Chapter 169 Huh?

  Han Ming's brain exploded with a bang. In an instant, he felt that his life was over.

  "You old bastard!!! I'll fight you to the death!!!"

  Blinded by despair, Han Ming pounced on the old man.

  Ice-type magic spells flew out of his hands recklessly.

  Seeing this, the old man was terrified and quickly used wood-type magic to resist. As a fourth-stage magic master, he could have easily subdued Han Ming, but he didn't want to harm what he considered his masterpiece. On the other hand, he had not expected Han Ming's water-type magic to be so powerful. After hesitating several times, the old man decided to let Han Ming vent his anger.

  Suddenly, water-type magic spells shot out like intersecting sword energies in all directions within the castle.

  In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the entire castle had turned into an ice-fortified bastion, shimmering in the sunlight.

  "Alright, alright! If you kill me, do you still want to change back?!"

  The old man was left in a sorry state by Han Ming, scowling and fuming. His body was already covered in ice, and to his horror, he found that the ice condensed by this kid was extremely difficult to melt. Even for a fourth-stage magic elder like him, it took a lot of effort to dispel the ice on his body.

  Upon hearing the old man's words, Han Ming finally stopped abruptly.

  "What!? I can really change back!?"

  Han Ming asked in surprise, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he became furious again. It was clearly the voice of a young girl.

  "Hmm..." The old man hesitated before saying, "Originally... I had reserved a bottle of transformation potion for myself, but after you drank the first bottle and didn't change, I thought my formula was wrong, so I used all the remaining herbs to make the second bottle."

  "So you're saying... I can't change back?" Han Ming's face, which had been filled with joy, was now covered with a layer of frost. He stepped closer to the old man, and the surging and powerful water-type energy in his hands became active again, the ultra-low temperature liquefying the air.

  The old man hurriedly said, "Don't worry, don't worry."

  "Do you have any last words, you old bastard?" Han Ming's eyes, due to the transformation, had become larger and brighter than before. The small black crystal pupils he had condensed himself also fell off, revealing his pair of enchanting silver-white pupils.

  "No, listen to me. The effects of the first and second potions you drank are completely opposite. So, you don't have to worry too much. The effects of the two potions will cancel each other out, and you will change back once the effects wear off."

  Hearing this, Han Ming felt much better.

  "How long will it take?"

  The old man thought for a moment and said, "About... a month or so."

  Han Ming's eyelids twitched, holding back the anger in his heart.

  A month was just a month, as long as he could change back.

  "Then shouldn't you treat my friend now?" Han Ming asked darkly.

  But the old man's eyes were fixed on Han Ming's chest, sighing, "So beautiful... truly a masterpiece. Alas, I used to have one too. Can I touch it?" Saying this, the old man reached out his wrinkled hands towards Han Ming's chest.

  "Touch your grandfather!!"

  Han Ming flew into a rage, and a sharp ice spear flew out of his hand. The old man dodged in terror, and the ice spear passed through several walls, shooting out from the outer wall of the castle and flying obliquely away.

  The sound of rushing water filled the air.

  Han Ming stood dazed in the bathroom, unsure of what to do with his hands.

  Suddenly changing from a man to a woman was not a pleasant experience for anyone, and Han Ming was no exception.

  If the old man hadn't said he could change back, Han Ming would have lost the courage to live.

  Gritting his teeth, Han Ming closed his eyes and splashed water on his body with both hands. When his hands touched the smooth skin that was not supposed to belong to a man...

  Anger filled the bathroom.

  The entire steam-filled bathroom instantly turned into a world of ice and snow, and the gentle streams of water also turned into solid ice. Through the cracks of the door, a cold aura wafted inside the castle.

  The old man was squatting on the ground, slowly melting the ice in the castle with his magic power. Fortunately, the ice was not directly caused by Han Ming but was formed by the extremely low temperature of Han Ming's water-type magic, making it much easier to dissolve.

  However, the cold air emanating from the bathroom instantly froze the ice that the old man had spent a long time melting.

  "No way... not again?" The old man wailed, "All my herbs have been frozen to death by you."

  A day later, a person appeared on the streets of Noraad.

  This person had long black hair tied up casually, wearing a loose black robe that seemed to be trying to cover something, but still couldn't hide the curves of a devil.

  "Damn it! That old bastard!"

  Han Ming cursed under his breath, holding a piece of beast skin with various medicinal herb names written on it.

  To save Xiao Qi, Han Ming had no choice but to go out and buy medicinal herbs. The common herbs in Chai La De's possession had been frozen to death by an enraged Han Ming, but fortunately, some precious herbs had been carefully preserved by Chai La De and survived.

  "Miss, are you buying medicinal herbs?" The shopkeeper of a medicinal herb store asked with a smile, sizing up Han Ming.

  "Miss your grandmother!"

  Han Ming cursed furiously.

  "Hey, why are you cursing?"

  "I'm cursing you! Get me the medicine!" Han Ming threw the beast skin on the counter and left the store, cursing under his breath.

  Han Ming was extremely upset now, and anyone who mentioned sensitive words like "miss," "lady," "madam," or even "beautiful" or "gorgeous" in front of him would touch a nerve, and that person would be in trouble.

  After a while, the shopkeeper brought several packets of medicinal herbs to the counter.

  "Miss... the items you listed are not all available in our store. We only have these few, and for the rest, you might want to check out other stores."

  Han Ming's face darkened, and he threw two gold coins on the counter before leaving the pharmacy.

  "This person is really strange... as a woman, she actually refers to herself as 'I'..." The shopkeeper muttered.

  Suddenly, a small water arrow flew in from outside, hitting the herb rack behind the shopkeeper. The entire herb rack instantly froze, and all the rows of herbs were killed by the cold.

  "Ah..." The shopkeeper screamed, watching his herbs die, and sat down on the ground.

  Han Ming walked around the city with a gloomy face all day until it was dark when he finally gathered all the medicinal herbs. He glanced coldly at the few guys who had been following him. They had taken a fancy to Han Ming because he was handsome and wanted to make friends, but seeing Han Ming's gloomy face, they didn't dare approach.

  Han Ming threw the medicinal herbs into his storage bag and strode towards the city gates.

  The few guys hesitated for a moment before following quickly.

  Only after Han Ming had left the city did they muster up the courage to follow.

  "Hey, miss, wait a moment..."

  Han Ming turned around with a gloomy face, staring at the few guys behind him.

  "Uh... this... don't get me wrong, I want to make friends with you."

  A burly guy stepped forward and said.

  Han Ming sized up the man coldly and said, "A second-stage earth-type berserker?"

  The man chuckled, quite pleased with himself. With his strength, he was considered a master among ordinary people. With his third-stage second-rank strength, as long as he was willing to learn the skills of leading troops into battle, he could be a commander of a large city's garrison.

  He modestly chuckled, "Actually, it's nothing special. I just have a bit of strength, not worth mentioning."

  Han Ming sneered, "Indeed, not worth mentioning. I'm not interested in making friends with you. Get lost!"

  "What did you just say!?"

  Someone beside him couldn't stand Han Ming's rudeness and felt his face couldn't hang on.

  "I just spoke the way I did. What do you want from me?" Han Ming sneered.

  "You! Don't be ungrateful! We were trying to be friendly and make friends with you because we saw your pretty face."

  Hearing this, the smile on Han Ming's face grew wider, but it held no kindness.

  "Otherwise...?"

  The man sneered, "Otherwise... don't blame us for taking care of you right here!"

  "Alright, a good 'taking care of you right here'!"

  Han Ming chuckled and quickly stepped forward, saying, "Come on."

  "Hey, don't, what are you doing?" The berserker clearly saw Han Ming's anger and hurriedly tried to mediate.

  "Come on, who's afraid of who!" The guy was oblivious to his impending doom and reached out to touch Han Ming.

  Han Ming's veins bulged on his forehead, and his body spun rapidly to the back of the guy, kicking him in the back of the knee and knocking him to his knees.

  Seeing Han Ming strike first, the berserker roared and swung his massive fist towards Han Ming's waist.

  Han Ming dodged nimbly, ignoring the berserker, and his body moved in front of the guy who had attacked, lifting his leg and bringing it down, smashing the guy face-first into the ground, blood flowing immediately.

  "What a venomous woman!" The berserker roared, no longer holding back, his thick leg sweeping towards Han Ming with fierce earth-type fighting energy.

  Han Ming narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly. With her slender body, she didn't dodge or avoid but instead swept her leg out as well.

  The slender leg collided with the thick leg, and just as everyone thought Han Ming's leg would surely break, the berserker instead let out a scream, clutching his leg and flying out, his thick leg instantly fractured.

  "Third Prince!"

  Seeing this, everyone was shocked and ran towards the berserker in terror.

  "The Third Prince? Huh? Could it be a prince of the Rhein Empire? Hmm... this seems like a big problem. At this critical time, when the Mont Empire is forming an alliance with the other two countries, offending this Third Prince seems disadvantageous for the Mont Empire. I'd better slip away quickly."

  Han Ming hurriedly left, disappearing from everyone's sight in a flash.

  "What a... powerful woman, interesting, I... I like..." The berserker said with a pale face and cold sweat pouring down.