Chapter 162 The Seal Sphere

  The auction house owner smiled and said, "I wonder if you are interested?"

  To be honest, Han Ming didn't find anything particularly special about this parchment-like thing. So, he wasn't very interested.

  "How much is it?"

  The old man lowered his head, gently rubbing the small ring on his left hand with his right thumb. After thinking for a long time, he said, "I can see that you're not very interested in this thing. To be honest, I've also asked many experts to take a look, but no one could figure it out. Strictly speaking, judging from the writing style and the format of paragraph division, it looks more like some historical records. If you're a bit interested, I won't charge you for this thing. As long as you buy one of the items in this pile, I'll give you this small piece of document for free, just as a gift."

  Upon hearing this, Han Ming nodded slightly.

  Then he continued to pick up and look at the things that the red-faced man had left aside.

  Although these things were very old, generally speaking, they were all useless and couldn't really be considered precious.

  Gradually, Han Ming lost interest in looking further.

  Seeing that both Han Ming and the red-faced man were becoming impatient, the old man quickly said, "You two might as well finish looking. There are only a few items left."

  Han Ming didn't want to disappoint the old man's good intentions, so he continued to pick up a wooden box and opened it to take a look.

  Inside was a small red spherical bead.

  There were numerous complex runes engraved on the surface of this bead. With Han Ming's knowledge, he couldn't understand these runes at all. But just as he picked up this red bead, the ring he was wearing suddenly trembled violently.

  A familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar female voice came into his ears.

  "Buy it!"

  Han Ming's mind stirred slightly. He knew that it was Katherine speaking to him. It was rare for Katherine to speak out actively. Obviously, this red bead was extraordinary.

  "What is this?" Han Ming silently asked in his heart.

  Katherine was silent for a while and then said, "If I'm not mistaken, this is a seal crystal, and the thing sealed inside should be a trace of dragon's breath from the ancient dragon clan."

  "The ancient dragon clan!? Dragon's breath!?"

  Han Ming quickly lowered his head, afraid that the shocked expression on his face would be noticed by the two people present.

  Oh my god! Dragon's breath!! And it's from the ancient dragon clan!

  Han Ming knew very well what dragon's breath represented. For fire-type magic, its quantity could be increased through a person's magic storage capacity, but the quality of its flame could only be improved by raising one's own rank.

  That is to say, the higher a person's rank, the purer the magic energy contained within them, and the more intense and hotter the fire-type magic energy released would be, with a higher temperature. Dragon's breath was recognized as the most terrifying kind of flame in the whole world. It was directly spewed out from a dragon's mouth, which had already transcended the scope of magic and was a kind of flame that the dragon clan had been nurturing since birth. The intensity of this kind of flame was simply incomparable to the flames condensed by magic.

  The ancient dragon clan...

  An image from an ancient document in the magic academy emerged in Han Ming's mind.

  It was a terrifying creature with a pair of black wings like bats and a ferocious face. This ancient dragon clan was not like the current dragon clan, which was covered with scales all over its body. Instead, its entire body was covered with numerous sharp spikes. The ancient dragon clan was a synonym for evil tens of thousands of years ago.

  According to the records, after the Tree of Life first appeared in this world, it took hundreds of millions of years to finally give birth to three creatures for the first time. The first one was named Molin, which had eight wings, a body over a thousand meters tall, a smooth face like water, and three pairs of eyes. It was naturally proficient in wood-type magic and could create a forest out of thin air anywhere, including in the midst of raging flames. It was good at nurturing, healing, close combat, and magic. It was the first child of the Tree of Life, that is, the ancestor of the current elf race. It was hermaphroditic.

  The second creature born was named Cangli, which was the ancestor of the ancient dragon clan in legend. It was over ten thousand meters tall. It had an advantage over other races that was difficult to compare in terms of fire-type magic. It was good at attack, destruction, close combat, and magic. It was the ancestor of the current dragon clan and the second child of the Tree of Life. It was hermaphroditic.

  The third creature born was named Shana, the first true female creature in the world. However, its height was only about two meters, and its figure was almost exactly the same as that of modern humans. Shana was naturally kind and gentle and didn't like to fight. It was the most stable one among the three children of the Tree of Life and the third child, the ancestor of humans.

  The descendants of Cangli gradually evolved into the ancient dragon clan after continuous reproduction. After tens of thousands of years of reproduction, the current dragon clan was born.

  Han Ming stared blankly at the small red bead in his hand, unable to calm down for a long time.

  Really or not? The first generation descendant of Cangli? The ancient dragon clan?

  Seeing Han Ming holding the red bead and not saying anything for a long time, the red-faced man took advantage of Han Ming's daze and quickly snatched it away.

  "Let me take a look!"

  The red-faced man turned the bead over for a while, listened to it by his ear, and shook it violently several times, but didn't find anything special.

  "This thing..." The red-faced man said as he threw the red bead violently towards the ground.

  "Damn it! Don't!!"

  Han Ming's face turned green with fright and quickly reached out to stop him. Unexpectedly, the bead bounced twice on the ground, rolled to the wall, hit it, and then bounced back.

  Phew...

  Han Ming let out a long sigh of relief and then glared at the red-faced man angrily.

  "Are you crazy!?"

  Han Ming grabbed the red-faced man's collar and lifted him up, pinning him against the wall behind him.

  "Do you know what you're doing!?"

  Han Ming was really angry. This idiotic fire-type magician's reckless behavior just now almost scared Han Ming out of his wits. What was that? It was a bead sealed with the dragon's breath of the ancient dragon clan. Who knew if the seal had loosened after tens of thousands of years. If this idiot broke the bead, the entire Borderland City might be burned to ashes in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

  The red-faced man was stunned by Han Ming's loud shout and froze for a moment. After reacting, he pushed Han Ming's hand away angrily and also said resentfully, "What does it have to do with you? It's not your property. Is this broken thing worth taking so seriously?"

  Han Ming took several deep breaths to calm himself down and quickly scolded himself for being reckless. He shouldn't have reacted so strongly, otherwise, they would know how precious this bead was.

  But at the moment, he couldn't care about so much. He turned his head to the old man who was trembling with fear at his fierce look just now and said, "I'll take this thing. My dagger is worth a total of eighty thousand gold coins. After spending sixty thousand gold coins on the small crystals, there are still twenty thousand left. I'll pay ten thousand for this bead."

  Upon hearing this, the old man was so happy that he almost shed tears of joy.

  "No! I'll pay... I'll pay one hundred and ten thousand gold coins!" Although the red-faced man didn't find anything special about this red bead, seeing how much Han Ming cared about it and was willing to spend ten thousand gold coins on it, he naturally wouldn't let it go.

  Han Ming knew that the red-faced man was at odds with him, so he quickly rolled his eyes and said with a sinister smile, "Okay, I'll let you have it." Saying that, he casually stuffed the bead into the red-faced man's hand and then casually browsed through the other items, while always keeping an eye on the red-faced man's expression.

  The red-faced man clearly didn't expect Han Ming to do this. He thought he had been tricked by Han Ming.

  "I, I don't want it anymore! Whoever wants it can have it."

  "Well..." The auction house owner looked at the red-faced man helplessly.

  "What!? Do you dare to force a sale!? I'll burn down your auction house!" The red-faced man shouted loudly.

  Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Han Ming smiled repeatedly and said, "Since you don't want it, then give it back to me." Saying that, he took the bead back from the red-faced man's hand.

  The red-faced man was a bit confused now, not knowing what Han Ming was up to.

  "Well... I still want it!" The red-faced man licked his face and said again.

  "But... you just said you didn't want it." The auction house owner was almost crying. He couldn't afford to offend either of these two prestigious magicians in front of him. Although they wouldn't burn down his auction house, it would be easy for them to give him a beating.

  "What!? Do you dare not sell it to me!?" The red-faced man shouted, and two balls of scorching flames suddenly burst out from his hands.

  Han Ming snorted coldly, gently placed his right hand on the red-faced man's shoulder, and said, "A second-stage third-rank, fire-type grand magician, right?"

  "What!?" The red-faced man glared at Han Ming.

  "Don't be so angry. Anger is bad for your health."

  Han Ming smiled slightly, and a stream of water-type energy surged directly from his right hand into the red-faced man's body. The flames on the red-faced man's hands immediately extinguished with a hiss.

  The red-faced man started trembling violently, his upper and lower teeth constantly colliding, making a clattering sound. His eyes were full of horror as he looked at Han Ming.

  Han Ming controlled the temperature very well, just enough to freeze all the fire-type magic energy in the red-faced man's body, but not enough to freeze him to death.

  "Are you calm now?" Han Ming asked with a smile.

  The red-faced man nodded repeatedly but was frozen to the point where he couldn't even speak.

  Upon hearing this, Han Ming satisfiedly withdrew his right hand.

  The red-faced man plopped down on the ground and scrambled to run out through the door.

  "Can I have it now?" Han Ming asked politely with a smile.

  The auction house owner nodded stupidly, still unable to recover from the shock of what had just happened.

  Night fell.

  Han Ming was satisfied as he carried five thousand water-type magic crystals, the red bead sealed with the dragon's breath of the ancient dragon clan, and a small piece of ancient document and left the auction house.

  Midnight.

  Han Ming gently jumped onto the roof and quickly walked around the city.

  Sounds of sobbing reached Han Ming's ears.

  It was him...

  Han Ming gently landed on the edge of a building and looked down at the little boy hugging his knees and crying below.

  It was Xiao Qi.

  This time, he was crying even more heartbrokenly than last time.

  Han Ming stroked his chin, wondering what kind of thing had made this innocent little boy become like this.