The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 588

Alex stepped into the field and quietly searched for several herbs he needed.

For him, this was more than fair.

He wasn’t stealing recklessly. In fact, he had taken less than one percent of the herbs in the field. In return, he had left behind a method that could increase the field’s production by two hundred percent or more.

If the owner followed the instructions, the harvest would explode.

They would become incredibly wealthy from the field alone.

That was a trade any sensible cultivator would gladly accept.

That night, Alex selected five different types of herbs.

He carefully uprooted them and carried them back to his courtyard.

Once home, he replanted the herbs in the soil of his yard.

Now he already had twenty-year-old herbs growing in his courtyard. Some could be harvested seasonally, while others could be gathered each year.

There was no longer any need for him to wait.

After that, Alex rested for several days.

He had already calculated the safest method.

If he wanted to gather herbs from the outer fields without attracting attention, he couldn’t act too often. The smartest strategy was to move slowly—visit a different field once every few days, never twice in quick succession.

A few days later, Alex left his courtyard again. That night, he visited another herb field, quietly improving its layout before taking a few herbs to bring back and replant in his own courtyard.

He continued like this for weeks.

After a full month of doing it, no one seemed to know anything about the mysterious night visits.

This time he headed toward a place where Outer Sect disciples often gathered. Some chatted. Some drank tea. Others complained about cultivation or the endless work of tending herb fields.

Alex blended into the background and quietly listened.

He wanted to know if anyone had discovered the mysterious paper.

Or noticed the missing herbs.

But after listening for a while, he heard nothing.

No one mentioned a strange paper.

No one complained about herbs disappearing.

No rumors, no complaints—nothing that suggested anyone had discovered what was happening.

Instead, he overheard something far more useful.

Outer Sect disciples were assigned strict production quotas each year for their herb fields. As long as they met that quota, the sect would be satisfied.

But if they produced more than the required amount, the extra herbs belonged to them.

That meant profit.

Huge profit.

No wonder everyone wanted their fields to produce more.

After hearing that, Alex quickly understood the situation.

Whoever owned the herb field he had improved had likely discovered the paper already.

And they were smart enough to keep their mouth shut.

Why would they tell anyone?

If the field suddenly produced double the harvest, they would quietly become rich. Announcing it to others would only invite competition or investigation.

Alex smiled faintly.

Good.

That meant his plan was working perfectly.

A few days later, he prepared his backpack again.

Late at night, under the cover of darkness, Alex slipped out of his courtyard and vanished into the mountain.

When he returned before dawn, five new herbs rested inside his bag.

He replanted them carefully in his courtyard.

Then he waited again.

This pattern continued.

Days turned into weeks.

Weeks turned into months.

Eventually, nearly a full year passed.

By that time, Alex’s entire courtyard had transformed.

Every corner of the yard was filled with herbs.

Dozens of varieties grew side by side—rare medicinal plants, spirit herbs, and special ingredients he needed to produce the best cultivation pills.

What had once been a quiet, empty courtyard was now a dense garden of spiritual medicine.

And Alex finally possessed everything he needed to push his cultivation to the next level.

Everything was finally in place.

All he needed now was time.

If he let the garden mature slowly, he could harvest the herbs one batch at a time and refine them into pills. With a steady supply, his cultivation would continue rising without interruption.

His courtyard had become completely self-sustaining.

For Alex, it was the perfect system.

One day, while visiting the market on Thousand Herbs Peak, he overheard several outer disciples talking excitedly.

They were gathered around a tea stall, their voices buzzing with excitement.

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