The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 628

Alex stepped through the Wudang’s gates and lifted into the air, the wind whipping past him as he flew toward Qingshui City.

Moments later the familiar rooftops of the Bai family estate came into view, sprawling across the hillside like a fortress carved from white stone and ancient timber.

The moment his boots touched the flagstones of the inner courtyard, every servant and guard froze. Faces turned, eyes wide with shock. Then, almost as one, the nearest attendants dropped into deep bows.

“Welcome back, City Lord,” they murmured.

Alex raised a hand, cutting the chorus short. “Send someone for Zhuge Liang. Now.”

“Yes, City Lord.” One guard straightened, already moving. He sprinted for the outer gate without another word.

Alex stood in the sudden quiet, the sun warm on his shoulders.

Soft footsteps sounded behind him. Bai Yuhan emerged from the main hall, her silk robes whispering against the stone. She stopped a respectful distance away, hands folded.

“Big Brother,” she said, voice bright with surprise. “I never thought you would return so soon.”

He gave her a single nod. “Only temporary. How have you been?”

“I’m well, Brother.” She bowed again, lower this time, the picture of dutiful sister.

Alex studied her for half a second. She wasn’t his real sister—never had been. He still didn’t know what to do with her. “Off with you, then,” he said, waving her away.

She lingered. “Big Brother… about the gold.”

He cut her off before the plea could fully form. “What? Already gone? Fine. Here.”

From the storage ring on his finger he drew a heavy wooden chest and set it on the ground between them.

Bai Yuhan’s eyes widened.

“Big Brother,” she whispered.

“Take it,” he said, voice flat. “Whenever you need more, just come to me. No games.”

“Thank you, Big Brother.” She dipped into another bow, then hurried forward and seized the chest by its iron handles. The box was far heavier than anything she had carried before; her arms trembled with the strain.

In the past she would have complained, stamped her foot, thrown one of her famous tantrums. Today she only smiled wider, as if the ache in her shoulders was the sweetest gift he could have given.

Alex turned away without watching her struggle off with the gold. He crossed the wide courtyard to the open training ground beyond the main buildings.

There, he reached into the ring again and produced four sleek satellites, each the size of a cow. He set them down in a neat line, powered them on with a flick of his wrist, and stepped back.

The rocket thruster beams activated with a rising whine. In seconds the satellites shot skyward, climbing fast and straight until they were nothing but four dark specks against the clouds.

“My satellites,” he muttered, grim satisfaction settling over him. Over time, he would keep launching more satellites so he could remain connected to Mother Gaia from anywhere in the sky.

He continued into the quiet of his private quarters, sliding the heavy door shut behind him. From the ring he drew one last object: a very large, matte-black sphere the size of an elephant. He set it carefully on the middle of the room. This would become the new Mother AI for Qingshui City.

His mind was already moving ahead.

He would link the Wudang Sect’s trade routes to the city’s markets, flooding Qingshui with their rare herbs, weapons, and spirit pills. The people here needed steady work, steady coin. And he needed a new army.

A respectful knock sounded from outside.

“City Lord,” a calm voice called. “Zhuge Liang has arrived to answer your summons.”

Alex exhaled once, then walked back into the sunlight. There, waiting in the courtyard, stood the middle-aged strategist—back straight, hands clasped behind him, eyes sharp and steady.

The real work could finally begin.

Alex crooked a finger. “Come here.”

Zhuge Liang crossed the courtyard in three measured strides, hands still clasped behind his back. “Any commands, City Lord?”

Without warning Alex reached out and pressed a slim transparent band against the base of Zhuge Liang’s neck. The device locked on with a soft click, cool metal warming instantly against skin.

Words flared to life in the air before the strategist’s eyes—crisp, glowing blue text hovering like ghosts. Schematics. Maps. Real-time city data. Even he, the sharpest mind in Qingshui, rocked back a half-step, stunned.

“This…” Zhuge Liang’s voice came out hoarse. “I heard the Prussians were developing something like this.”

Alex snorted. “Prussians? This was built by Wudang.”

Zhuge Liang’s gaze snapped to him. “Wudang? Impossible. They don’t possess this kind of technology.”

“They do now.” Alex folded his arms. “There’s a man named Jun Jiu in the sect. Once-in-ten-thousand-years genius. He became the sect master’s chosen successor for a reason.”

Zhuge Liang stared at the floating interface a moment longer, then gave a slow, stunned nod. “So the stories from the trader with the Wudang were right after all.”

“Believe the rumors you’ve been hearing from the traders. They’re true. Jun Jiu is truly amazing.”

Alex reached into the ring again and produced a heavy wooden crate. He set it down with a solid thud and flipped the lid open. Inside, dozens of identical transparent bands gleamed under the sunlight.

“I want every single person in Qingshui City wearing one of these by week’s end,” he said. “No exceptions.”

Zhuge Liang bowed low, but his expression stayed troubled. “City Lord… I fear that will be difficult to achieve.”

Alex’s brow tightened. “Why?”

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