Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 626

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 626

Li Qingxue guided him gently downward through the endless sea of spiritual plants.

The closer they descended, the stronger the medicinal qi became.

It rolled through the air in visible streams of pale gold mist so dense that every breath felt like swallowing liquid cultivation energy. The old sect master felt his meridians tremble just from inhaling.

When his feet finally touched the ground, he stood frozen among towering rows of radiant spirit plants.

The soil beneath him was black and rich, threaded with faint silver lines where formation energy pulsed like veins beneath living flesh.

Above, hundreds of drones moved in silent harmony.

Not one collided.

Not one hesitated.

Each machine flowed with impossible precision, watering, harvesting, analyzing, pruning, and replanting in a perfect endless cycle.

The old master slowly reached trembling fingers toward a nearby fruit hanging from a low branch.

It was a Nine Sun Spirit Peach.

His breath caught sharply in his throat.

In the old days, a single one of these fruits would have triggered a sect-wide celebration. Elders would’ve fought over who deserved to consume it.

Now entire orchards stretched before him.

Li Qingxue spoke softly beside him. “Go ahead, Master.”

The old man carefully plucked the peach from its branch.

Warmth spread instantly across his palm. Dense spiritual qi pulsed from the fruit like a second heartbeat.

His fingers shook harder.

“It’s real…” he whispered.

Then, almost fearfully, he bit into it.

Sweet juice exploded across his tongue.

The old sect master’s eyes widened violently.

The spiritual energy inside the fruit erupted through his body like a river breaking through a dam. His cultivation stirred immediately, surging with astonishing purity.

“W-What quality is this?” he choked out.

“Peak-grade,” Li Qingxue answered calmly. “Almost every harvest reaches peak quality now.”

The old master nearly crushed the fruit in his hand.

Impossible.

Peak-grade spiritual fruits required near-perfect growth conditions. Even Wudang at its height had considered thirty percent success miraculous.

Yet here—

Here it was routine.

He looked around again, truly looked this time.

Every tree stood at identical spacing.

Every herb plot received perfectly measured sunlight from floating reflective arrays high overhead.

The temperature itself felt unnaturally stable. Not too warm. Not too cold.

Even the wind currents had been controlled.

Jun Jiu hadn’t simply expanded the gardens.

He had engineered them.

The realization sent a chill through the old man’s spine.

“This…” He swallowed hard. “This isn’t farming anymore.”

Li Qingxue nodded slowly.

“No. It’s production.”

The word echoed heavily in the old sect master’s mind.

Production.

As though spiritual treasures were no different from forged weapons or crafted furniture.

And somehow… somehow it worked.

A low hum suddenly rolled across the valley.

The old sect master looked upward instinctively.

His eyes widened again as an enormous transport drone descended from the clouds carrying a suspended platform loaded with harvested spiritual fruits and herbs.

The machine was gigantic, larger than some sect halls.

It floated effortlessly.

No spiritual beasts pulled it.

No cultivators controlled it.

Only cold, terrifying efficiency.

The platform descended toward a distant processing facility where countless glowing windows pulsed with activity.

Li Qingxue followed his gaze.

“Today’s harvest shipment,” she explained. “The medicine factories will process everything by tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“Yes.”

The old master stared at her like she’d gone mad.

“That harvest alone would’ve taken the old herb halls three months to process.”

Li Qingxue gave a small helpless smile.

“The factories don’t sleep, Master.”

Silence fell between them again.

Only the endless hum of drones and rustling spirit plants filled the valley.

Finally, the old sect master spoke quietly.

“How many disciples died from qi deviation during the last ten years?”

Li Qingxue blinked, surprised by the question.

“…None.”

The old man’s head snapped toward her.

“None?”

“Not one.”

She pointed toward several distant towers rising beyond the herb valleys.

“Mother Gaia monitors every disciple continuously. If someone’s qi becomes unstable, they’re immediately flagged and treated before deviation can occur.”

The old sect master felt his chest tighten painfully.

Qi deviation.

For thousands of years it had been accepted as unavoidable.

Cultivators exploded. Meridians shattered. Talented disciples died screaming in agony because no one noticed the warning signs in time.

It was simply the price of cultivation.

And Jun Jiu had apparently decided that price was unacceptable.

The old man suddenly laughed.

A weak, disbelieving laugh.

Then the laughter broke halfway into something dangerously close to sobbing.

“That boy…”

He covered his face with one trembling hand.

“That terrifying little monster…”

Li Qingxue watched quietly as the old sect master stood in the middle of the impossible paradise Alex had created.

After a long silence, the old man lowered his hand and looked across the endless fields once more.

“When I entered seclusion,” he said hoarsely, “I believed I was leaving Wudang in dangerous hands.”

His gaze drifted toward the distant central peak.

“Now I realize…”

A slow breath escaped him.

“…I left it in the hands of someone who may surpass the founder himself.”