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Ronron’s mouth remained gaping open as she watched Alex pull out over 5 million True spirit stones to pay the old man in front of him.

Even the old man himself was beyond surprised to see such an amount coming from a young man and woman that he knew absolutely nothing about.

“Is it all there?” Alex asked his daughter.

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Alex took the storage bag and pulled out a few items that were for himself, mainly the Golden Spears of Heaven technique, the poison immunity pill, and the sword named the Sword of Death.

“Shall we get going?” he said as he stood up to leave.

“Dear guest,” the old man in front of him quickly stood up. “Would like to get early information on the items we are auctioning next time around? We can also prepare VIP rooms for the two of you if you wish to.”

“No need,” Alex said before Ronron could even say anything. “This is most likely the last time you will ever see me here. Good day.”

He walked away from the room with Ronron quickly following behind him. The two walked out of the auction house and then made their way out of the city now that their job here was done.

“How was it?” Alex asked. “Did you find your first auction experience exciting?”

“It was, father,” Ronron said. “Although, since it felt like I had an unending source of money, I couldn’t feel the intensity in bidding since I knew I was always going to win.”

Alex chuckled a bit. “You can do so in the future,” he said. “Although, this auction will teach you one thing for sure.”

“Will? I still haven’t learned it yet?” Ronron asked. “What is it?”

“Why you shouldn’t always go out in an auction house.”

Ronron got curious about what he meant. After all, it was he that gave her the money and permission to do so.

They left the city and appeared out in the open ground where the snow still covered the land.

“Where are we going next? To meet senior Luhei?’ Ronron asked.

“Yes, but that’s only after we deal with them,” Alex said as he turned around to see the many people that had followed them outside the city.

A single puppet flew out of his storage bag which caught Ronron and jumped away to a safe location. At the same time, Whisker came out and went with the puppet to look after Ronron should the need arise.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t call Pearl in this current situation as that would just be one more person he would have to keep safe if he did.

The many old men and women landed in front of Alex and sneaked a glance toward Ronron who was far behind him.

They looked a little confused as they couldn’t sense anything impressive from him at all.

“Are you with that girl over there?” one of them asked.

“Yes, I am,” Alex said. “May I ask why you guys are after my daughter?”

“You know damn well why,” one of them said. “You were there in the auction house with her.”

“I was, that is why I am curious why you guys are after my daughter,” Alex said. “After all, she did nothing there that was either disrespectful or illegal, so you have no reason to be here.”

“You are outside the city wall, friend,” one of them said. “The only law here is that of the jungle, and in the presence of the strong, a weakling holding onto a treasure is the worst crime they can do.”

“Take out the Sword of Death, young man. We will leave after we take it,” someone else said.

“You surely don’t expect me to hand over such a valuable sword just because you say so, do you?” Alex asked. “How about this, anyone who can pay me 3 Million True spirit stones can take the sword.”

“You are treading on a path that will only lead to death, my friend,” one of the stronger men said.

“I can assure you, I am not,” Alex said. “Also, please do not call me friend. The best we have ever been is acquainted. I do not recall calling you my friend.”

The man was taken back a bit. “Have we met before?” he asked.

“We have,” Alex said and looked toward some of the other people there. “I have met with quite a few of you here.”

The people looked around with confused looks. “I don’t remember meeting you, ever,” the man said.

“Of course,” Alex said. “That’s expected as you never saw my face.”

A white mask appeared on Alex’s palm which he slowly brought to his face. The mask allowed him to see clearly from the inside, but from the outside, it looked completely white and opaque.

A few people suddenly got serious as they recognized the mask. One of them remembered meeting him in the Ancient Battlefield over 25 years ago. “You… you’re Yu Ming,” he said.

“I see you remember me,” Alex spoke.

“Yu Ming?” another person thought. “Isn’t that… the guy who learned Sword Aura while in True realm?”

“That Yu Ming?”

The people realized who he was one after another. Those that didn’t know were soon told by the others who did.

“Wait, he’s the one that took away the cauldron in the Alchemy Peninsula 2 days ago. That was the name the elders there called the person,” another person spoke.

Ronron was surprised at how popular her father was. Alex was surprised at how little his popularity was here.

‘Did the senior hide my involvement in killing the madman?’ he wondered. ‘Not to mention, none of them are aware of what I did in the Dao mountain too.’

He was sure now that there was something done to stop his name from being spread around more than it already had.

‘Not that it matters really,’ he thought.

He looked at the people around him who started to calm down a little.

“So, now that you are aware of who I am, please leave,” Alex said. “We have to be away now and I don’t want any bother.”

“Stop!” one of the people shouted. “Did you really think just because you are acquainted with us, we will leave you be? You have the Sword of Death, and for that, you will have to stay back until we get our hands on it.”

Multiple people pulled out weapons all of a sudden and a few of them even prepared some attacks they were going to throw at any moment.

Ronron worried for her father at the back. She couldn’t tell one Saint from another, so she wasn’t sure who was stronger here.

Alex reached for his mask once more.

“A decade, was it? No, maybe 9 years,” he spoke softly as he pulled down his mask. “Yes, it was 9 years.”

As he pulled down his mask, the people’s faces changed as they saw a wide smile appear on Alex’s face.

“It has been over 9 years since I got to fight someone seriously,” he said as he flexed his Saint Foundation 9th realm aura.

“Come at me. I’m going to enjoy this more than I should.”

[A/N: I’ve started a new book called Dawn of the Battle Nova. Please read it if you have the time for it. This is my entry for WSA 2023, and I will be writing it alongside my other two books going forward.

I promise that the new book won’t take away my time from this book as I’ve already cut down the release rate of my other book to accommodate that.]

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