Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 555

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 555

Alex had no idea what was happening.

People were shouting a name at him—Bai Xiaochun.

In the Xia language, he understood the meaning perfectly. Bai meant white, pure, clean. Xiao meant small. Chun meant innocent, simple, genuine.

Together, the name meant “the small and innocently pure one.” Harmless. Gentle. Naive.

So how, in the world, was that name being linked to the word rapist?

“Bai Xiaochun!” one of the villagers screamed. “Admit what you’ve done!”

Alex’s gaze snapped toward the two women staring at him with fury and disgust. A chill slid down his spine. If he handled this wrong, he wouldn’t live another minute.

“All of you!” Alex shouted back. “Just because my father is dead, you blame everything on me? I’m telling you—I did not rape anyone!”

“Bai Xiaochun!” one of the women shrieked. “How can you be this shameless? You raped me—and twenty-two others—and now you dare say you didn’t do it?!”

Alex stepped forward, rage burning through him. This time, he shouted because he knew he was right.

“I am not a rapist! I did not touch you! If I did what you accuse me of, may I drop dead on the spot right now!”

The entire village fell silent.

A ripple of hesitation spread through the crowd. Bai Xiaochun was known as a troublemaker—a rascal, a nuisance—but there had never been proof that he was a rapist.

“I’m telling all of you,” Alex said, “we’ll go before the judge and uncover the truth—whether I’m guilty or not.”

“How dare you say that!” an old man roared, slamming his cane against the ground. “The judge of this city is your uncle! He’s always sided with you—never with us villagers!”

“How dare you slander the judge!” Alex shot back.

“He’s the most righteous man in this city. Not because I’m his nephew, and not because you’re villagers. He stands with the truth. If the truth is on your side, he’ll rule in your favor.”

“You can’t scream ‘justice’ and expect it to bend just because you shout louder! He sees justice for what it is!”

The villagers stared at him in disgust, some looking like they might actually gag.

“Our judge! Our judge!” the old man cried, voice shaking with rage and grief. “He’s the most corrupt man in the entire city!”

“Yeah!” someone shouted. “Everyone knows that if you pay him enough, black turns white right in front of your eyes!”

Alex didn’t know whether the judge was truly that rotten.

But he knew one thing—he had to stay alive long enough to find out.

“Say whatever you want,” Alex fired back. “He’s the most honest man I know in this city!”

The villagers were beyond reason now. Their anger had moved past debate.

Finally, someone screamed, “We need to take this city back from the corrupt clan! We’re done being scapegoats! It’s time to kill the Bai clan!”

“Yes!” others shouted, their voices spreading like wildfire.

Alex stepped forward and yelled over the chaos. “You’re traitors! Hiding among villagers and inciting rebellion against the Empire! Do you know what that means?”

“The Empire will send soldiers and slaughter every one of you! You might kill the Bai family—but the Empire will never let you survive afterward! This is rebellion!”

In Xia, there were two great powers.

The Empire.

And the Murim.

They existed within the same land, side by side, never interfering with one another.

Villagers paid two kinds of taxes—one to the Empire, and one to the Murim for daily protection. The Murim functioned like a legalized mafia, filled with powerful individuals who could kill ordinary villagers without consequence.

Within the Murim were three great forces that balanced each other: the Orthodox sect, which upheld justice; the Unorthodox sect, which operated in the gray; and the Demonic sect, which wielded power without restraint.

From what Alex could tell, the two women clearly belonged to the Orthodox faction—the kind that protected the people and enforced justice.

Which meant one thing.

He had to make absolutely sure they didn’t judge him guilty.

Or they would kill him.

Then again, even the villagers themselves were strong—trained from birth. Any one of them could end his life without effort.

Listening to Alex, the villagers had to admit a truth they all knew.

The Empire chose each city’s ruling clan. Rebelling against the clan meant rebelling against the Empire itself.

And rebellion had only one ending.

Eradication.

Still, some of them hated Bai Xiaochun too deeply to care.

Alex saw it in their faces. This was dangerous. If he pushed them any further, they might snap—forgetting law, fear, and reason—and tear him apart on the spot.

He had to end this now.

“All of you,” Alex said, raising his voice once more. “I swear under the watch of the Sky—I am Bai Xiaochun. Just like my name says, I am pure and innocent. If you don’t believe me, I’ll prove it right now.”

The villagers stared at him as if he had lost his mind.

This was the man they believed worse than any criminal—a disgrace so infamous that even children used his name as an insult.

And now he dared to speak of innocence?

Alex turned and walked back into the house.

A murmur rippled through the crowd.

“Is he trying to run?”

“No. He said he’d prove he’s innocent.”

“He’s the worst bastard in this city. Even kids know that. How could he clear his name?”

“I’m telling you, he’s trying to escape.”

“Impossible,” another villager said. “We’ve surrounded the place. He can’t run.”

“Hey!” someone suddenly shouted. “He’s coming out!”

Alex stepped outside, carrying a large wooden box in both hands.

He walked straight to the center of the crowd and set it down. About twenty villagers watched him closely, their expressions tight with suspicion.

He opened the box slowly.

Inside were gold ingots.

“Now,” Alex said calmly, “anyone who believes that I, Bai Xiaochun, am innocent and pure—just like my name—may take two gold ingots as my sincere thanks for honoring the truth.”

Twenty pairs of eyes widened, locked onto the gold.

“And you,” Bai Xiaochun said, turning to the pitiful woman who had accused him, “if you say I’m innocent, I’ll give you ten gold ingots. The rest will only receive two each.”

Every gaze in the crowd fixed on the gold.

Some of them had never touched gold in their entire lives.

Alex understood how Xia worked. People traded in copper coins called wen, then silver—and only rarely gold. A single gold ingot was worth a fortune, roughly ten thousand dollars by common measure.

What he was really saying was simple.

Call me innocent, and I’ll give you twenty thousand dollars.

You, the accuser, will get a hundred thousand.

The villagers stared at the gold with trembling hands and parched mouths.

Suddenly, one man stepped forward.

“All of you!” he shouted. “This isn’t about money—it’s about justice! How dare you accuse Bai Xiaochun like this? I said it from the beginning—it’s impossible for him to be guilty! He’s the purest, most innocent man I’ve ever known!”

He stepped closer to Alex, chest out, voice ringing with righteousness.

“I swear from the bottom of my heart—this has nothing to do with the gold. Bai Xiaochun, you are the most innocent man I’ve ever seen!”

“Good,” Alex said calmly, nodding. “You may take five gold ingots. Since you’re so honest and upright, consider it my thanks for your sense of justice.”

“Thank you, Young Master!” the man said without hesitation. He grabbed five gold ingots and hurried away.

The rest of the villagers stood frozen, stunned.

“Well,” Alex said casually, “the gold is limited. If you don’t take it now, I might run out before everyone gets the chance to uphold justice.”

Their eyes lit up instantly.

“Bai Xiaochun!” someone shouted. “You are the purest and most innocent man under the heavens!”