Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 625

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 625

Li Qingxue watched the shock spread across the old master’s face and couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at her lips.

“Master,” she said softly, “this is still Thousand Herb Peak.”

The old man descended slowly onto one of the broad stone platforms jutting from the mountainside. Except the “stone” beneath his feet wasn’t stone at all. It was smooth, dark, perfectly polished material harder than steel and seamless as glass.

His brows twitched.

He crouched down and tapped it lightly with a finger.

The sound that came back was sharp and metallic.

“What is this material?” he asked.

“Jun Jiu calls it reinforced alloy composite,” Li Qingxue replied. “The buildings are earthquake-resistant, fire-resistant, and designed to last thousands of years with minimal maintenance.”

The old master stared upward again.

The towers rose impossibly high into the clouds, connected by glowing bridges where disciples moved calmly back and forth. Transparent platforms floated between structures while strange metal boxes carried people vertically through the buildings without stairs.

The entire peak looked less like a sect and more like a heavenly kingdom pulled from a dream.

Then the scent hit him.

A rich medicinal fragrance rolled across the mountain air so dense and pure it made the qi in his meridians stir instinctively.

His eyes widened.

“This…”

Li Qingxue nodded. “The medicinal herbs.”

She guided him toward the nearest tower. The doors slid open automatically before them with a soft hiss.

The old master nearly jumped back.

“No one touched the doors!”

“They react to presence,” Li Qingxue explained patiently. “The buildings themselves are partially controlled by Mother Gaia.”

“Mother… what?”

“You’ll understand later.”

Inside, the old master’s entire world tilted sideways again.

The interior of the tower stretched upward for dozens upon dozens of levels. But instead of rooms or living quarters, every floor was filled with glowing rows of spiritual herbs growing in layered gardens under artificial sunlight.

Water flowed in crystal-clear channels suspended in midair.

Tiny drones drifted between the plants, trimming leaves, adjusting nutrients, harvesting mature herbs, and replanting new ones with mechanical precision.

Not a single disciple worked the fields.

Not one.

The old master’s breathing grew uneven.

“This… this is impossible.”

“It increases growth speed by nearly forty times,” Li Qingxue explained. “Some herbs that once required fifty years now mature in a little over a year.”

The old man turned sharply toward her.

“Forty times?”

“Yes.”

His knees almost gave out.

For generations, herb cultivation had been one of Wudang’s greatest bottlenecks. Rare medicines took decades or centuries to mature. Entire bloodlines had protected single gardens like sacred treasures.

And Jun Jiu had simply… solved the problem.

“How much medicine are we producing now?” he asked weakly.

Li Qingxue hesitated for only a moment.

“Enough to supply not only Wudang, but nearly a third of the entire murim market.”

The old master closed his eyes.

For several long seconds he said nothing at all.

When he finally spoke again, his voice sounded older.

“How rich are we exactly?”

Li Qingxue gave him a careful look.

“Truthfully?”

“Truthfully.”

“Wudang is likely the wealthiest power in all of Xia now.”

Silence.

Complete silence.

The old master slowly opened his eyes again and looked out through the transparent walls of the tower.

Far below, thousands of disciples moved through the transformed sect with purpose and confidence. Cargo drones crossed the skies. Flying vehicles traveled between peaks. Training arenas projected illusionary opponents for disciples to fight endlessly without injury.

And everywhere—everywhere—he could feel stronger qi.

The disciples themselves had changed.

Even the outer disciples carried denser foundations than inner disciples from ten years ago.

The old master suddenly remembered something and whipped around toward Li Qingxue.

“The children.”

She blinked. “Master?”

“The servants. The laborers. The mortal families. How many resources has he wasted on them?”

Li Qingxue’s expression softened strangely.

“He didn’t waste anything.”

She led him toward a lower district at the base of the tower complex.

The old master froze again the moment they arrived.

Children.

Hundreds of them.

Some were practicing martial forms under the guidance of floating holographic instructors. Others studied medicine, formations, mathematics, engineering, and subjects the old master couldn’t even recognize.

No one looked hungry.

No one looked afraid.

Even servant families walked with straight backs and bright eyes.

“What is this place?” he whispered.

“Jun Jiu calls it a school.”

“A… school?”

“He says talent shouldn’t be wasted simply because someone was born poor.”

The old master watched a tiny servant girl no older than seven calmly explain herb properties to a drone assistant while solving complex equations on a glowing screen.

His throat tightened unexpectedly.

In old Wudang, that child would’ve spent her entire life washing robes.

Now her eyes burned with ambition.

“How many people live on the mountain now?” he asked quietly.

“Almost ten times more than before.”

“Ten—”

“The sect no longer lacks resources, Master. Food, medicine, housing, education, cultivation manuals… everything can now be mass-produced.”

The old man felt dizzy.

Mass-produced cultivation.

If anyone in murim heard those words, they’d think it was madness.

Yet he was standing inside the proof.

Li Qingxue looked toward the distant central peak where the sect master’s hall pierced the clouds.

“He changed everything,” she said softly.

The old master followed her gaze.

For the first time in many years, fear crept into his heart.

Not fear of destruction.

Fear of what Jun Jiu might become if he continued like this.

Because this was no longer merely a martial sect.

This was the beginning of an entirely new civilization.