The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 594

Outside the second-floor library, the old man stood frozen.

For decades, those problems had hung on the wall—untouched, unanswered, almost forgotten. Yet now, one after another, they were being solved.

By a single young man.

Jun Jiu.

The old man’s eyes trembled as they scanned the answers on the paper. Each line was clear. Precise. Flawless.

His hands began to shake.

His breathing turned uneven.

Impossible…

Yet the truth was right in front of him.

This… this is impossible.

A surge of excitement hit him so hard he nearly stepped forward.

I have to take him as my disciple.

The words burned in his throat. He wanted to shout them. To grab Alex by the shoulder and drag him away if he had to.

“He is incredible! He must become my disciple!”

But he didn’t move.

A promise held him back.

The sect leaders wanted this young man—so he had no choice but to step aside.

The old man clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

To hell with promises.

“I want him,” he muttered under his breath.

Without another thought, he turned and strode toward the stairs leading to the third floor.

“Thousand Herbs Peak Leader… where are you going?”

The voice came from behind him—calm, steady, but carrying undeniable authority.

The old man froze.

Slowly, he turned.

His pupils shrank.

Standing there was the Wudang Sect Master.

“I… I was just going to take a look,” the old man said, forcing a stiff smile as he gave a slight bow. “At the work he’s done.”

The Sect Master’s gaze was sharp, almost amused.

“Don’t pretend,” he said flatly. “I know exactly what you’re thinking.”

A pause.

Then, without hesitation—

“He will be my sixth disciple.”

The words landed like a hammer.

“Sect Master!” the Thousand Herbs Peak Leader cried out, panic breaking through his composure. “You already have five outstanding disciples! Why do you need another? Please—just give me this one!”

The Sect Master raised an eyebrow.

“What?” he said, almost offended. “I only have six. You already have twenty. And you still want more?”

The Thousand Herbs Peak Leader’s face twisted with frustration.

Twenty disciples—yes.

But none like this.

Never in his life had he encountered talent like Alex’s.

And now, the Sect Master was trying to take him without shame.

“But he’s a disciple of Thousand Herbs Peak—and I’m the Peak Leader!”

His voice hardened, edged with frustration.

“He is a disciple of the Wudang Sect,” the Sect Master replied calmly. “And I am its master.”

There was no hesitation in his voice. No room for argument.

He wasn’t backing down.

“Sect Master…” he tried again. “What if he’s a spy? Someone with hidden intentions?”

He stepped closer, his tone turning urgent.

“If you make him a direct disciple… a core disciple… even a successor—it could endanger the entire Wudang Sect. Wouldn’t it be safer to let me handle him?”

The Sect Master let out a quiet scoff.

“If he were a spy,” he said, eyes narrowing, “do you think he would spend his time solving four hundred unanswered questions that have been sitting there for decades?”

The old man went silent.

“You’ve already gained more than enough. With those answers alone, your herb production and growth could increase fivefold to tenfold.”

He leaned slightly forward.

“Don’t be greedy. He’s already done more than enough for you.”

Inside, the Thousand Herbs Peak Leader burned.

Greedy?

You call me greedy?

You’re the one trying to take him for yourself.

He swallowed the words.

Barely.

“…So, Sect Master,” he asked after a long pause, “when do you plan to take him?”

The Sect Master glanced toward the third floor, where Alex still worked, completely unaware of the storm gathering around him.

“Perhaps after he enters the inner sect,” he said calmly.

A faint smile touched his lips.

“For now… let him be.”

“Let him do things his own way.”

“And don’t disturb him.”

The moment the two elders heard footsteps coming down the stairs, they vanished.

Gone.

As if they had never been there at all.

Alex stepped down from the second floor, a faint smile playing on his lips. There was a strange sense of satisfaction in his chest—quiet, steady, almost addictive.

Four hundred questions.

All answered.

“Aih… helping people really does feel good,” he murmured, letting out a long yawn.

He hadn’t slept much. His body should have been exhausted.

But instead, he felt… refreshed.

Light.

When he reached the first floor, he walked over to the table and picked up his medallion.

For the first time, the old man sitting there opened his eyes.

He looked directly at Alex.

Those eyes were deep—sharp enough to feel like they could cut straight through him.

Alex paused.

“Thank you for answering the questions,” the elder said calmly. “Someone will come to verify your answers. If they are correct, your merit points will be updated.”

Alex blinked, genuinely surprised.

“…I get merit points for answering those?”

The elder raised an eyebrow.

“Didn’t you do it for the merit points?”

Alex smiled, almost sheepishly.

“No,” he said. “I just helped because I could.”

The elder stared at him for a moment.

Then he chuckled softly.

“Good heart… very good heart.”

Suddenly, the medallion lifted from the table and floated into Alex’s hand.

“You may take it back,” the elder continued. “There will be no deduction of merit points from you.”

He paused, then added—

“Since you have already reached the third floor, you now have full access to the library. No points required.”

Alex’s eyes lit up.

“No points needed?” he repeated, grinning. “Thank you.”

He couldn’t help it.

He felt proud.

Do something good… and something good comes back.

Simple.

Fair.

Perfect.

But the moment he stepped outside—

“THAT’S HIM!”

The shout exploded through the air.

Alex stopped.

His eyes widened slightly.

Standing ahead was Han Fei.

And behind him—

Thirty people.

Waiting.

All staring straight at him.

“That’s the bastard!” Han Fei yelled, his voice filled with fury. “He dared to hit me—and stole my one thousand merit points!”

Alex sighed softly.

“…Yeah,” he muttered under his breath. “Do something bad… and something bad comes back too.”

Han Fei stepped forward, the group closing in around Alex from all sides. Other disciples quickly backed away, clearing the area as tension snapped tight in the air.

Alex remained where he was, calm.

“I don’t remember stealing your merit points,” he said evenly.

Han Fei’s face twisted with rage.

“How dare you deny it!” he snapped. “I spent half a year saving up those one thousand points!”

His voice rose, almost shaking.

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