Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 606

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 606

It took less than a week for the story to spread.

By the time it did, not a single disciple in the sect hadn’t heard it—Jun Jiu had defeated Hou Mei.

The tale swept through the Wudang Sect like wildfire, growing louder, sharper, more exaggerated with every retelling.

No one could fully agree on what had actually happened in that match. The outcome had been… unclear. Messy. Controversial.

But one truth stood firm.

Jun Jiu had never been defeated.

And that alone was enough.

The Wudang Sect spanned thirteen towering peaks, ten of which housed its major departments. Among them stood Thousand Herbs Peak.

Soon, the top five disciples from each peak would gather.

They would fight.

The rankings of the outer disciples would be decided in that clash—and with it, the distribution of resources for the entire year.

Support.

Supplies.

Influence.

Everything was on the line.

And Alex… was already at the center of it all.

These days, whenever he stepped outside, the atmosphere shifted.

Outer Sect disciples greeted him with bright smiles and loud enthusiasm, their voices filled with admiration. Some even bowed slightly as he passed, their eyes gleaming with something dangerously close to reverence.

Meanwhile, the number of people working in his garden had exploded.

What had once been a group of a hundred had grown to three hundred… and it was still increasing.

They came willingly.

Too willingly.

Alex didn’t know what to do with them.

So he didn’t.

Instead, he handed everything over to Gaia.

She built a system—cold, efficient, precise. The workers were managed like a perfectly calibrated machine. Tasks were assigned. Results were measured. Rewards were distributed based on performance.

No emotion. No chaos. No wasted effort.

It worked flawlessly.

And best of all…

Alex didn’t have to think about it.

“Elder Brother Jun.”

The voice pulled him back.

Lu Piao stood nearby, one of his most trusted aides, holding a stack of reports, his expression serious.

“The garden is stable,” Lu Piao said, handing over the documents. “Production has increased by fifty percent.”

Alex barely glanced at them.

“Is that all?”

Lu Piao hesitated.

“No. There’s something else.”

“All ten peaks,” he continued, “have already placed you on their watch list.”

“Their top disciples are wary of you. Very wary.”

Alex frowned slightly. “Why?”

Lu Piao let out a quiet breath.

“Because you’re one of the strongest competitors,” he said. “And not just that—you made a name for yourself by striking an Elder. Do you know how insane that sounds? Almost no one would dare do something like that.”

“To them… you’re the biggest obstacle standing between them and first place.”

Alex listened.

Then he yawned.

“I’m not interested in fighting anymore,” he said lazily, stretching his arms. “I’ll just surrender.”

Lu Piao blinked.

For a moment, he thought he’d misheard.

But Alex had already turned away, as if the entire matter was beneath him—as if the storm gathering around him didn’t exist at all.

“Really?” Lu Piao stared at him, stunned. “Do you even understand what you’re walking away from? If you take first place, you’ll be rewarded—top-grade weapons, rare pills… even high-level martial arts manuals.”

Alex shook his head without hesitation.

“I don’t want any of that.”

To him, those rewards meant nothing.

He already possessed the royal family’s cultivation method—something far beyond what most disciples could ever hope to touch.

He didn’t need anything else.

Lu Piao studied him for a moment, then slowly nodded, as if trying to make sense of something that refused to be understood.

“If that’s the case… then they shouldn’t be worried about you at all.” He exhaled, his tone easing slightly.

“You can focus entirely on your cultivation. At your current pace, reaching Foundation Establishment is only a matter of time. You’re already at the peak of the great cycle of Qi Condensation.”

He paused, then continued—more quietly, more earnestly.

“I believe you’ll definitely reach it, Elder Brother Jun.”

Lu Piao’s gaze drifted, as if recalling something distant.

“You know… for cultivators like us, the beginning is always the same. We start as servants. Then, if we’re lucky, we enter the Outer Sect.”

His lips curled into a faint, bitter smile.

“People like to compare it to a fish leaping over the dragon gate.”

He shook his head.

“But that’s not the truth.”

“The real leap—the one that actually matters—is breaking through from Qi Condensation to Foundation Establishment.”

“That’s when everything changes. That’s when you stop being… mortal.”

“That’s when you step onto the true path of immortality.”

“And your lifespan… increases by one to two hundred years.”

Alex’s head snapped up.

“Did you just say… reaching Foundation Establishment gives you an extra hundred years of life?”

“…Yes,” Lu Piao answered slowly, nodding.

Alex inhaled sharply, the sound rough—almost desperate. Then he began pacing across the courtyard.

Back and forth.

Faster.

Time didn’t flow the same between worlds. One year on Xia or Estoria equaled a hundred years here.

That meant if he wanted to survive five years on Estoria…

He needed at least five hundred years of life in this world.

The realization struck like lightning.

Foundation Establishment was no longer just a stage of cultivation.

It was survival.

It was time itself.

“One hundred years… Foundation Establishment…” Alex muttered. Then his head snapped up, his eyes blazing with certainty. “I’m going to reach it. No matter what—I will reach Foundation Establishment.”

From that moment on, everything changed.

He gave Gaia a single command.

Find the best possible path.

Not the fastest.

Not the easiest.

The best.

It took nearly a week for Gaia to complete the calculations—to analyze, reconstruct, and design a method that surpassed anything known within the Wudang Sect.

Because the traditional path… was flawed.

Foundation Establishment was normally built upon five elements—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Every cultivator chose one.

Just one.

They built their entire foundation on that element, shaping their power around it.

But that choice came with a weakness.

Fire was suppressed by water.

Water was countered by earth.

Every element had its opposite. Every strength carried an inherent flaw.

Some tried to overcome this by cultivating dual elements—but that came at a cost. The foundation became unstable, weaker than those who committed fully to a single element.

In the end, most had no choice.

They picked one.

And lived with the consequences.

But Alex… was different.

He had seen something else.

Buried deep within the royal family’s cultivation records was a forbidden concept—something no one in the Wudang Sect had ever even heard of.

A Five-Element Foundation Establishment.

Not five elements clashing against each other—

But five elements working in harmony.

A perfect cycle.

Metal feeds water. Water nourishes wood. Wood fuels fire. Fire creates earth.

Earth gives birth to metal.

A closed loop.

Balanced. Endless.

Perfect.

A foundation without weakness.

A power that could grow without limit.

But such perfection came with a price.

A brutal one.

To achieve it, Alex couldn’t simply break through once.

He had to do it five times.

He had to form a complete Foundation Establishment for each element—one by one.

Metal.

Wood.

Water.

Fire.

Earth.

Only after completing all five could he merge them using the royal family’s technique… forging a true Five-Element Foundation.

It meant his path would take five times longer than anyone else’s.

Five times the effort.

Five times the risk.

But the reward…

Alex’s breathing grew heavier as the realization sank in.

Instead of gaining just one hundred years of lifespan—

He would gain five hundred.

Five full cycles of life.

Five chances to survive.

Five chances to win against time itself.

No one in the Wudang Sect had ever attempted something like this.

No one had even imagined it.

But Alex didn’t hesitate.

Because to him—

This was no longer cultivation.

This was war against death.

He had to keep it secret.

Everything.

The method. The goal. The truth behind what he was about to attempt.

If anyone found out… it wouldn’t just bring trouble.

It would bring enemies.

So Alex made his decision.

Closed-door cultivation.

No distractions. No interruptions. No one allowed inside.

He was just about to seal himself away when a voice called from outside his hut.

“Big Brother Jun Jiu!”

Lu Piao.

Alex didn’t move. “What is it?”

“There’s an Outer Sect disciple from Sword Peak,” Lu Piao said from beyond the door. “He wants to challenge you.”

Alex didn’t hesitate.

“Tell them I’m not fighting. I’ll surrender. They can find someone else.”

A brief pause.

“Are you sure, brother?” Lu Piao asked, uncertainty creeping into his voice.

“Yes.”

Alex didn’t even bother opening the door.

“…Understood. I’ll inform them.”

Footsteps faded.

Silence returned.

Alex exhaled slowly, closing his eyes as the tension slipped from his shoulders.

“Good,” he murmured. “Now I can finally have some peace.”

For a moment…

It almost felt real.

Then—

The silence shattered.

A sudden commotion erupted outside his hut—shouting, hurried footsteps, voices tangled in panic, tearing through the quiet like a blade.

Alex’s eyes snapped open.

“Big Brother Alex!”

The voice was urgent. Breathless.

Alex stepped toward the door, irritation already rising. “What happened?”

One of the disciples stumbled forward, face pale.

“Something happened to Brother Lu Piao.”

Alex’s expression hardened instantly. “What happened?”

The disciple swallowed.

“The Sword Peak disciples… they cut off his hand. They said since they couldn’t fight you… they’d prove you were nothing but a coward.”

For a split second—

Everything went still.

Then Alex opened the door.

And the world turned red.

Lu Piao was there.

Collapsed against another disciple, his body trembling. One arm hung uselessly—severed, barely attached. Blood soaked his robes, dripping steadily to the ground.

The metallic scent filled the air.

His face was pale. Lips trembling.

“Big… Brother Alex…” Lu Piao forced out through clenched teeth, his voice breaking with pain. “I’m… sorry… I couldn’t—”

“Enough.”

Alex’s voice cut through him like steel.

“Take him to the healing department,” Alex ordered, pulling out his medallion and tossing it over. “Use my merit points. Whatever it takes.”

“Yes, Big Brother!”

The disciples moved immediately, supporting Lu Piao as they rushed away.

But Lu Piao’s eyes lingered.

Filled with guilt.

With shame.

Alex didn’t look at him again.

Instead, he turned slowly to the others, his face unreadable—too calm.

“Take me to them.”

The words were soft.

But something beneath them wasn’t.

The disciples froze.

“B-Big Brother…” one stammered, fear flashing across his face. “There are five of them—from Sword Peak. You can’t fight all of them alone.”

Another added quickly, “This is against the rules! Disciples aren’t supposed to harm each other like this. We should report it to an Elder—”

Alex didn’t let him finish.

“No need.”

Inside his chest—

Something burned.

Slow. Violent. Uncontrollable.

“Just take me there,” he said quietly. “I only want to… see them.”

The air grew heavy.

No one spoke again.

“…Yes, Big Brother.”

And as they led him away—

No one noticed how tightly Alex’s fists had clenched.

Or how the calm in his eyes…

Had already turned into something far more dangerous.