Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 567

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 567

Alex was too stunned to speak as the heavyset woman led him away from the building and down a nearby path, talking the entire time.

Her tone was flat and rehearsed as she explained the basic rules and customs of the Wudang Sect, like she’d delivered the same speech a thousand times.

The path beneath their feet was paved with smooth green limestone, winding through layered courtyards and elegant structures. Fragrant plants and blooming flowers filled the air with a light, intoxicating scent.

The place felt unreal—serene, elevated, almost sacred. Like a paradise carved out of the mortal world.

Alex felt it instantly.

Once, he had been a cultivator. That instinct hadn’t faded.

The natural energy here was astonishingly dense—the Heaven and Earth Energy Xia cultivators talked about. It pressed gently against his skin, slipped into his lungs, soaked into his bones.

Just breathing made his cells feel sharper. Stronger.

His mind began calculating.

On Earth, he had roughly five years before the war between Estoria and Prussia would begin.

Here, that meant nearly five hundred years.

If he could relearn cultivation—if he could truly walk the Xia path—then why leave?

Li Qingxue could travel freely between this realm and Xia. That meant it was possible.

If he became strong enough, he could return.

As long as he didn’t die first.

That was the real issue.

Here, even a nobody could kill him with a casual strike. Until he had power, he couldn’t afford to attract attention. He couldn’t afford to offend anyone.

Survival came first.

Once that decision settled in his chest, there was no point clinging to the past. This wasn’t Earth. This wasn’t Estoria or Prussia.

This was something else entirely.

Alex lifted his head and looked around.

His heart started pounding—not from fear, but from excitement. The lingering anxiety dissolved, replaced by something electric and hot.

This place is unbelievable, he thought. Better than Estoria. Better than Prussia. Here, I might get everything back.

His eyes gleamed as he followed the woman forward. With every step, the scenery grew more refined, more breathtaking.

Then he saw what looked like their destination.

At the end of the main path stood a massive five-story wooden building—ancient, imposing, radiating authority. This was where real cultivators lived. People with power.

Excitement surged through him.

“Is that where I’ll be working?” Alex asked, unable to hide it.

“Yes,” she replied coldly.

Then she raised her hand and pointed—not at the grand building, but toward a narrow side path choked with brush.

“That’s where we’re going.”

Alex turned.

His excitement froze.

The path was rough gravel, barely maintained. Crooked huts lined the sides, thrown together with little care. The thatched roofs sagged unevenly, as if they might collapse in a stiff wind. The structures looked old, brittle, barely standing.

A sour, unpleasant smell drifted toward him.

His heart dropped.

“Is that… the kitchen?”

“No. That large building is the kitchen for cultivators,” she said evenly. “Yours produces food for the lesser ones. Still a kitchen.”

She stepped onto the gravel path without waiting.

The illusion shattered.

The area ahead was crammed with massive iron woks—hundreds of them. Herbs boiled endlessly inside, thick steam rising into the air. Heavyset men stood around stirring lazily, sweat pouring down their faces.

When they sensed someone approaching, they looked up. The moment they saw the woman, they straightened.

The fattest of them—a walking mountain of flesh—grabbed his ladle and hurried over. Each step made the ground tremble. Layers of fat bounced violently with every movement.

“Miss Chen!” the man called eagerly. “After you ignored me for one year, three months, fourteen days, and five hours, you finally came to see me! Have you realized I’m the only man who truly loves you?”

Miss Chen looked at him like he was something she’d scraped off her shoe.

“What garbage are you spouting?” she snapped. “If you ignored me for a hundred years, I’d thank the heavens! I’m just dropping this kid off. That’s it.”

She turned to leave.

“Miss Chen, wait!” the fat man rushed after her.

She spun around and kicked him hard. His massive body staggered backward.

She didn’t even look back as she walked away.

“Miss Chen, you’re my love! The only light in my life!” he shouted. “When I become stronger than you, I’ll push you onto my bed!”

“Keep dreaming,” she shot back.

Then she disappeared.

The fat man turned toward Alex.

Alex swallowed. He had never seen someone this obese in his life.

“Well,” the fat man said, smirking, “a newcomer. Too bad—we don’t really need anyone. We’re waiting on someone else.”

“Good,” Alex said immediately, bowing. “Then please send me back to Xia.”

“Sure,” the fat man replied casually.

From the distance, Miss Chen’s voice rang out sharply.

“Pure Snow Sword Maiden Li Qingxue ordered that man sent to the kitchen. If you refuse, prepare to explain yourself to her.”

The fat man froze.

So did everyone else.

Silence fell across the kitchen.

Then forced smiles appeared almost in unison.

“Brother,” the fat man said quickly, suddenly friendly, “let’s accept him. No need to make trouble with Miss Li Qingxue.”

It was obvious—they were terrified of her.

“Listen,” the fat man continued in a lower voice. “We’ve got ninety-eight workers serving the immortals here. You’ll be ninety-nine.”

He counted on his thick fingers. “Fifty outer servants, fifteen junior servants, twenty-five senior servants, and eight core servants. Since you were sent by Pure Snow Sword Maiden Li Qingxue, we’ll make you the ninth core servant.”

Alex blinked. “So… I’m a core disciple of the Wudang Sect?”

The man lunged forward and clamped a hand over Alex’s mouth, eyes wide.

“Are you trying to get us killed?” he hissed. “Everyone here is an outer disciple of the Wudang Sect. Everyone. Inside the kitchen we’ve got our own ranks—outer, junior, senior, core. But we’re still outer disciples. Don’t confuse that.”

Understanding clicked.

A hierarchy built on top of the lowest tier. A peasant kingdom with fake nobles.

Still, being placed at the top meant no one here would openly challenge him.

Because Li Qingxue’s name stood behind him.

Alex nodded calmly. “Thank you.”

The fat man grinned in relief. “If you can say a few good words about us to Pure Snow Sword Maiden Li Qingxue… we’d appreciate it. She’s a true core disciple. Someone like her isn’t to be offended.”

So they believed he had backing.

That was useful.

The fat man grabbed Alex’s arm, probing for cultivation.

His smile faded.

“You don’t have any,” he said bluntly. “First task—start cultivating. Once you gather even a little energy, then you can help cook.”

He handed Alex a thin bamboo scroll.

“This is the Fire Control Art. It lets you control fire in the air. We need it here. Cultivate properly. From now on, you’re Ninth. I’m Number Eight.”

Before Alex could answer, Number Eight waved over another servant.

“Take Ninth to his place.”

The servant bowed and led Alex away to a quiet corner of the grounds. A small wooden house stood there, plain and weathered.

“Sir Ninth, this is your residence.”

Then he hurried off.

Alex stepped inside.

The room was bare. A narrow bed. A rough wooden table. Outside, a well and a few sparse fruit trees.

It looked like a rundown village shack—functional, forgotten.

He sat down and opened the Fire Control Art.

The scroll only covered the first three levels. Nothing more. No promises. No advanced guidance.

Just breathing techniques. Drawing fire-aligned energy from the air. Refining it inside the body.

Pure cultivation.

He cleared his mind.

This was his first time cultivating the Xia way.

He adjusted his posture to match the illustration and slowed his breathing.

Deep. Controlled. Measured.

After three steady breaths, he began drawing in fire energy.

The world blurred.

He sank into meditation.

Then—

A furious shout shattered the silence.

“I’m Wang Junhao! Whoever stole my position as ninth core disciple of the kitchen—get out here now!”

Alex flinched and instinctively leaned toward the window.

The moment his head appeared, a sallow-faced young man outside locked onto him, eyes blazing.

“So you’re the bastard who stole my spot!” Wang Junhao roared. “The position I waited a hundred years for! I worked my way from junior to senior, dreaming of becoming core—and you take it from me?”

Behind him stood nearly twenty kitchen servants, crowding the path. Their faces were twisted with envy and hostility.

“Brother Wang, let’s just kill him,” one said coldly.

“Senior Wang, how dare he steal your spot?”

“Kill him,” another added viciously. “Grind him up and use him as fertilizer.”

Alex took them in calmly.

Becoming Ninth had made him enemies.

And not just one.