The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 641

Lu Piao stood amid the kneeling Qingcheng disciples, chest heaving, knuckles still slick with another man’s blood. The courtyard reeked of sweat, crushed stone, and defeat.

“Lu Piao,” Alex called, his voice low but carrying clearly across the silent yard.

Lu Piao turned, eyes bright with the same feral satisfaction that had fueled every punch. “Boss! You see what I did to the Qingcheng sect? Damn, they’re so lame. Even the virtual fighter is stronger than all of them combined—and every single one has more openings than a broken sieve.”

Alex glared at him. “Had enough boasting?”

Lu Piao quickly bowed, the grin never leaving his face. “What is it, young sect leader?”

“Did you watch how I welcomed them?”

Lu Piao’s grin widened. “Every second of it.”

“Good. Starting now, it’s your job.” Alex stepped closer, close enough that only the two of them could hear.

“Any newcomer sect that walks through those gates thinking they can swallow us whole—you do exactly what I just did. Same rules. One versus one fight. Gaia will arrange the matchups. We take them all. Every last one. Can you handle that?”

Lu Piao’s grin sharpened into something colder, more certain. “C’mon, Boss. Boasting is one of my best skills. I’ve been waiting my whole damn life for this.”

Alex gave him a single nod—short, final—then turned and walked away through the broken gates of Wudang. Behind him the Wudang disciples moved like wolves finishing a kill, dragging the defeated Qingcheng cultivators toward the hidden realm portals. No one cheered.

Night had already claimed the mountain when Alex reached City Lord Bai’s mansion.

He went straight to his room and collapsed onto the bed. The past few days had been utterly exhausting—he’d had to arrange and oversee countless matters at once. But now everything was finally running smoothly. From here on, he only needed to maintain steady, systematic progress.

He had barely fallen asleep when—

Gaia’s voice slid into his mind, calm and immediate.

“Powerful signature approaching. Fast. It is your master.”

Alex stood. He walked outside onto the wide stone veranda that overlooked the moonlit peaks and waited.

Wind howled up the slope. A streak of white light tore across the sky and resolved into the figure of the Wudang Sect Master, robes snapping like battle flags.

He landed lightly, the impact barely disturbing the gravel.

Alex bowed deeply and respectfully. “This disciple Jun Jiu greets the Sect Master.”

“Jun Jiu,” the old man said without preamble, his voice grave and heavy with authority.

“I could understand you bringing slaves and bandits to Wudang—teaching them morals and giving them a chance to straighten out their lives. But now you’ve even brought the entire Qingcheng Sect here. This could mean war.”

The elderly man’s sharp eyes bored into him.

“Tell me plainly—what exactly are you planning to do with my Wudang?”

Alex straightened. Moonlight carved hard lines across his face. He could have lied. He could have softened it. Instead he gave the truth the way a man hands over a blade.

“I don’t know.”

The Sect Master’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

Alex spread his hands, helpless and honest. “Every living thing pushes to its limit. I’m going to push Wudang to mine. And I still haven’t found where that limit is. I don’t know if I ever will.”

The old man studied him for a long moment, the mountain wind tugging at his silver hair. “Say what you really mean.”

Alex met the old man’s gaze without flinching.

“Sect Master, if you want the position back, it’s yours tonight. Just say the word.” His voice was calm, yet carried an unshakable weight. “But you need to decide quickly.”

He took a half-step forward, eyes burning with raw ambition.

“If you leave Wudang in my hands… I will make it soar. As high and as far as my power allows.”

“To tell you the truth, I don’t know how high. I don’t know how far. It may devour every sect that stands in its way. It may swallow the Murim Alliance whole. It may even bare its teeth at the King of Xia himself… or reach beyond Xia entirely. I don’t know where it ends.”

Alex’s voice dropped, low and fierce.

“But I can already see past their limits. And I am pushing harder than any living thing has ever pushed to find exactly where those limits break.”

“Whatever storms you bring, whatever heights you reach… you will not let Wudang lose its foothold in Qingshui City. That place must remain ours, no matter what else happens. Even if your ambitions fail and the rest of Xia burns to ash, Wudang must still have a place at its center. This must be our last stronghold. It can never be lost.”

Alex didn’t hesitate. “You have my word.”

The Sect Master studied him a moment longer, then smiled—small, tired, but real.

“Then I will leave you to it,” the Sect Master said calmly. “I will return to seclusion. I will break through to the late Core Formation stage and beyond—perhaps I may even touch the Nascent Soul realm. I will become strong enough to be useful again… or at least no longer a burden.”

He placed a hand on Alex’s shoulder, his grip surprisingly firm and steady.

“This mountain has grown too small for a man like you. While I am still alive, I want to see just how far you can reach.”

A faint, determined smile touched the old man’s lips.

“Fly, Jun Jiu. Take my mountain with you.”

Without another word he stepped back, white robes flaring. A surge of spiritual energy lifted him into the sky like a rising star. In seconds he was gone, swallowed by the night and the peaks.

Alex stood alone on the veranda, the cold mountain wind slicing across his face like a blade. Far below, the lights of Qingshui glittered in the darkness like scattered jewels — restless, insatiable, already resetting themselves for the next wave of challengers hungry for blood and glory.

Behind him, the Wudang disciples had restored the courtyard with ruthless efficiency.

They waited now in disciplined silence, eyes gleaming with sharp anticipation, ready to greet the next sect foolish enough to approach their gates… and devour them whole.

A slow, dangerous smile curved across Alex’s lips.

“I will paint my story across this place,” he murmured into the night, “and see exactly what kind of painting it becomes.”

In Estoria, he had wanted to become a great king.

In Prusia, he had wanted to devour every scrap of their technology and devour its secrets whole.

But here in Xia… he simply wanted to mess around. To run wild, stir chaos, and watch the Murim burn for the sheer thrill of it.

After all, he wasn’t using his real face or his real name. In this world, he didn’t have to care about anything at all.