The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 621

Another elder shot him a cold glare. “Do you honestly believe you could have dragged him here if he didn’t want to come?”

The elders fell suddenly silent.

Elder Tong’s humiliating defeat still hung fresh in everyone’s mind—a hard, painful lesson none of them could ignore. Dragging Jun Jiu anywhere against his will would not be simple. It would almost certainly cause far more trouble than any of them wanted to handle.

The Sect Master nodded once, calm and unhurried. “Then tomorrow, I will go meet him myself.”

Shock rippled through every elder in the room. The rule had always been ironclad: when the Sect Master called, disciples came running and bowed low. Never— not once in the long history of the sect—had the Sect Master gone to a disciple after being refused.

“That damn disciple,” one elder snarled. “Why don’t we punish him and force him to come?”

“That is also an option,” the Sect Master said evenly. “But to do it, you would need to take your own disciples and go there yourselves. Remember what happened to Elder Tong. I suggest you prepare yourselves first.”

The elder’s arrogance vanished in an instant. He closed his mouth and looked away.

Everyone knew he was nowhere near as strong as Elder Tong had been. And even Elder Tong had ended up kneeling before Jun Jiu.

The elders exchanged uneasy glances. A heavy silence fell over the hall. This was the first time in the history of the Wudang Sect that a single disciple had claimed first place on every peak. But it was also the first time they had gained a disciple they could not control.

The next morning, the Sect Master arrived at Alex’s modest hut, accompanied by several elders and Li Qingxue.

Alex had sensed their approach long before they reached the clearing. To show basic courtesy, he waited outside his yard, standing quietly in the warm sunlight.

When the group stopped before him, Alex offered a slight, respectful bow. “I welcome the Sect Master.”

One of the elders stepped forward, voice sharp with outrage. “Jun Jiu! How dare you stand there without kneeling before the Sect Master? And you had the nerve to ignore his summons yesterday!”

Alex met the elder’s glare with steady eyes. “I never chose to come to the Wudang Sect. I was kidnapped and brought here against my will. So as far as I’m concerned, I’m still not part of this sect.”

“How dare you—” the elder roared, his face twisting with fury.

The words died instantly. His body locked up, knees slamming hard into the dirt. He knelt there, helpless, unable to move or even speak.

No one had seen Alex lift a finger. No surge of energy had rippled through the air. The entire group stood frozen in stunned silence.

What they didn’t know was that Alex had already formed a Fivefold Heaven Foundation—one of the rarest and most powerful foundations possible.

Even back when he was only at Qi Condensation, he could force an elder to kneel. Now his true strength far surpassed anything the others could imagine.

The elders’ faces turned deathly pale. They had believed Jun Jiu was still stuck at the first level of Foundation Establishment. Yet here he stood, casually overpowering someone at Greater Foundation Establishment or early Core Formation without breaking a sweat.

“Disciple Jun Jiu,” the Sect Master said softly, his voice calm but carrying quiet authority. “Even if you were brought here without your consent, you have lived among us for years. You have eaten our food, trained on our mountains, and used our resources. Like it or not, you are part of the Wudang Sect.”

Alex remained silent for a moment. He had always believed in simple fairness: treat him with respect, and he would return it. Treat him badly, and he had no problem becoming the problem.

“That is exactly why I didn’t walked out,” he replied, “even though I could have left anytime I wanted.”

He turned, walked to the simple wooden table outside his hut, and picked up a stack of roughly twenty thick books he had prepared.

“These contain sword arts, movement techniques, fist manuals, and many other lost arts that the Wudang Sect no longer possesses,” Alex said. “I wrote them all down from memory. I want to give them to the Sect Master.” He looked straight at the older man, expression calm and final. “After this, we don’t owe each other anything.”

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