Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 593

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 593

Alex stood in the quiet library of the Medicine Pavilion.

At a wooden table near the entrance, an elder sat in deep meditation. His eyes were closed, his breathing slow and steady, as if the outside world didn’t exist.

Alex approached and spoke with respect.

“Honorable Elder,” he said, bowing slightly. “I’d like to access the second floor using my merit points.”

The elder didn’t open his eyes.

“Place your medallion on the table. One day on the second floor costs one thousand merit points. When your points run out, someone will escort you out.”

“Thank you,” Alex replied with another slight bow.

He set his medallion on the table, then turned and walked toward the staircase.

Normally, a faint energy barrier blocked the path to the second floor, denying him entry no matter how close he got.

But this time, the barrier parted without a sound.

Alex climbed the stairs.

The difference was obvious the moment he reached the second floor.

The space was much smaller than the first. Instead of endless shelves packed with books, only a few quiet rows filled the room.

Alex estimated there were around two thousand books here.

The first floor probably held at least ten thousand.

Only two people were present.

Both were elders.

They sat at separate tables, reading slowly, turning pages with the patience of people who had spent their entire lives surrounded by books.

Alex didn’t greet them.

He walked to the nearest shelf, picked up the first book—

—and started reading.

Not carefully.

Not slowly.

He flipped through the pages at high speed, his eyes scanning each line in an instant before returning the book to the shelf.

Then he grabbed the next one.

And the next.

To anyone watching, it looked ridiculous.

Like someone pretending to read.

But Alex had a reason.

He didn’t need to memorize everything himself.

Gaia was recording every page he saw.

Later, whenever he needed specific information, Gaia could analyze the entire archive instantly.

So Alex kept going.

Book after book.

Shelf after shelf.

He didn’t care if the content was about medicine, poison, herbs, or ancient theories.

Everything had value.

Everything was data.

The first day passed quietly.

The two elders occasionally glanced at him, their brows tightening at the way he “read.”

Flip.

Scan.

Return.

Repeat.

But neither of them said a word.

They simply went back to their own books.

The second day passed the same way.

Alex moved through the shelves like a storm of turning pages.

By the third day, he had nearly finished the entire second floor.

That’s when someone new arrived.

Footsteps echoed from the staircase.

A middle-aged man stepped onto the second floor—and stopped the moment he saw Alex.

From across the room, he watched.

Alex grabbed a book.

Flipped through it in seconds.

Returned it.

Then grabbed another.

The man’s eyes narrowed.

He walked closer.

When he reached Alex’s side, his voice turned cold.

“Young disciple. That’s not how you read.”

“If you’re here just to fool around, you should leave immediately.”

Alex slowly turned his head.

“I entered with my merit points,” he said evenly. “So can you stop bothering me and mind your own business?”

Then he turned back to the shelf, picked up another book, and continued exactly as before.

The man’s expression darkened.

“I am Han Fei,” he said sharply, his voice carrying authority. “I’ve served as assistant elder of the Pill Creation Pavilion for over twenty years. Show me the respect you owe me.”

Alex kept flipping pages.

Han Fei’s eyes grew colder.

“Out of kindness, I’m trying to guide you so you can have a better future,” he continued. “But you refuse to listen.”

“Now I order you to leave the second floor immediately.”

He pointed at the shelves.

“You’re not studying.”

“You’re damaging these books.”

“Brother,” Alex said calmly without looking at him, his eyes still moving across the page, “I don’t know how you got access to the second floor. But if you’re using merit points like I am, shouldn’t you focus on what you came here for?”

He flipped another page.

“So stop worrying about how I spend my time. We’re both paying to be here.”

“You—!”

Han Fei exploded.

“I’m doing this for your own good, and you dare reject my guidance?” he barked. “You don’t even show respect! I’m your senior. You should bow when you speak to me!”

“And yet you stand there acting arrogant?”

He pointed toward the staircase.

“Get out. Leave the second floor immediately!”

Alex had plenty he could say.

But arguing with someone like this felt like a waste of time.

He was almost done scanning the entire floor anyway.

So he ignored him.

Completely.

Another page turned.

Han Fei’s anger boiled over.

Being ignored was worse than being insulted.

His hand shot forward, reaching for Alex’s collar—

—but Alex shifted slightly.

The movement was so natural it looked unconscious.

His eyes never left the book.

Han Fei’s hand closed on empty air.

“You!”

Shock flashed across his face.

Han Fei was a Great Qi Condensation cultivator. He could clearly sense Alex’s level—

Ninth Qi Condensation.

By all logic, someone like Alex should have been easy to control.

Yet every time Han Fei reached out—

Alex moved just enough to avoid him.

Once.

Twice.

Five times.

Ten.

No matter how often he tried, his hand never landed.

Frustration turned into humiliation.

Finally, Han Fei stopped trying to grab him.

Instead, he struck toward Alex’s shoulder.

Alex leaned slightly.

Another ten failed attempts followed.

Han Fei’s temper snapped.

His open hand slowly curled into a fist.

Now he was truly furious.

He threw punch after punch—aiming for Alex’s chest, his shoulder, even his head.

But Alex kept flipping through the book, his body shifting naturally, dodging every blow without even looking.

To anyone watching, it was surreal.

The assistant elder was attacking—

—and Alex looked like he was just… reading.

Minutes passed.

Han Fei kept striking at empty air, growing more frustrated with every miss.

Alex assumed the man would eventually tire himself out and leave.

But suddenly—

Han Fei’s face flushed red.

His eyes burned with rage.

Qi surged through his body.

This time, he raised his hand with real power behind it.

A heavy strike meant to crush Alex where he stood.

The moment the killing intent surfaced—

Alex reacted instinctively.

His body moved before his mind caught up.

His fist shot out.

One punch.

Straight into Han Fei’s face.

THUD.

The impact echoed through the quiet library.

Han Fei’s eyes widened in shock.

He had never expected Alex to fight back.

Alex froze.

He hadn’t meant to hit him.

But it had already happened.

Han Fei’s body swayed—

then collapsed to the floor.

Unconscious.

Silence settled over the second floor.

Alex glanced around.

One of the elders had lifted his head and was watching.

“I didn’t mean to hit him,” Alex said quickly. “It was… accidental.”

The elder waved a hand dismissively.

“No need to worry.”

He closed his book calmly.

“I saw everything. He attacked you about fifty times.”

The elder glanced at Han Fei.

“You returned one punch.”

Then he looked back at Alex.

“No one will blame you. But next time, try not to be so generous.”

“Thank you,” Alex said, bowing slightly.

He looked down at Han Fei.

When this man woke up, there would definitely be trouble.

Alex had no doubt about that.

Fortunately, over the past few days, he had studied several books on acupuncture and energy channels.

So before returning to the shelves, he crouched beside Han Fei.

With calm precision, he tapped several points on the man’s body.

Sleep points.

Energy suppression points.

Nothing harmful.

Just enough to keep him unconscious for a while.

Alex stood and brushed off his hands.

“Now you can rest peacefully,” he murmured.

Han Fei wouldn’t wake up for at least twenty-four hours.

Just to be polite, Alex adjusted his position so he lay more comfortably on the floor.

Then he returned to the shelves.

And kept working.

Book after book.

Page after page.

Gaia recorded everything.

Six hours later, Alex finished scanning the entire second floor.

Every single book.

There was nothing left.

He closed the final book, returned it, and headed for the staircase to the third floor.

But just before reaching it, something caught his eye.

A long hallway stretched ahead.

The walls were covered with sheets of paper.

Curious, Alex walked closer.

Each sheet held a question.

Technical ones—about medicine, herbs, cultivation, rare materials.

Beneath many were written answers.

Different handwriting.

Different opinions.

Some were theories.

Some were guesses.

Alex stopped at one.

How can the Earth Spirit Ginseng grow longer than one meter?

Several answers were already written below it.

But Alex immediately saw the issue.

None of them were correct.

He frowned—

then smiled.

Back on Prussia, online forums were filled with people asking questions and helping each other.

A simple system.

Effective.

This felt similar.

So Alex decided to help.

He picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote beneath the question:

You need to add herbs like Moonlight Grass to balance the cold yin energy surrounding the Earth Spirit Ginseng. Without neutralizing that energy, its growth will weaken and never exceed one meter.

He continued, explaining the full method in detail.

Only after finishing did he set the pen down.

Then he moved to the next question.

Another problem.

Another answer.

Some were complex.

But Gaia analyzed the data from thousands of books Alex had already scanned.

The answers came quickly.

Precise.

Accurate.

Alex moved from paper to paper, writing solutions.

Sometimes the questions sparked new insights.

Sometimes Gaia uncovered hidden connections within the data.

Time passed quietly.

By the time Alex finished, every question on the walls had an answer.

He stepped back and looked down the corridor.

For the first time, he felt something unexpected.

Satisfaction.

Helping others solve problems felt… good.

Then he turned and headed for the stairs.

Alex climbed to the third floor.

This time, there was no barrier.

The stairs opened directly into the next level.

But the moment he stepped inside—

he stopped.

All four walls were covered in papers.

Hundreds.

Maybe thousands.

Every single one was a question.

None had answers.

The space was even quieter than below.

A long wooden table stood in the center. A few shelves lined the walls, holding a small collection of books—far fewer than the lower floors.

Alex estimated around two hundred.

He nodded to himself.

“Alright,” he murmured. “Let’s help the community a little more.”

He picked up the pen again and approached the wall.

He chose a question at random.

Why do Frost Vine roots rot when planted beside Spirit Jade soil?

He read it twice.

Gaia responded instantly.

“Conflict between cold yin resonance and jade mineral radiation. Root tissue collapses after prolonged exposure.”

Alex nodded.

Simple.

He picked up the pen and wrote:

The Frost Vine root absorbs cold yin energy. Spirit Jade soil emits neutral mineral radiation that disrupts this absorption cycle, causing root decay. Plant Frost Vine in Moon Clay instead to stabilize energy flow.

He stepped back.

Looked at the answer.

And gave a faint smile.

One down.

The blank walls began to change.

One by one—

questions left unanswered for years… even decades—

finally received answers.

Some problems required deeper analysis.

When that happened, Gaia processed the data in the background.

While waiting, Alex turned to the shelves.

He skimmed more books.

Page after page.

More data for Gaia.

Then he returned to the walls and wrote the answers once the analysis was complete.

The cycle continued.

Question.

Analysis.

Book.

Answer.

Days passed.

Meanwhile, Han Fei slowly regained consciousness.

His head throbbed.

He opened his eyes to find himself lying on the first floor of the Medicine Pavilion library.

For a moment, he was confused.

Then memory hit.

That arrogant brat.

Han Fei shot to his feet and rushed toward the staircase.

But the moment he stepped forward—

a barrier stopped him.

He slammed into it and stumbled back.

“What?!”

He turned to the elder at the entrance.

“I paid one thousand merit points!” he shouted. “It took me half a year to save that! Why can’t I enter the second floor?!”

The elder opened his eyes slowly and sighed.

“You already entered yesterday,” he said calmly.

Han Fei froze.

“You spent the entire day sleeping on the second floor.”

The elder shrugged.

“If you wanted to sleep, why waste a thousand merit points doing it there?”

Han Fei’s face twisted with rage.

“Someone knocked me out!” he shouted. “I was attacked!”

The elder closed his eyes again.

“I don’t care.”

His voice was indifferent.

“You used your merit points. That’s your problem.”

Han Fei’s fists clenched.

One thousand merit points.

Do you know how hard that was to earn?

A normal Earth Spirit Ginseng only gave ten.

He had worked endlessly to collect those points.

And now they were gone.

All for sleep.

“That bastard…” he muttered through clenched teeth.

Then his gaze fell on the table.

Alex’s medallion still sat there.

His expression darkened.

“You think you can humiliate me and walk away?” he snarled.

He turned and stormed out of the Medicine Pavilion.

“I’ll bring my brothers,” he muttered coldly. “Let’s see how long you can hide.”

Not long after, Han Fei gathered a group of outer disciples.

His voice burned with anger.

“Listen! A young brat robbed me of one thousand merit points and is hiding inside the Medicine Pavilion library!”

“I want justice!”

Several disciples stepped forward immediately.

“Who dares rob Brother Han Fei?”

“Let’s go teach him a lesson!”

Another sneered. “Brother Han Fei is the assistant elder of the Medicine Pavilion. Who would dare disrespect him?”

One man cracked his knuckles.

“Anyone who robs my brother deserves to die.”

Soon, nearly thirty outer disciples gathered.

Together, they marched to the Medicine Pavilion.

They stopped outside the entrance, arms crossed, eyes cold with hostility.

Waiting.

Patiently.

“For him to come out,” one of them said.

“When he does…”

“He’s dead.”