The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 609

The Discipline Department had been in the middle of a meeting, but the atmosphere felt less like governance and more like a battlefield on the verge of eruption.

One of the three elders—Elder Tong—sat rigid in his seat, his face flushed with fury, his voice sharp enough to cut through steel.

“We must not tolerate this,” he thundered. “Capture that Jun Jiu immediately. And as for those from Thousand Herbs Peak who dared lay hands on our people—if they refuse to submit, then we burn the entire peak to the ground.”

“Elder Tong,” another elder spoke, his voice calm yet laced with quiet disapproval. It was Elder Guo. “How can you treat them as enemies? We all belong to the Wudang Sect.”

Tong’s head snapped toward him, his eyes sharp and filled with hostility.

“Those unruly fools?” he said coldly. “They are not part of the Wudang Sect.”

“Just because you are from Sword Peak,” Guo continued, his voice steady, “doesn’t mean you must blindly support them. Have you even looked into the cause of this incident? It began when a Sword Peak disciple severed the hand of one of theirs.”

“Elder Guo,” Tong said angrily, “what exactly are you implying?”

Guo didn’t flinch. “I mean exactly what I said.”

His gaze swept the room before returning to Tong.

“We are here to uphold justice. If you want to bring someone in for questioning, then start with the Sword Peak disciple who caused this mess in the first place. You cannot punish someone who merely retaliated.”

“Elder Guo. Are you suggesting that Jun Jiu cutting down a Sword Peak disciple should go unpunished?”

As Elder Tong spoke, a faint surge of inner power began to gather around him, invisible yet heavy, like a storm building beneath still skies.

Guo’s expression hardened. Without hesitation, he released his own aura in response, his presence rising to meet Tong’s head-on.

“So in your eyes,” Guo continued, his voice now sharper, “a Sword Peak disciple can walk into Thousand Herbs Peak, maim someone, and still be considered innocent?”

He let out a cold scoff.

“You always turn a blind eye to whatever Sword Peak does. If that is your standard of justice, then you have no place in the Discipline Department.”

The tension snapped.

In an instant, both Elder Tong and Elder Guo erupted with their inner force, invisible waves clashing in the air as if the room itself might split apart.

“Enough!”

The leader of the Discipline Department slammed his hand onto the table. The sharp crack echoed through the chamber, cutting through the rising storm.

“If you want to fight, take it outside,” he said leaving no room for argument. “But right now, we are here to handle this case.”

His gaze swept across the elders, heavy with authority.

“The entire sect is already looking down on us. We cannot even deal with a single outer disciple—must we really sink that low?”

“Leader,” Elder Tong said after a moment, still simmering, “then why not simply expel that outer disciple, Jun Jiu, from the Wudang Sect?”

At those words, the leader fell quiet.

His expression shifted—just slightly—but enough to show something had changed.

A memory surfaced.

The previous day, he had been summoned by the Sect Master himself.

The man’s voice had been calm, yet carried a weight that could not be ignored.

“Whatever happens,” the Sect Master had said, “you must not expel the man named Jun Jiu.”

He had bowed then, unable to hide his confusion.

“May I know the reason?” he had asked.

“Because if you expel him,” the Sect Master gave a small, knowing nod, “he will be the happiest person to walk out of this place.”

“So you may do anything you want to him… just never expel him. Because soon, he will become my direct disciple.”

The leader of the Discipline Department had been stunned, the words striking him harder than any blow.

“If that is the case,” he had replied carefully, “then I will not touch him at all. Especially since this matter wasn’t even started by him.”

But the Sect Master had only shaken his head, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“You may try to do anything to him,” he said lightly. “But I doubt your entire Discipline Department will be able to do a thing.”

“Sect Master,” the leader had pressed, still unable to accept it, “he is only an outer disciple.”

“You can try,” the Sect Master had laughed. “But I suggest you don’t involve yourself personally. Otherwise, you’ll only end up humiliated… by that outer disciple.”

The leader had frowned, disbelief still clinging to him.

“Sect Master, are you certain? I have already reached the Core Formation stage, while he is still only at the Great Qi Foundation.”

The Sect Master had turned to him then, his laughter deepening.

“Believe me, that young man has more schemes than you can imagine. If you are not fully prepared, you won’t survive standing in front of him.”

Those words had lingered.

Even now, the leader of the Discipline Department could still feel the faint chill creeping along the back of his neck.

—

Back in the present, he lifted his gaze toward Elder Tong.

This man—and most of his disciples from Sword Peak—controlled nearly seventy percent of the Discipline Department. Even as the leader, he had to tread carefully around him. Authority, in name, might have belonged to him… but in practice, it was something he constantly had to guard.

“Leader,” Elder Tong said, pressing forward without hesitation. “We must capture that outer disciple to protect our dignity.”

The leader exchanged a glance with Elder Guo, a silent understanding passing between them.

“I agree with Elder Guo,” the leader said at last, his tone steady. “That man made no mistake. I believe we should cancel the disciplinary punishment against Jun Jiu… and let this matter end here.”

The room froze.

Elder Tong’s expression darkened instantly.

His hand slammed onto the table with a loud crack.

“That is unacceptable!” he roared. “If we let this go, we lose all dignity!”

His gaze burned with fury as he leaned forward.

“If you refuse to send the Discipline Department, then at the very least, you must allow me and my people to go there and capture that bastard.”

“You?” Elder Guo let out a short, mocking laugh. “You and your people?”

He shook his head slowly, amusement flickering in his eyes.

“You are part of the Discipline Department. If you fail again—like the first and second attempts—you won’t just embarrass yourself. You’ll drag the entire department down with you. No, it is not a good idea.”

“But… if you’re willing to put it in writing—if you dare to sign that if you lose for the third time, you will resign and hand over all your disciples to me…”

A faint smile spread across his face.

“Then yes,” he said softly, almost provocatively. “I’ll support you.”

“And what if I successfully detain that bastard?” Elder Tong shot back, his voice burning with rage, his eyes blazing as he glared across the table.

Elder Guo didn’t even flinch.

“Then you would still be disgracing the Discipline Department,” he replied coldly, “by personally going after an outer disciple who hasn’t even reached Foundation Establishment.”

He turned slightly and bowed toward the leader, his tone shifting into something more formal—but no less firm.

“My suggestion is simple. We acknowledge that Jun Jiu made no mistake. Instead, we discipline the Sword Peak disciple who initiated this conflict—who went to Thousand Herbs Peak and severed another disciple’s arm. That is where justice lies.”

Elder Tong’s fury exploded.

“How dare you speak like this!” he roared, slamming his hand against the table so hard it echoed through the hall. “Do you have a death wish?”

Elder Guo met his gaze without hesitation, his voice calm but unyielding.

“I do not fear fighting you,” he said. “But if you are unwilling to sign that contract, then forget it. I will use everything in my power to stop you.”

“Leader,” Elder Tong said, turning sharply. “Grant me permission.”

The leader fell silent for a moment, weighing the situation carefully.

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