The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 563

Alex looked straight at Bai Yuhan.

“So I’m not your real big brother. Is that it?”

Bai Yuhan lifted her chin. Her face was serious, almost stubborn. “No. You’re not.”

“Good.” Alex didn’t hesitate. “Then that gold isn’t real either. Give it back.”

Bai Yuhan froze.

For a split second, her fingers tightened around the wooden box in her hands.

“No,” she said again, more firmly this time. “The gold is real. You’re not.”

A sharp smile touched Alex’s lips, but there was no warmth in it.

“Since I’m not your brother, and you’re not my little sister, I’ll just take my gold back.”

He stepped toward her.

Bai Yuhan immediately retreated, clutching the box to her chest. “No! This gold is mine.”

“But you’re not my little sister,” Alex said flatly.

“I am your little sister,” she shot back.

“You just said I’m not your big brother.” His voice hardened. “So how exactly are you my little sister? Give me back my gold.”

The tension snapped.

“Big Brother!” Bai Yuhan blurted out at last, her pride collapsing. “You are my best big brother. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have doubted you. It was my mistake. Please forgive me. Don’t take the gold away from me.”

Her voice softened, almost pleading.

Alex waved a dismissive hand. “Whatever. Don’t bother me.”

He turned and walked toward his room without looking back.

“Yes, Big Brother,” Bai Yuhan said, bowing deeply. “I won’t bother you for a thousand years. As long as you let me keep our money, you can stay in your room forever for all I care.”

“Good sister,” Alex replied lazily. “You’re the best little sister.”

With that, he entered his room and shut the door behind him.

The moment he was alone, his expression shattered.

He staggered two steps—

—and then vomited violently onto the floor.

Everything in his stomach came up in a single, brutal surge.

A faint mechanical hum filled the air.

From his mouth, a tiny swarm of nanobots drifted out, gathering midair. They merged together, forming a small metallic sphere that hovered quietly in front of him.

Alex’s vision blurred.

His knees buckled.

He collapsed onto the floor.

The nanobots could repair flesh. They could reshape tissue and close wounds.

But they weren’t natural. They forced the body to operate beyond its limits. Every cell had been driven into overdrive.

His brain chemistry was destabilized. His muscles were locked in constant tension.

He had been holding it together by sheer will.

Now that will was gone.

Darkness swallowed him.

When Alex finally woke, he was lying in bed.

His clothes had been changed.

His body still felt wrong—off-balance, as if gravity itself had shifted. His head throbbed. His muscles trembled faintly, refusing to fully relax.

He pushed himself up slowly.

The door creaked open.

A young maid stepped inside.

The moment she saw him sitting upright, her eyes widened. She spun around and ran out, shouting down the hallway, “Young Mistress! The Young Master is awake!”

Footsteps pounded.

The door burst open.

Bai Yuhan rushed in.

Her face was pale. Her eyes were red and swollen, as if she hadn’t slept. Worry clung to her like a shadow.

When she saw Alex conscious and sitting there, relief flooded her expression.

Her shoulders sagged.

Her eyes glistened.

For a heartbeat, she looked like she wanted to cry.

Then her lips moved.

“Why didn’t you just go die?”

Alex lifted his eyes slowly.

He studied Bai Yuhan’s face.

Every part of her body betrayed her—her stiff shoulders, her trembling fingers, the faint redness around her eyes. She had clearly been worried sick.

And yet her mouth? Sharp as a blade.

“Fine. Fine,” Alex muttered, his voice dry. “How long was I out?”

“Two weeks,” Bai Yuhan said.

Alex jerked upright. “What?”

“Two weeks,” she repeated. “You slept like a corpse. Even if someone had slit your throat, you wouldn’t have twitched.”

“Two weeks?” Alex felt a chill crawl down his spine.

“That’s not even the worst part,” Bai Yuhan added coldly. “Assassins came for you. Three of them. And you didn’t move a muscle.”

“Assassins?” Alex’s mind went blank. He didn’t remember anything.

The last thing he remembered was the brutal fight with the Prussian warrior.

The blinding flash of the light bomb.

The car crashes.

The chaos.

And through all of it, forcing the nanobots to tear through his body—reshaping bone, rewiring muscle, rebuilding him from the inside out to become Bai Xiaochun.

Every cell in his body had been pushed past its limit. His internal force had been drained dry.

He hadn’t expected the recovery to take two full weeks.

It must have been because his inner force was exhausted.

“How did I survive?” Alex asked quietly.

“The second day after you locked yourself in the room, Zhuge Liang sent men to protect you from Bai Xi,” Bai Yuhan explained. “We knocked on your door. No response. We forced it open. You were lying on the floor.”

Her jaw tightened as she remembered it.

“The men guarding you are mercenaries. High-level cultivators. Professionals. When three assassins broke in, they killed one on the spot and injured the other two. The remaining ones fled.”

Alex nodded slowly. “Zhuge Liang did well.”

“Yes,” Bai Yuhan admitted, though she sounded almost irritated by her own praise. “He and Uncle have split Qinshui City in half. It’s practically a civil war now.”

“Oh?” Alex leaned back slightly. “Who’s winning?”

Bai Yuhan exhaled.

“Zhuge Liang has the citizens and most of the common people. Uncle has the wealthy elites and several corrupt officials backing him. They’re locked in a stalemate. Neither side can break through.”

Alex absorbed the information in silence.

A knock came at the door.

“Miss,” a maid said respectfully as she entered. “Sir Zhuge Liang requests permission to visit the Young Master.”

Bai Yuhan glanced at Alex.

“He’s been waiting for news about your recovery every single day since you collapsed,” she said quietly. “His bodyguards must have already reported that you’re awake. That’s why he’s here.”

“Let him in,” Alex said calmly. Then his stomach growled loudly, breaking the tension. He winced faintly. “And… could I get something to eat? I’m starving.”

Bai Yuhan’s expression softened for a fraction of a second.

“Of course,” she said. “I’ll prepare it myself.”

She turned and left the room without another word.

Her voice carried across the entire residence. Citizens had already begun gathering outside the gates.

“He wants me to kneel?” Alex asked.

“Yes.” Zhuge Liang replied.

Alex considered this. “Does he know I just woke up?”

“I doubt she cares.”

Alex let out a faint sigh, rubbing his temple.

“These people really don’t check the calendar before choosing the day they make an enemy.”

Zhuge Liang coughed lightly, hiding a smile behind his sleeve. “Perhaps she did check the calendar, City Lord. Perhaps she thought today was an excellent day to create one.”

Alex shot him a sideways look, then glanced toward the courtyard where Murong Yue’s voice still echoed.

“Does she really have to shout like that?” he said, irritation sharpening his tone. “Does she need the entire city to hear it? Couldn’t she just cancel the engagement quietly and spare everyone this ridiculous spectacle?”

Outside, Murong Yue’s voice rose again, this time filled with open contempt.

“Bai Xiaochun! Come out and kneel, or I will tear this entire house apart!”

The threat was not empty. A Foundation cultivator had more than enough strength to make good on it.

Alex drew a long, steady breath.

Then he walked to the open window.

Zhuge Liang watched him closely.

Alex inhaled once more, then shouted back with full force, his voice echoing over the walls and into the crowd beyond.

“You shameless Murong Yue!”

Alex’s voice crashed through the courtyard like thunder splitting stone. It echoed off the walls, rang across the street, and cut through every whisper in the crowd.

“You strut around here like some celestial queen, but all I see is a spoiled, self-important brat drunk on borrowed status!”

Gasps rippled through the gathered citizens.

“Why do you keep crawling back here?” he continued, his tone turning sharper, colder. “How many times do I have to say it? I don’t want to be engaged to you. I never wanted it. Not once.”

His eyes burned with open contempt.

“You shout my name like you’re granting me mercy. Mercy? From you? Don’t flatter yourself. If there’s a man foolish enough to chase after you, then he must be blind, desperate, or completely devoid of taste.”

A stunned silence spread across the courtyard.

“You come here pretending you’re discarding me? Don’t twist the story. I’ve rejected you a thousand times. You just didn’t have the pride to accept it.”

His voice grew louder, each word striking like a slap.

“Don’t act like you’re here to free me. You’re here because you can’t stand the thought that I don’t care. You can’t stand that I’m not kneeling. That I’m not begging.”

He leaned forward, eyes cold as ice.

“I annul this engagement because you are an embarrassment. Loud. Arrogant. Desperate for attention. You talk about cultivation and status, but all you’ve cultivated is vanity.”

The crowd stood frozen.

“Get out of my house. Stop pretending you’re forcing me into something. I don’t want you. I never did. Take your pride, take your noise, and take your delusions with you.”

His final words rang clear and merciless.

“And don’t ever come back here thinking you’re the prize.”

Silence fell.

At the front gate, Murong Yue and her companions froze, stunned beyond belief.

She had come here to publicly annul the engagement—to humiliate Bai Xiaochun in front of the entire city, to put him in his place like a discarded piece of trash.

How had it suddenly turned around?

How had she ended up being the one insulted—branded a shameless woman and kicked aside by Bai Xiaochun instead?

The gathered citizens gasped. Even the guards stared wide-eyed.

No one had expected Bai Xiaochun to respond like that.

Inside the room, Zhuge Liang’s face drained of color.

This… had just escalated beyond control.

“City Lord—she’s going to kill you!”