The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 597

The past two days had been exhausting.

From the outside, having a hundred followers looked like power. Influence. Control.

The truth?

It was a constant, relentless headache.

Alex barely had a moment to breathe. Every hour was spent organizing—assigning roles, dividing responsibilities, deciding who did what, who answered to whom. Without structure, everything would collapse into chaos.

Only by forcing order into the madness could they actually function… and maybe, just maybe, turn it into something profitable.

Alex sat atop a large boulder, the wind brushing lightly against his robes. Below him, over a hundred disciples stood in silence, their eyes fixed on him.

“Remember this,” Alex said carrying easily across the crowd. “Before I left, I prepared three manuals.”

He raised a hand, counting them off.

“One—for managing the herb garden.”

“Two—for cultivation.”

“Three—for basic martial arts.”

A faint pause.

“If you study them properly… you’ll see results within a year.”

The crowd stirred slightly, a ripple of anticipation moving through them.

What they didn’t know—

Gaia had already compiled and rewritten everything.

Using knowledge drawn from Prussia and Estoria, the AI had taken the original teachings and refined them into something sharper. More efficient. More powerful.

These weren’t ordinary manuals anymore.

They were an evolution.

“I never expected you to be a teacher.”

The voice was soft.

Beautiful.

And yet, it cut through the air like a blade.

Every head snapped upward.

There—floating in the sky as if the heavens themselves held her—was a woman in flowing white.

Cold.

Untouchable.

Pure Snow Sword Maiden… Li Qingxue.

In an instant, all hundred disciples dropped to one knee.

“Outer disciples greet Core Disciple—Pure Snow Sword Maiden, Li Qingxue!”

Their voices echoed in unison.

She gave a small, indifferent nod.

Then, with a flick of her wrist—

Alex felt the air shift.

A force wrapped around him, lifting him effortlessly from the boulder. In the next breath, he was already at her side, standing in the open sky as if gravity had simply… forgotten him.

He let out a quiet sigh.

“I didn’t know I could teach either,” Alex admitted, glancing at her. “But the peak leaders sent thirty people to ask for forgiveness. Then those thirty called their friends… and their families…”

He gestured downward at the crowd below.

“And now they’re all here.”

Li Qingxue said nothing.

She simply turned—

And the world moved with her.

The two of them shot across the sky, wind roaring past as the Thousand Herbs Peak rose beneath them.

At the summit, a massive arena awaited.

Already, hundreds of outer disciples had gathered.

Alex’s gaze swept across them.

More people.

More pressure.

“Remember,” Li Qingxue said at last. “You need to rank within the top ten of the Thousand Peaks’ outer disciples.”

“And only if you pass that… will you become an inner disciple.”

“Can I choose to remain an outer disciple?” Alex asked.

He kept his tone neutral, but the meaning was clear.

He had no desire to step into the inner circle—where monsters walked in human skin.

Li Qingxue didn’t even hesitate.

“You can choose death,” she said coldly.

And then—

She waved her hand.

The world flipped.

Alex was hurled from the sky like a stone, wind screaming past his ears as the ground rushed up to meet him. At the last second, his body moved on instinct—lightness technique activating, energy surging through his limbs.

He twisted midair—

Landed hard—

Skidded across the ground before coming to a stop.

Alive.

Barely.

Alex exhaled slowly, dust clinging to his clothes.

You damn woman… he sneered inwardly, eyes dark. Just wait. When I regain my strength… when I reach my peak again… I’ll put you in your place.

He said nothing out loud.

Instead, he turned and walked toward the registration area.

A long line had already formed.

Hundreds of outer disciples, all waiting for the same thing—

A chance to rise.

A chance to prove themselves.

A chance to become something more.

Alex stepped into line without a word.

This year, there were 1035 outer disciples from Thousand Herbs Peak alone competing for the number one rank.

And that was just one peak.

Later, the top ten from each peak across the entire Wudang Sect would face off, battling for the true ranking among all outer disciples.

A brutal system.

Efficient.

Alex glanced down at the wooden plate in his hand and let out a quiet sigh.

All he had ever wanted… was a peaceful life.

Instead—

Fate… no.

Li Qingxue had dragged him straight into this mess.

A system designed to crush the weak and elevate only the absolute best.

A complete waste of time.

To reach rank one, he would need to win ten consecutive fights.

Ten.

He rolled his shoulders slightly.

This is going to be long.

His eyes dropped to the number carved into his wooden plate.

The moment he infused a thread of inner energy into it, the plate vibrated softly—then emitted a faint glow.

A mechanical voice echoed from within it:

“Please proceed to Arena Eleven.”

Alex clicked his tongue and started walking.

The deeper he went, the louder it became.

Shouts.

Cheers.

Clashing energy.

The entire tournament grounds were in chaos—twenty arenas running simultaneously, each filled with fighters and surrounded by spectators.

A storm of ambition and violence.

But finding Arena Eleven wasn’t difficult.

He arrived just as two disciples were still battling on the platform—energy colliding, movements sharp and ruthless.

Without hesitation, Alex stepped forward and placed his wooden plate on the registration table.

The staff member glanced at it, checked the inscription, then nodded.

“You’ll be up after three matches,” he said quickly. “Stay nearby. When your number is called—step in immediately.”

Alex gave a slight nod and stepped aside.

His gaze lifted to the arena.

Two figures clashed in the center—fists, blades, techniques, everything unleashed without restraint.

No hesitation.

No mercy.

Alex watched in silence.

Waiting.

He yawned.

Watching outer disciples at the fifth to ninth level of Qi Condensation held no interest for him. Their movements were slow, their techniques predictable. To Alex, it felt like watching children swing wooden swords.

Still… he didn’t look away.

Gaia, record everything, he instructed silently.

Even if it bored him, information was still valuable.

Fight after fight passed.

Bodies hit the ground. Blood stained the stone. Some fought desperately, clawing for victory. Others surrendered the moment they sensed the gap between them and their opponent.

Then—

The referee’s voice rang out across Arena Eleven.

“Number 777… versus Number 650.”

Alex stepped forward.

The moment he climbed onto the platform, the smell hit him—iron and sweat. The stone beneath his feet was already streaked with blood, dark patches marking where others had fallen.

Across from him stood a large man—broad shoulders, thick arms, the kind of build that relied on brute force.

The man cracked his neck and smirked.

“If you surrender now,” he said, eyeing Alex, “I won’t hurt you.”

The referee raised his hand.

“Begin.”

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