The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 601

What truly shocked everyone—especially Elder Xiao—was the Eternal Blue Flower.

Growing one was no simple task. It demanded relentless care, precision, and patience. One mistake—just one—and the flower would wither and die instantly. Because of that, no one outside Elder Xiao and her direct disciples had ever succeeded in cultivating it.

And yet—

Li Qingxue had returned with one.

Not only that… it was massive.

At a glance, it was clearly over twenty-five centimeters.

A ripple of disbelief spread through the hall.

Li Qingxue walked calmly toward the Peak Leaders, her expression composed, almost indifferent to the storm she had just unleashed.

“I was asked to bring the smallest flower,” she said evenly. “This is the best I could find.”

She paused, glancing down at the glowing blue petals in her hand.

“I estimate it to be around twenty-seven centimeters.”

Shock exploded across every elder’s face.

For years, they had bent themselves to please Elder Xiao—enduring her conditions, her prices, her arrogance—just for a chance to obtain a single Eternal Blue Flower.

But now?

If someone else could grow it…

If there was another source…

Then everything changed.

No more dependence.

No more outrageous prices.

No more bowing their heads.

And then—

Their eyes shifted.

Not to the flower.

But to the paper.

The paper Alex had given to Elder Xiao.

A method.

A way to cultivate the Eternal Blue Flower.

Whoever possessed it…

Would no longer be a buyer.

They would be the supplier.

Two elders moved first—fast, desperate—lunging toward the table.

Elder Xiao reacted instantly, her hand snapping forward to seize the paper.

But before anyone could secure it—

A fist struck.

The paper was blasted off the table, spinning wildly into the air.

“Mine!”

Another elder shot forward, reaching for it midair—

Only to be intercepted.

A blow landed.

Another elder clashed with him.

In an instant—

Chaos erupted.

Four elders, including Elder Xiao herself, collided in a furious scramble, striking, blocking, grabbing—each one fighting for that single piece of paper as if it were a divine treasure.

The surrounding outer disciples froze.

Their eyes wide.

Their minds unable to process what they were seeing.

These were elders.

Respected figures.

Pillars of dignity and authority.

And yet now—

They were brawling like desperate scavengers over a piece of paper written by an outer disciple.

Like beasts fighting over a mythical artifact.

“Stop this at once!”

The Peak Leader’s voice thundered across the hall.

But no one listened.

They couldn’t.

The value of that paper—

Far exceeded authority.

Far exceeded pride.

Far exceeded everything.

The Peak Leader’s expression darkened, anger flashing in his eyes.

Enough.

He stepped forward—then burst into motion, entering the fray himself.

But even he—

Was blocked.

The other elders didn’t hesitate.

They struck at him, preventing him from reaching the paper.

Respect?

Status?

All of it had vanished.

Only greed remained.

The fight descended into complete disorder.

Blows exchanged.

Sleeves torn.

Spiritual energy flaring in chaotic bursts.

Five minutes passed—

A messy, relentless struggle with no clear victor.

Until finally—

All of them froze.

Because at the center—

The paper was no longer flying.

It was held.

Not by one.

But by all of them.

Four elders and a peak leader… each gripping a corner.

None willing to let go.

Not even an inch.

In the next instant—

The paper tore apart.

Five fragments.

Each elder held a piece.

No one won.

A stunned silence followed, heavy and suffocating.

Then—

Alex’s gaze shifted, landing on Xiao Huan.

She was undeniably beautiful, but there was something sharp about her—prideful, spoiled, used to getting her way. The kind of woman who had never been challenged.

“What are you staring at?” Xiao Huan snapped, her tone cold and offended.

Alex didn’t look away.

“At my new slave,” he said flatly.

He tilted his head slightly, as if considering something trivial.

“I’m just wondering what your first task should be,” he continued. “Whether you should serve me naked… or spend the next thirty days making love every day and night to cultivate yin and yang, naked.”

Xiao Huan froze.

Her eyes widened, shock crashing into fury.

“How dare you—” Her voice trembled, then rose into a sharp shout. “You bastard!”

Her face flushed with humiliation and rage as she turned sharply and stormed away, her steps fast, almost unsteady.

Alex scoffed under his breath.

Good.

That was the point.

He didn’t want a slave.

He wanted peace.

And if his words were enough to make sure Xiao Huan would never show her face in front of him again—

Even better.

Li Qingxue stepped quietly to his side, her attention shifting back to the glowing flower.

“What should be done with this?” she asked.

“It’s yours,” Alex replied casually, as if he were giving away something insignificant.

Li Qingxue blinked, clearly caught off guard.

“This… for me?”

She knew exactly how valuable it was.

The Eternal Blue Flower wasn’t just rare—it was nearly impossible to obtain. And for her cultivation, it was priceless.

Alex shrugged. “If you need more, just come find me.”

That only deepened her surprise.

She looked at him differently now.

This man—

The same one rumored to be reckless, arrogant, always causing trouble… always surrounded by women in pleasure houses—

Maybe those rumors weren’t the whole truth.

Maybe—

He wasn’t as worthless as people said.

Across the hall, the elders and the Peak Leader stood in tense silence, each holding a torn piece of the paper.

Elder Xiao’s expression darkened.

Regret flickered in her eyes.

She should have kept it.

She had the chance.

But instead, she let it slip away.

Now—

No one had it.

And no one could fully claim it.

Li Qingxue suddenly spoke again, her voice calm but probing.

“What about your method?” she asked, glancing at Alex. “Who were you planning to give that paper to?”

Alex blinked a few times, as if the answer were obvious.

“You,” he said simply.

The word landed softly.

But it carried weight.

Li Qingxue’s expression shifted—just slightly.

For a brief moment—

The coldness around her seemed to melt.

And the faintest hint of a smile touched her lips.

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