The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 584

He began leading Alex along a winding stone path deeper into Thousand Herbs Peak.

As they walked, he pointed out various buildings scattered along the mountainside—storage halls, herb-drying courtyards, and refining chambers where disciples worked with large cauldrons and strange medicinal tools.

“Thousand Herbs Peak holds an important position in the Wudang Sect,” the young man explained.

His tone shifted into something more professional.

“We cultivate medicinal herbs, gather rare plants from the mountains, and manage their storage.”

He gestured toward several terraces carved into the hillside, each filled with carefully planted herbs.

“Our department specializes in spirit medicine.”

His eyes briefly flicked toward the distant refining halls.

“Pill refinement. Herbal extraction. Medicinal preparation.”

A faint smile appeared on his face.

“If it heals the body or strengthens cultivation…”

“…there’s a good chance it came from here.”

“Becoming an Outer Sect disciple of Thousand Herbs Peak also means something else,” the young man said as they continued walking along the stone path. “You will serve as an apprentice apothecary.”

He spoke calmly, but there was a hint of pride in his voice.

“That means you must study plants, vegetation, and medicinal herbs. You’ll also learn the techniques used to refine and prepare spirit medicine.”

Alex listened carefully as they walked. The young man explained everything in surprising detail—how herbs were cultivated, how they were harvested, and how different ingredients were combined to produce medicinal effects.

By the time they reached the supply hall, Alex’s head was already buzzing with new information.

Inside the building, he received his Outer Sect disciple uniform along with several standard items issued by the sect.

Time passed quickly, and before he realized it, dusk had arrived. The golden light of the setting sun washed over Thousand Herbs Peak as the two of them continued walking through the mountain paths.

Thanks to the young man’s explanations, Alex had already learned a great deal about the inner workings of the peak.

Eventually, they arrived at a quiet building known as the Medicines Pavilion.

Inside, the young man handed Alex a thick book.

“This is the introductory text,” he said.

Alex looked down at the heavy volume in his hands.

The title alone made his eyebrows twitch.

“This book records Twenty thousand types of plants and vegetation,” the young man explained calmly. “You must memorize them.”

Alex nearly choked.

“Twenty thousand?”

The young man ignored his reaction.

“Once you’ve mastered the contents of this book, you will be allowed to receive the second volume.”

He looked at Alex with a faint smile.

“Junior Brother Bai, the road of cultivation is long and difficult. Spirit medicine is something no cultivator can do without.”

His voice carried the calm confidence of someone who understood the sect well.

“If you can become an apothecary, your rise within the sect will be very fast.”

He raised a finger as he spoke.

“Apprentice apothecary.”

Then another.

“Senior Apothecary.”

Finally, a third.

“Master apothecary.”

He smiled slightly.

“Junior Brother Bai, how far you go in the future will depend on the fortune you encounter along the way.”

By the time night settled over the mountain, the young man finally led Alex to a quiet courtyard residence prepared for him by the sect.

The small compound sat peacefully beneath the moonlight, surrounded by low stone walls and tall herb gardens swaying gently in the night breeze.

The young man stopped at the entrance.

“Junior Brother Bai, I have to leave the mountain tomorrow,” he said.

“So I won’t be able to accompany you any further.”

He clasped his hands politely.

“If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can always come find me.”

“My name is Xuan Chen. I belong to the Xuan generation.”

He smiled warmly, then bowed in farewell.

Without another word, he turned and walked away down the moonlit path.

Alex stood there for a moment in silence.

The night air was cool.

After a while, he took a deep breath.

Then he turned and looked at moonlight poured over Thousand Herbs Peak of the Wudang Sect, washing the mountain in pale silver light. The thick mist that usually cloaked the slopes had begun to thin, drifting slowly through the valleys like ghostly rivers. Under the glow of the night sky, the entire peak looked breathtaking—quiet, mysterious, and almost unreal.

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