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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
The Majestic Heir Chapter 75 - Regret
At the same time, instead of dodging, Marc grinned and shook his head. "How many times do I need to show you that I’m far stronger than you?"Marc swiftly lowered his body, allowing Dorje’s fist to sail harmlessly over his head. In the next instant, the young man’s hand clenched into a tight fist, and with incredible speed, he delivered a powerful punch to the master’s chest.Bang!The resounding impact echoed, accompanied by the unmistakable crack of bones. Dorje’s body was hurled back five meters, stumbling as he barely managed to remain upright.Spurt!"Damn it!" Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Dorje felt his insides churn and burn. "H-how... how could a weakling like him possess the strength to strike me?"Dorje’s face and body showed no sign of fear or shock—his expression remained steady, his stance unyielding. Yet deep down, both emotions began to grow, gnawing at his confidence. Especially after Marc had effortlessly countered his first strike.“This bastard’s abilities can’
The Majestic Heir Chapter 76 - Unforgivable
As Dorje remained kneeling on the ground, his mind in turmoil, the sound of light footsteps approaching snapped him out of his daze. Marc reached out and flicked the master's forehead.Flick!It was a simple, light flick, yet Dorje reacted as if struck by a thunderbolt."What are you doing?!" His head, which had been bowed in sorrow, snapped up. His face, previously drawn and grief-stricken, twisted into anger. His clenched jaw and the fire in his eyes showed his fury.Dorje was a man of great pride and self-respect. Let alone being struck—he wouldn't tolerate anyone even touching his head. And yet, Marc had just flicked his forehead so casually. How could he possibly stay silent about such an insult?"Do you still feel it?" Ignoring the master's furious glare, Marc's expression remained calm as he posed the question."Feel what?" Dorje's anger flared as he pushed himself to his feet, fists clenched. He ignored the lingering pain in his chest. He could no longer tolerate Marc’s blatan
The Majestic Heir Chapter 77 - The Trace
Instead of calming the master, Marc's words only made Dorje cry even harder, burying his face once more into the floor. His words seemed to deepen the regret weighing on Dorje’s heart.Seeing this, Marc let out a long sigh. He and everyone present finally understood just how profound the master’s sorrow was."Master, I think you should start the ceremony now." Marc approached one of the senior monks and spoke respectfully. "It looks like he needs more time," he added, glancing at Dorje."Thank you, sir." The monk bowed his head slightly, his demeanor toward Marc now filled with respect. Any suspicion or condescension he had felt toward the young man had completely vanished.Like Dorje, Marc now held an important position in his eyes. It wasn’t just him—every monk and every person present shared the same sentiment. The way they viewed Marc had completely changed."I will lead everyone in beginning the ceremony."As the gathering stood and moved toward the courtyard, a sixteen-year-old
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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