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The Majestic Heir Chapter 67 - You See?
One hour earlier."Sir, is this really the path to the White Lotus Monastery?" Marc asked an old farmer resting at the edge of his field. The narrow trail ahead was not only steep but also littered with large stones. It was no surprise that no GPS service had mapped the area this far.However, this was hardly an issue for Marc. With the zhenqi coursing through his body, even if he had to walk ten times farther than the usual route, he wouldn’t feel the slightest fatigue."Yes, you’re correct." The old man, shirtless and drenched in sweat, nodded his head. Hearing Marc’s question, his expression suddenly turned serious. "Young man, where are you from? Did your parents send you to go up there?""Well..." Before Marc could finish his sentence, the old man interrupted. "Please listen to me—for your own safety, you should turn back and never set foot in that monastery.""What do you mean?" Marc furrowed his brows."Sit down, and I’ll explain everything to you." The old man grabbed Marc’s s
The Majestic Heir Chapter 68 - The Effect
“Your Reverence, what do you mean by this? Promising a food package without including any food inside? Can such a thing even be called a deal?”Although Marc’s tone sounded polite, his sharp gaze betrayed his irritation. He didn’t mind if this old man underestimated or even belittled him. But how could he let anyone toy with him? This old man was no exception!As if seeing a completely different person, Tenzin merely waved his hand dismissively without saying a word.“Let me clarify this for you. This ring is not an ordinary item that can be bought with money. Even the box that holds it is of extraordinary quality. So if I don’t give you the ring but only the box, it’s more than enough. There’s nothing wrong with what I’ve said.”“Your Reverence, you…” Clearly, the old man before him was playing games. And Marc had more than enough reasons to act. Yet, as he recalled what he had seen before arriving here, he nodded, as if realizing something.Instead of losing his temper, Marc wore a bi
The Majestic Heir Chapter 69 - Under the Spell
A loud explosion reverberated through the open building as the girl’s fingertips struck Marc’s chest. Instinctively pulling herself back a few steps, the girl’s eyes widened in shock.“Damn!” she cursed internally. “How is he still standing after my attack?”As a level-12 cultivator, the girl could clearly see that Marc’s internal energy was only at level 10. Although it was just a two-level difference, the gap was substantial. Even a level-11 cultivator wouldn’t dare let her attack land, or their chest would have been blown open on the spot. Yet, Marc not only withstood the attack, but his body felt as solid as a boulder.“What kind of trick is he using?” she wondered, still reeling from the shock. At the same time, she kept shaking her hand, which now tingled as though it had been struck by high-voltage electricity.Moreover, seeing no reaction on Marc’s face made the girl furrow her brows. “Strange! Didn’t I already lace his tea with mind-control powder? Why doesn’t he seem affecte
The Majestic Heir Chapter 70 - Misunderstood
"Oh, what have I done?" Shaking his head vigorously several times, Tenzin’s face was filled with regret. "I attacked an innocent man like you. What a grave sin I have committed.""Your Reverence, you’re not at fault. You were under a spell," Marc said, lifting his palm from Tenzin’s chest after healing the abbot’s internal injuries. "It’s this girl who’s responsible for all this chaos," he added, pointing toward the robed girl standing not far ahead.Mr. Belmont, what do you mean? Miss Morgan is a guest at our monastery." Once Tenzin had recovered from the spell, he recalled that the girl before him wasn’t a stranger. Harper Morgan, who had appeared at the monastery gates looking in need of help four months ago, was already familiar to him."Unfortunately, it seems this girl isn’t what she appears to be," Marc replied, shaking his head. "I’m certain she’s the one who put the spell powder in your drink."Marc hadn’t seen Harper slip the powder into Tenzin’s or his own drink directly, b
The Majestic Heir Chapter 71 - Please Leave!
As Marc remained silent in his thoughts, Harper stood up from the floor and approached the abbot."Your Reverence, we should leave this place immediately and return the box to the storage room. It will become increasingly dangerous if this box stays out any longer.""Ah, yes, yes, but…" Tenzin glanced at Marc. Although he had already decided to accept the girl's opinion that the young man was at fault, he couldn't shake off the discomfort gnawing at his heart, as if he had made the wrong decision."Your Reverence, we don't have much time. Who knows what this man might do next? We can't let him take the box back from you."Without waiting for Tenzin's response, Harper gently yet firmly took the abbot's arm. "I'll call the other disciples to handle him.""Your Reverence, …" Marc tried to stop the abbot, but Harper didn't allow it."Damn it! I can’t just attack this girl recklessly!" Marc cursed under his breath.At this point, Harper had completely earned Tenzin's trust. Attacking her w
The Majestic Heir Chapter 72 - It’s Too Late
"Your Reverence!" Passing through the gates, Marc cried out as he spotted an old man sprawled in front of the altar of another open building—this one larger than the others—just ahead."Hold on, I’ll help you." Placing his palm over Tenzin’s chest, Marc could see the deep gash running across the abbot's neck."Truly despicable!" he thought. "Who could have committed such a heinous act against him?"The abbot, however, weakly raised his hand and gently but firmly moved Marc's hand away from his chest."No. Save your strength, young man. My time has come. You don’t need to worry about me." Tenzin's weak face radiated serenity, his wide smile suggesting he was ready to embrace death without burden."Your Reverence, please let me help you. I am a healer," Marc pleaded, begging the abbot to allow him to heal his wound. But the old man continued to hold him back."No, there is no need," Tenzin replied softly. "Kind sir, my duty in this world has ended. It is time for me to go home."Hearing
The Majestic Heir Chapter 73 - The Diamond
Turning around, Marc found himself facing a man in his early forties, whose appearance bore little difference from the monks he had faced earlier. The only distinguishing feature was the six red, circular burn marks on the man’s forehead, arranged in two vertical rows. On closer observation, the man’s feet hovered above the ground, a testament to the immense inner energy that allowed him to levitate effortlessly.Shortly after, hundreds of monks, both senior and junior, flooded into the courtyard of the central hall through the sole gateway. Upon recognizing the figure standing at the forefront, they gasped, their expressions a mixture of shock and joy.“Master Dorje!”The monks rushed toward the man and knelt before him.“We are overjoyed by your return. With you here, the monastery will be safe once again!”The name Dorje meant "diamond." True to his name, this man possessed an unyielding character and immense strength. After retreating from the world for three years of meditation,
The Majestic Heir Chapter 74 - I Told You!
"This young man has truly lost his mind!" whispered one of the monks kneeling in the courtyard of the central hall, staring at Marc. "How could he still dare to speak nonsense in front of Master Dorje?""Master Dorje will surely make him suffer!" another monk chimed in.As they predicted, Dorje's eyes gleamed with fury at this moment. "Kid, go west and meet His Reverence!" Dorje's right hand shot toward Marc's face with incredible speed, radiating a powerful golden aura. The golden glow wasn’t just on his hand—it enveloped his entire body.With such terrifying power, no one could fathom what would happen next. "That boy seems beyond saving!" one of the monks whispered shakily, closing his eyes. He wasn’t alone—almost all the monks had done the same.When everyone thought Marc's fate was sealed, the young man simply smiled faintly. Just as Dorje's palm was an inch away from his face, Marc moved with blinding speed, catching the master’s hand. "Not bad! But that’s still not fast enough
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Chapter 265 - The Pact Made Thirty Years Ago (Part 1)
"Grizelda, what are you talking about?"The man, Elliot, fired back with a puzzled look on his face. His tone was laced with disbelief, like her accusation had come out of nowhere."Open your eyes—and your mind. You're making baseless claims. And really, how could you forget something so important?"His expression hardened as he locked eyes with her. Whatever this was, Elliot wasn’t treating it lightly."Let me remind you of the blood pact we made: no human is allowed to cross the Pennigor Mountains without permission. Anyone who does... dies."The Pennigor Mountains stretched across the southern edge of Cammont County, separating it from the massive Eldrador Forest. Since Cammont was the southernmost region of Walenstein Province, the mountains also served as a border to Brynmor, the neighboring province.But truth be told, most people in Walenstein didn’t even consider Eldrador—or Brynmor for that matter—part of the Lanshire Kingdom.Why? Because the people there acted more like bea
Chapter 264 - You Gotta Be Willing to Die for What You Believe In
"You keep going on and on about revenge—like I owe you something for those goblins—without even thinking about what they did to the human race."Marc's voice echoed from inside the inn’s lobby, each word growing louder as he stepped closer to Grizelda."Don’t you get it? By standing up for them, you're just as guilty as the ones who tore this place apart. You're not some noble leader—you’re just another monster hiding behind a cause!"As he spat out the last word, Marc stepped fully into view through the shattered remains of the lobby’s doorway.Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, and his right arm hung limply at his side, a faint wisp of smoke still curling from it. No need for a closer look—anyone could see his arm was badly damaged.His shallow, ragged breathing and the pain etched across his face hinted at deeper internal injuries. Still, the fire in his eyes never faded. There was no fear in them, no sign of surrender—just raw, unshakable resolve."So go on. Do it. Hit
Chapter 263 - Grizelda’s Wrath
Rising from the ground, a dark aura surged around Grizelda’s body—thick, ominous, and freezing cold. It didn’t just look dangerous. The air around her turned icy, as if the very atmosphere might shatter from the chill she exhaled.“We goblins never lie,” she said coldly. “And we don’t tolerate lies from others.”The moment she spoke, she vanished—only to reappear instantly, right in front of Marc.“You really are a snake,” she hissed. “You slaughtered my people, and now you have the audacity to trick me? You’re going to die for that.”Her hand shot forward—straight for his throat.Marc’s eyes went wide.What the hell? he thought, heart racing. Why’s she accusing me of playing dirty?Just minutes ago, Grizelda had made it very clear—he could attack from any direction, using any method. That had been the deal. So why flip out now, just because he used a vanish-strike technique?But Marc didn’t have time to argue. The aura coming off her hand alone made it clear—this wasn’t just some fla
Chapter 262 - A Deceptive Move
"I know exactly what you're trying to do. You're just playing games with me, aren't you?"Marc scoffed at Grizelda.Even if she let him hit her a hundred times, it wouldn't matter. She was simply too strong. And Marc was running out of ideas."You're talking too much," Grizelda said coldly, flashing a wide, confident grin. Whether Marc landed a hit or not, she didn’t care. She was already convinced he wouldn’t even come close."Go on. Try. Hit me again. Don’t waste my time."Marc didn’t reply. His eyes locked onto hers, mind racing.This isn’t as simple as I thought...He had two shots left—two chances to strike without being countered. He had to make them count."Alright... let’s do this," he muttered.Taking a deep breath, Marc made a bold decision. He tapped into the pure energy within his dantian—a force far more potent than regular cultivation energy. But it came with a price. It would drain him fast, and if he got hurt while using it, recovery would take very long.Still, he had
Chapter 261 - Three Strikes
"You can read my mind?"Marc narrowed his eyes, staring at Grizelda with a mix of shock and curiosity. He didn’t move his lips—just sent the question straight from his thoughts, trying to confirm his growing suspicion: could this goblin leader really hear what he was thinking?You can talk back to me like this too?Grizelda mirrored his expression, surprised herself. She’d always been able to reach into others’ thoughts—but never had she met someone who could respond to her telepathically.That changed how she saw Marc."Telepathy like this? Piece of cake," Marc replied casually, still speaking with his mind. "But let’s be real—you wouldn’t be able to do it if I didn’t let you in, right?"He wasn’t wrong. Grizelda could hear his thoughts only because he hadn't raised his mental barriers. If he had, she wouldn’t be able to break through, no matter how strong her abilities were."You're right. My power can’t penetrate your mind unless you allow it. But as long as you keep the door open,
Chapter 260 - Opening Strike
Grizelda.The goblin leader of the northern territories.At first glance, there was nothing impressive about her—unless you counted the tattered medieval noblewoman’s dress clinging to her bony frame. It was stained, torn, and filthy. Her short, frail body looked like it had been through hell. Her face and hands were scarred and blistered, like someone who had barely crawled out of a fire alive.To most, she looked exactly like what you’d expect from a goblin—grotesque and terrifying. But that impression flipped completely the moment she entered combat.The moment she unleashed her true power.Whoosh!A blast of wind ripped through the air as Grizelda’s small, shriveled fist shot forward like a bullet. Her hand, leathery and lined with age, was wrapped in a chilling black aura—one that radiated both overwhelming force and a bone-deep cold.The surrounding goblins roared in twisted delight as their leader stepped onto the battlefield. But their joy didn’t last long. The moment she bega
Chapter 259 - Marc’s Power
“You damn goblins think you can just waltz into my territory? You’re all walking to your deaths!”Marc’s roar thundered across the frontyard.Standing about a hundred meters outside the inn’s perimeter, he slammed his foot into the ground and launched himself into the sky. Power surged into his fists, energy crackling around them like a storm ready to break loose.At the peak of his leap—roughly a hundred meters high—he flipped midair and dove straight down, both fists leading the charge like twin meteors aimed at the swarm of ten thousand goblins below.BOOM!The earth quaked as his fists hit the ground. A deafening explosion followed, shaking the night and splitting the silence like a bomb going off.Hundreds of goblins died instantly, crushed or vaporized in the first impact.But the destruction didn’t stop there.A powerful shockwave erupted from the point of impact, blasting outward in a vicious burst of wind that hurled even more goblins into the air like ragdolls.Roar! Roar! R
Chapter 258 - A Different Level of Power
Marc didn’t say a word. His brows furrowed, deep in thought.Leah’s question had clearly shaken something loose in his mind.“She’s right… This doesn’t add up. Ordinary goblins shouldn’t be able to break through the magical seal I set up, right?”That thought echoed loudly in his head.Just like he told Leonie before he left for Asheville, the lobby was supposed to be secure—no matter how many goblins tried to breach it. The magic barrier he installed wasn’t just powerful—it was foolproof against anything below level 5 cultivation.And up until now, not a single goblin he’d encountered had shown power anywhere close to that. They’d all been weaker—far weaker.Even if a hundred or a thousand of them attacked the barrier at once, it shouldn’t have mattered.So if one of them—or something else entirely—actually managed to shatter his seal…There was only one possible explanation.“Could its power really be that high?”Marc felt a knot form in his stomach as that realization hit him. A cr
Chapter 257 - Just One Question
Marc floored the gas pedal, pushing the Duesenberg to its absolute limit. Even though the car had been heavily modified, the top speed barely touched 220 kilometers per hour.It still felt painfully slow to him.With his cultivation powers, he could outrun it easily on foot.But abandoning the Duesenberg wasn’t an option. It was a noble vehicle belonging to the Walenstein province. He needed to find a safe spot to stash it — dumping it by the roadside just wasn’t going to cut it.Twenty minutes later, his spirits lifted when he spotted a sign on the left side of the road:"Greencliff Village.""Finally made it!"He spun the wheel and took the left turn at the intersection. Soon, he was tearing through a small forest that separated Cammont City from Greencliff Village.Marc kept his foot firmly on the gas—until his nose, sharp and hyper-sensitive, caught a whiff of something foul ahead.The smell was familiar.Goblin stench."They’re back?"His mind flashed to something he'd read back
