good number of weapons from the Elite Troop, the blades that were adequate for the battlefield were somewhat inefficient for carving man-eating eagle’s bones.
As they were struggling, Bai Junjun, without a word, took out the Vermilion Demon.
The dagger, which glimmered with a cold light, was still startlingly bright even in a dark room.
Lame Man Uncle looked at her with a face full of shock.
"I’ll lend it to you," Bai Junjun said as she handed the dagger to Lame Man Uncle.
Lame Man Uncle, moved, took it and was dumbfounded when he saw the words on the short dagger.
"Vermilion... Vermilion Demon???"
Hearing Lame Man Uncle’s exclamation, the One-Armed and One-Eyed uncles also strode over as if struck by lightning.
The few of them examined the dagger, which was shining with a chilling light.
It was entirely gleaming with a cold light, thin as a cicada’s wing, about a foot long, could be hidden in the sleeve or boot without notice; the appearance of the Vermilion Demon meant corrupt officials would be beheaded.
Lame Man Uncle’s hand could barely hold the short dagger, as he stared at Bai Junjun with a look of astonishment.
From the beginning, he had been paying attention to Bai Junjun’s dagger; although he knew it was an excellent sword, he had never imagined it was one of the Four Great Ancient Swords!
Thinking that all this time, Bai Junjun had not only used it to chop wood, slice meat, and even lent it to him to carve the man-eating eagle’s bones...
If someone else got hold of the Vermilion Demon, they would probably worship it in the ancestral hall every day, wishing dearly to protect it well to pass it down for generations,
But here Bai Junjun was, using the Vermilion Demon as if it were a common dagger.
Recalling all that had happened, Lame Man Uncle felt as though his heart was being twisted by a knife.
"?" Bai Junjun looked at the petrified group with a face full of confusion, "Is something wrong?"
Li Wenli laughed with a snort, "No matter the divine weapon, the ultimate purpose of its creation is to make things easier for everyone. Uncle doesn’t need to be so fixated, just treat it like an ordinary dagger and use it."
"..." Lame Man Uncle trembled nervously, is this what he was thinking? He would also like to treat this dagger as something ordinary, but he just couldn’t!
This was the Vermilion Demon!
Once, the Vermilion Demon was also a weapon in the hands of our ancestors!
"???" Bai Junjun hadn’t realized that the Vermilion Demon had also been used by their ancestor.
The Four Famous Swords, legend had it, were divine weapons left by immortals, passed down through generations on this continent and having ended up in the hands of a once-mighty person, didn’t seem so strange anymore.
"By the way, may I ask Miss Junjun how she came upon this Vermilion Demon?"
At this moment, Lame Man Uncle couldn’t care less about any armor; his eyes were solely on the Vermilion Demon.
Bai Junjun scratched her head and said, "When we were drifting along the riverbank, we saw a large area of salt wells; near the salt wells, there was a treasure box which contained this dagger."
Bai Junjun’s words were half-true, yet Lame Man Uncle believed them without doubt.