The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 660

Alex stood at the tall window of the governor’s private study, the city of Changyi spread below like a living map.

Lanterns glowed in the evening haze. Behind him, Zhuge Liang waited in silence.

“The projects will continue without me,” Alex said. “The dikes. The irrigation. The roads. Gaia will monitor the numbers. You will handle the officials. If any man steals or delays, punish him publicly. Make an example once. After that, they will remember.”

“Your name is already ruined thanks to those thousand women. This might make it worse.”

Alex smiled coldly. “Perfect. Warlords are everywhere. If the masses want to despise me and spread tales of my cruelty, who am I to disappoint them? Let’s hand them more ammunition.”

Zhuge Liang inclined his head. “And the Yellow Turbans?”

“I’ve prepared everything for our guests,” Alex said with a smirk. “Truth be told, I’m already bored. They crawl like snails. But you needn’t concern yourself. When they finally reach our perimeter, Gaia will activate its defenses.” Alex turned.

“Where would you like to go, sir?” Zhuge Liang asked.

“I will enter closed cultivation in the Wudang training realm,” he said. The dim lamplight etched deep lines into his youthful features. “Right now, only strength matters. Everything else is meaningless noise.”

He did not need to say more. They both understood the truth that governed this world: titles, armies, even the loyalty of five thousand white-robed disciples meant nothing if the man at the center could be cut down by someone who had walked further along the path of power. Core Formation was no longer enough. Not against what was coming.

That night, Alex left the mansion through a side gate that no one watched.

He crossed into the Wudang training realm through a hidden array only he and Zhuge Liang knew existed.

The air inside the realm felt thinner than it had a month ago, the planetary qi already stretched by the demands of too many disciples.

He did not care. He would take what remained and make it his.

Deep in the northern mountains of the realm, far from the main training grounds, a narrow cave waited.

He had prepared it weeks earlier—simple stone, a narrow stream that trickled along one wall, faint veins of luminous crystal that gave just enough light to see by.

Alex sealed the entrance behind him with a formation that would admit no one else. Then he sat cross-legged on the cold stone, back straight, hands resting on his knees.

Five glowing Elemental Cores rotated slowly within his dantian, pulsing like a powerful second heart—dense, heavy, and still settling from the turbulence of his recent breakthrough.

He could feel the edges of it, the way it pressed against his meridians, demanding more. Nascent Soul was years away if he was careful. Sooner if he was ruthless.

He closed his eyes and began to circulate qi.

Outside, in the two provinces he now ruled, the rumors spread exactly as he and Zhuge Liang had planned.

“Bai Xiaochun has locked himself inside that new pleasure palace,” the merchants whispered in the teahouses of Changyi. “They say he has not left his bed in weeks. A thousand women and he still wants more.”

“Yeah, and I’ve heard he punishes people on a whim, without caring at all. He loves showing his cruel side. He’s honestly the worst governor we’ve ever had.”

The story traveled faster than any caravan. It reached the border forts, the river towns, the villages still rebuilding after floods.

Scholars who had once written furious letters now shook their heads in private and muttered that the young governor had finally shown his true colors.

The whispers changed.

“They walk like they have never known mud.”

“Governor Bai keeps goddesses, not women.”

“Look at them. That is what real refinement looks like.”

Within a month the effect was visible in the streets. More women wore their hair in the new style. More men walked with straighter spines when they thought someone might be watching.

Merchants began stocking lighter silks and finer hairpins. A perfumer in Changyi named a new scent “White Flower” and sold out in three days.

Almost overnight, the standard of beauty in the two provinces climbed higher. Men became more motivated at the sight of lovely women and poured in extra effort to win their hearts and affection.

In the shadowed corners of the provinces, the worship of a single man grew in secret.

“Oh Lord Bai Xiaochun, greatest among men! Grant us your divine power to make thousands of women kneel before you. We beg you — spare some for us!”

In the dead of night, ten thousand Yellow Turban rebels finally arrived at the edge of the two provinces.

The leader raised his sword and roared, “We will cut off that pig Bai Xiaochun’s head, burn his luxurious mansion to ashes, and make him feel the fury of the people!”

“YES!!!” the rebels thundered back. They charged ahead, pouring across the border.