The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 565

Li Qingxue raised her hand. The simple gesture silenced everyone at once.

“Enough,” she said calmly. “This is nothing but mortal gossip. Those who seek immortality should not be affected by such petty stories.”

“But it will damage your reputation,” one of her friends insisted, her brows tightly knit.

Li Qingxue shook her head. “As long as my heart is pure, I don’t care what others say.”

She turned her gaze toward a junior disciple standing nearby.

“Junior,” she said evenly, “go and warn the Outer Disciples. Tell them to stop spreading rumors immediately. I will never tolerate fabricated stories. They are to stop disturbing mortals and focus on their cultivation.”

“Yes, Senior,” the junior replied without hesitation. He bowed deeply, then turned and left at once.

Those who truly knew Li Qingxue understood her well.

She wanted nothing except cultivation. Cold. Detached. Untouchable.

She had never shown interest in mortal affairs, nor in anyone beneath the heavens.

Yet when the warning reached Murong Yue and the others, it had the opposite effect.

Instead of calming down, they became convinced the rumors were true—that Li Qingxue was personally protecting Bai Xiaochun.

In their minds, it could only mean one thing: the two of them were hiding something they didn’t want anyone to see.

The gossip didn’t fade.

It exploded.

Back in Qingshui City, Alex was enjoying himself for the first time in a very long while.

He was still confined to bed, recovering, but the best part was the silence.

No one was harassing him. No one was scheming around his bedside.

Zhuge Liang was smart. More importantly, he had the people’s support. His only weakness against Bai Xi had always been money.

Bai Xi was ambitious, but he lacked intelligence. What he did have was wealth—and wealthy allies.

Now that Alex had handed Zhuge Liang the funds, the balance had shifted.

Zhuge Liang finally had ammunition.

Enough to fight Bai Xi head-on, on equal ground.

For at least a year, nothing would happen to Alex.

And for now, that was enough.

Alex lay on the bed, the large wooden window thrown wide open. Cool air drifted in as he stared up at the sky.

It had been far too long since he had lived like this.

Free.

With nothing he needed to do.

He realized he wanted this kind of life.

Slow. Empty. Quiet.

Nothing to do.

From a young age, he had already lost his parents. Not long after, he was taken in by his master—and that marked the beginning of the worst years of his life.

Training without pause. Day into night. Night into day. No rest. No mercy.

His master had a single goal: to forge a disciple capable of healing any disease or sickness—and powerful enough to fight the old King of Estoria.

By the time Alex turned eighteen, he had already done it.

He fought the old king—and won.

The following two years were even worse in a different way.

He was surrounded by teachers, one after another, drilling him in how to become a “proper” king.

Politics. Economics. Strategy. Public behavior. Even how to perform in front of others—how to speak, how to stand, how to smile.

He learned to wear masks.

Different personas for different rooms.

In front of ministers, he was commanding and sharp. In the palace, he was calm, charismatic, untouchable. Every expression was calculated. Every word measured.

The only time he was ever himself was when he escaped all of it—when he ran away to find Sophia and marry her.

But even then, he already carried a terrifying reputation. The God’s Hand. A symbol of overwhelming power.

So the mask never truly came off.

He kept pretending. Kept acting. Kept becoming someone he was expected to be.

It was exhausting.

Now, he had lost everything.

His power. His identity. Even his face—wearing Bai Xiaochun’s appearance like a borrowed skin.

And for the first time, he didn’t want to be anyone else.

He just wanted to be himself.

He wanted to rot on the bed and do absolutely nothing.

A slow life.

Wake up. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.

Every day felt like heaven.

No one recognized him. No one asked him to cure the sick. No one held him responsible for anyone’s life. No one placed a burden on his shoulders. No one wanted to kill him.

For the first time in his life, he was completely free.

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