The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 613

Alex stared at the growing crowd that had fallen in behind them, his brow furrowed in genuine confusion.

“Why are all these people gathering with us?” he asked.

Lu Piao threw his head back and laughed, the sound bright and unrestrained. “Big Brother, your humbleness is bottomless. Let me bow to you first.” He swept into a deep, theatrical bow, holding it just long enough for Alex to feel awkward.

Alex accepted the gesture with a small, resigned nod and waited.

Still grinning, Lu Piao straightened. “First,” he said, voice ringing with pride, “who on this peak doesn’t know you’re ranked number one on the Thousand Herbs Stone Stele for medical knowledge?”

Alex gave a slight nod. That much he understood; the ranking was public.

“Second,” Lu Piao continued, “you’re the undisputed number-one outer disciple of Thousand Herb Peak. Everyone saw that fight.”

Again Alex nodded. The memory of the bout still sat fresh in his mind, raw and public.

“Third,” Lu Piao said, “for the last two years you’ve been quietly teaching everyone how to grow herbs properly. You shared your notes with anyone who asked, never once asking for anything in return.”

“People finally realized the mysterious helper in the gardens all this time was you.”

Alex blinked, startled. “How did they figure it out?”

“Your handwriting,” Lu Piao answered with a shrug. “A lot of them came to me just to say thank you. They owe their best harvests to you.”

Alex nodded again. He had never tried to hide it. In Estoria, knowledge was something you passed on freely; hoarding it felt small.

“Fourth,” Lu Piao went on, “you showed everyone how to lay down those garden formations to draw in spiritual energy. Every disciple on the peak—outer, inner, doesn’t matter—has used your method. They all feel like they owe you a debt they can never repay.”

Alex’s expression stayed calm, but inside he did that for a reason.

Rich cities had fewer thieves because people had enough. Raise the whole peak’s prosperity, and safety would follow.

It was simple math. He had done it for himself as much as for them.

“And fifth,” Lu Piao added, eyes gleaming, “even the seniors and elders have started showing up at your hut. They speak to you with respect, bow when they arrive, smile when they leave, and half the time they press gifts into your hands just to stay in your good graces.”

Alex frowned, surprised. He remembered the steady trickle of visitors after his answers in the library—quiet questions, exchanged insights, grateful expressions.

He hadn’t realized how far word had spread, or how much those small exchanges had meant to them.

Every time someone left smiling, every gift left on his doorstep, it had felt ordinary to him. Just people helping people.

He looked out at the crowd again, the weight of their attention settling over him like an unfamiliar cloak.

Gratitude, respect, even a kind of quiet awe—he could see it in every face now.

And for the first time, he wondered if maybe, in this world, sharing what he knew had changed more than just a few herb beds. It had changed how they saw him.

“Sixth,” Lu Piao continued, his voice bright with excitement, “even the Peak Leader himself—”

“Let’s stop there,” Alex cut in suddenly. There was no need to say it out loud. He didn’t want the words hanging in the air about the Peak Leader coming to learn from him.

Lu Piao paused, then gave a knowing nod. “Alright.” He understood. Alex’s humbleness ran deep and everyone on the peak knew it; that quiet modesty only made more people want to draw close and call him friend.

Alex glanced back at the growing sea of faces. “I can see it’s not just our Thousand Herb Peak anymore. Disciples from the other peaks are joining us too.”

Lu Piao nodded. “Your stand against Elder Tong has been noticed by a lot of people—especially those who’ve been pushed around or hurt by him and his group. Some are here because they want to back you up if things turn ugly. Others…”

He shrugged with a small grin. “They’ve got time to burn and just want to watch the show.”

And so the crowd kept swelling. By the time they reached Sword Peak, more than five thousand people streamed behind them, flowing into the peak’s largest training ground like a slow-moving river.

Kuang Liang and the roughly one hundred Sword Peak disciples with him already stood waiting in the center of the training ground.

Every face among them was frozen in shock and disbelief. The arrogance they had worn like armor had vanished completely, replaced by pale, wide-eyed tension.

They had come planning to taunt Jun Jiu with their superior numbers and crush him under the weight of a hundred voices. Instead, the tables had turned in the cruelest way possible. Now they were the ones being mocked in front of thousands.

They were afraid now. One wrong word, they knew, and the thousands of hostile eyes locked onto them would turn into a storm of jeers and fists they could never escape.

Moments later Elder Guo arrived, leading nearly six thousand disciples.

The elder stepped forward to take charge of the matter. He brought Lu Piao and Alex before Kuang Liang and the seven Sword Peak disciples whose arms had been severed.

“I want to hear the origin of this conflict,” Elder Guo said, his voice calm and authoritative.

Kuang Liang stepped forward. “The problem was caused by this man, Jun Jiu. He cut off the arms of seven of our people. He is the one at fault.”

The seven disciples nodded in firm agreement.

Elder Guo turned to Alex. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

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