Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 577

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 577

When the Fatty brothers realized Alex had sealed himself off to cultivate, they made a quiet decision.

They wouldn’t disturb him.

Every day, they prepared food pills for him. They set aside rare herbs so he could focus entirely on cultivation. Whatever he needed, they provided—no complaints, no questions.

By now, they had fully mastered the upgraded food pill recipes. They could even refine extra pills from the leftovers. They no longer depended on Alex.

On top of that, they had gained nearly a hundred new servants and a substantial amount of money. Their days were packed with managing people, tracking profits, and solidifying their new status. They were busy building their future.

The least they could do for Alex was give him silence.

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One month passed.

Inside his room, Alex felt it clearly—his cultivation rising from the First Level of Qi Condensation to the Second.

The energy within him grew denser. Sharper. More precise.

“Ninth Junior Brother,” Eight Fatty said one afternoon, standing in the doorway. “Why not take a break? You’ve been cultivating nonstop for over a month.”

The others stood behind him, worry written across their faces.

Alex didn’t open his eyes. “No. I won’t stop until I know I can survive here.”

He had set a clear goal. At minimum, he needed to reach the Fourth Level of Qi Condensation. Only then would he have the basic strength to protect himself.

Time passed.

Three months.

Alex cultivated like a man possessed.

“It’s been three months,” one brother muttered.

“So?”

“So I can’t even commit to cultivating for three weeks.”

Another nodded solemnly. “I once tried to cultivate seriously.”

“What happened?”

“I remembered snacks exist.”

They all glanced toward Alex’s room as another pulse of Qi rippled through the walls.

“…He’s built different,” someone whispered.

“No,” Eight Fatty corrected. “He’s built wrong.”

For servants like them, discipline was the hardest thing in the world. Most could manage a day or two before boredom devoured them. The better ones lasted a week. Two weeks at best.

After that, they drifted.

But Alex was different.

He had shattered every limit of discipline. He treated cultivation like breathing. Like survival itself. Three months of nonstop practice didn’t exhaust him mentally. It barely challenged him.

In his past life, he had endured far worse.

To him, three months was nothing.

Then two more months passed.

Six months of continuous cultivation.

Eight Fatty and the others were no longer impressed.

They were worried.

They whispered among themselves, afraid Alex might actually push himself to death. His body had grown leaner, sharper. His presence heavier.

“He’s going to collapse one day,” one said nervously.

“He hasn’t stopped once.”

And then—

It happened again.

A violent explosion ripped through the air.

The blast erupted from Alex’s room, shaking the walls and sending a shockwave across the courtyard.

Eight Fatty and the others froze.

The air itself trembled.

“Little Ninth broke through!”

“The Fifth Level of Qi Condensation!”

“He hasn’t even been here a year—and he’s already at the fifth level! That’s unheard of!”

“No one in the sect’s history has advanced this fast. He’s practically a monster!”

Inside the room, Alex exhaled slowly, almost amused.

“It took me nearly a year to reach the Fifth Level,” he murmured.

Back in Estoria, cultivation had felt like starvation. He’d scraped energy from the earth like a beggar licking crumbs from stone.

Every breath brought almost nothing. Every breakthrough cost blood and sweat.

But here?

The Heaven and Earth Energy was so dense it felt solid against his skin.

Back then, he had survived on scraps—barely inhaling enough spiritual energy to stay alive.

Here, he wasn’t breathing it in.

He was devouring it.

Like a man dying of thirst who suddenly finds an oasis, he drank in the energy in desperate, greedy gulps.

With the kitchen’s food pills boosting him further, the results were absurd. He felt like a balloon being pumped full—no leaks, no loss.

But the true miracle wasn’t the environment.

It was the Royal Imperial Cultivation technique.

In the past, even if he drew in one hundred percent of the surrounding energy, his body could only absorb twenty to twenty-five percent. A technique that absorbed thirty or forty percent was already considered legendary.

The Royal Imperial method?

It captured almost everything.

Ninety-nine percent entered his body. No waste. No escape.

That was the real terror.

Alex knew Wang Junhao had been at the Third Level of Qi Condensation. That was why Alex had forced himself to reach the Fourth before feeling safe.

But he’d thought it through.

Wang Junhao was arrogant—but not foolish. After losing once, he wouldn’t challenge Alex again unless he believed he could win. He would only return after breaking through to the Fourth Level himself.

Only then would he dare.

That was why Alex pushed further.

Fifth Level.

At that stage, even if Wang Junhao reached the Fourth Level, Alex would still hold the advantage.

Finally, he allowed himself to stop.

—

In the kitchen courtyard, Eight Fatty and the others were already rushing toward Alex’s room, faces glowing with excitement, ready to congratulate him.

Then they froze.

A large group stormed into the courtyard.

At the front stood Wang Junhao.

Behind him were twenty others, all wearing the uniform of the Servants’ Disciple Department. Their expressions were cold, official.

Wang Junhao’s gaze locked onto Alex like a drawn blade.

“Number Ninth!” he shouted, his voice slicing through the courtyard.

“Last time, you used underhanded tricks to win against me.”

He stepped forward, chin raised in challenge.

“I officially declare a rematch!” Wang Junhao announced.

“With the Servants’ Disciple Department as witness!”

One Fatty whispered, “Is that good?”

Another whispered back, “It means we can’t bury his body quietly.”

Alex finally stepped forward, brushing dust from his sleeves.

“Don’t you dare run,” Wang Junhao sneered.

“Run?” Alex blinked, genuinely offended.

A faint, dangerous smile curved at the corner of his mouth.

“I’ve been in isolation for half a year. I was starting to get bored.”

His eyes locked onto Wang Junhao’s.

“I’ve been wanting to stretch my bones… maybe hit someone. And you just happened to show up.”

He tilted his head slightly.

“Looks like it’s your lucky day.”