Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 621

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 621

Another elder shot him a cold glare. “Do you honestly think you could drag him here if he doesn’t want to come?”

The hall fell silent.

Elder Tong’s humiliating defeat still lingered fresh in everyone’s mind—a brutal reminder none of them could ignore. Forcing Jun Jiu to do anything against his will would not be easy. More likely, it would create a disaster no one wanted to face.

The Sect Master gave a calm nod. “Then tomorrow, I will go see him myself.”

Shock rippled through the room.

The rule had always been absolute: when the Sect Master summoned a disciple, the disciple came immediately and bowed. Never—not once in Wudang’s long history—had a Sect Master personally gone to meet a disciple after being refused.

“That arrogant brat,” one elder snapped. “Why don’t we punish him and drag him here by force?”

“That is certainly an option,” the Sect Master replied evenly. “But if you wish to do it, you may take your own disciples and go yourselves. Just remember what happened to Elder Tong. I suggest preparing carefully first.”

The elder’s confidence vanished instantly. He shut his mouth and looked away.

Everyone knew he was nowhere near Elder Tong’s level. And even Elder Tong had ended up kneeling before Jun Jiu.

Uneasy glances passed between the elders. Heavy silence settled over the hall.

This was the first time in Wudang’s history that a single disciple had claimed first place on every peak.

And it was also the first time the sect had gained a disciple it could not control.

The next morning, the Sect Master arrived at Alex’s modest hut alongside several elders and Li Qingxue.

Alex had sensed them coming long before they entered the clearing. Out of basic courtesy, he waited outside his yard beneath the warm morning sun.

When the group stopped in front of him, Alex offered a slight bow. “Sect Master.”

One elder immediately stepped forward, fury written across his face. “Jun Jiu! How dare you remain standing instead of kneeling before the Sect Master? And after you ignored his summons yesterday—”

Alex met the man’s glare without flinching. “I never chose to join the Wudang Sect. I was taken from Xia against my will. As far as I’m concerned, I still don’t belong to this sect.”

“How dare—!”

The elder’s roar cut off abruptly.

His body locked in place. A heartbeat later, his knees slammed into the dirt with a heavy thud. He knelt there helplessly, unable to rise or even speak.

No one saw Alex move.

There was no visible burst of qi. No pressure in the air. Yet the elder remained pinned to the ground like a mountain was crushing him.

The entire group froze in stunned silence.

What they didn’t know was that Alex had already formed a Fivefold Heaven Foundation—one of the rarest and most terrifying foundations imaginable.

Even back at Qi Condensation, he had been capable of forcing an elder to kneel. Now, his true strength had climbed far beyond anything they could comprehend.

The elders’ faces turned pale.

They still believed Jun Jiu was only at the first stage of Foundation Establishment. Yet he had just casually suppressed someone at Greater Foundation Establishment—possibly even early Core Formation—without lifting a finger.

“Disciple Jun Jiu,” the Sect Master said softly, his calm voice carrying quiet authority, “even if you were brought here unwillingly, you have lived among us for years. You have eaten our food, trained on our mountains, and used the sect’s resources. Whether you like it or not, you are part of Wudang now.”

Alex stayed silent for a long moment.

He believed in simple fairness: treat him with respect, and he would return it. Treat him badly, and he had no problem becoming the problem.

“That’s exactly why I never left,” he finally replied, “even though I could’ve walked away anytime I wanted.”

He turned and walked to the rough wooden table outside his hut. From it, he picked up a stack of nearly twenty thick books.

“These contain sword arts, movement techniques, fist manuals, and many other lost Wudang arts,” Alex said calmly. “I wrote them all down from memory.”

He looked directly at the Sect Master.

“I want to give them back to the sect. After this, we won’t owe each other anything anymore.”

The elders froze, eyes widening with disbelief—and greed.

They knew Jun Jiu had mastered Wudang’s long-lost techniques. And now he was offering all of them back.

Several hands twitched instinctively, eager to snatch the books away.

But the Sect Master did not move.

So neither did anyone else.

Tension thickened in the morning air.

The Sect Master stared at the books for a long moment before letting out a slow sigh.

“Jun Jiu,” he said quietly, “I believe these teachings were left behind by the founder specifically for you. I have no right to take them.”

His expression grew solemn.

“And more than that, I believe you are the only person worthy of becoming Wudang’s next Sect Master. Please… inherit the sect and carry on its legacy.”

Stunned silence crashed over the clearing.

Every elder and disciple stared in shock. Even Li Qingxue’s eyes widened.

The meaning was unmistakable.

The current Sect Master had just named his successor.

The Thousand Herbs disciples immediately burst into excited whispers, pride lighting their faces.

Several elders, however, looked horrified.

“Sect Master, you can’t—” one of them began urgently.

Alex lowered his head slightly. “I’m sorry,” he said calmly, “but I can’t accept.”

Another wave of disbelief swept through the crowd.

In the cultivation world, people schemed and killed for opportunities like this.

Yet Alex rejected it without hesitation.

To him, the decision was simple. He had once ruled Estoria and stood as the wealthiest man in Prussia. Compared to that, the Wudang Sect—even with all its history—was still just a mountain sect tucked away in one corner of Xia.

He had no desire for its throne.

“Please accept these books,” Alex said, gently pushing the stack forward again. “Then let me leave. After this, our debt to each other will be settled.”

Instead of accepting them, the Sect Master bowed deeply.

“The founder’s inheritance was given to you alone,” he said. “I do not dare take it on behalf of the sect.”

Before anyone could react, he raised one hand.

A surge of powerful inner qi erupted outward.

In an instant, all twenty books burst into flames.

Fire consumed them almost immediately. Pages curled black. Ash scattered into the wind.

The elders who had been dreaming of reclaiming Wudang’s lost arts looked like their souls had been ripped out.

Several rushed forward in panic, dropping to their knees beside the burning remains. Trembling hands clawed through the ashes, desperately searching for even a single surviving page.

One elder carefully blew across a half-burned fragment, praying some line of text had survived.

There was nothing left.

Only gray ash drifting across the dirt in the morning breeze.

Their faces twisted with grief and disbelief. These were priceless techniques—treasures lost for centuries.

And the Sect Master had burned them without hesitation.

Alex stood frozen for a brief second, genuine shock flashing across his face.

Inside, fury exploded.

‘You old fox,’ he thought coldly. ‘I was trying to clear the debt between us, and you refuse—then burn everything instead?’

The Sect Master met his gaze calmly.

And in his heart, he answered silently:

‘I do not want that debt repaid. As long as it remains, you are still tied to Wudang. You are a good man, Jun Jiu. That means you won’t be able to abandon your obligations so easily.’

‘So stay.’