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Chapter 253: Old Saintess · Nov 07, 2026

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2101 Chapter 252: Callie Bringer 2026-11-07
2102 Chapter 253: Old Saintess 2026-11-07
2103 Chapter 254: Inheritance Tower 2026-11-07
2104 Chapter 255: Bloodline Surpassing A Progenitor? 2026-11-07
2105 Chapter 284: Truth 2026-11-07
2106 Chapter 340: 340. Greed and Rage 2026-11-07
2107 Chapter 409: Lucien 2026-11-07
2108 Chapter 410: Dark Elf 2026-11-07
2109 Chapter 411: Miracle Pond 2026-11-07
2110 Chapter 412: A Crazy Idea 2026-11-07
2111 Chapter 413: Twenty Days of Torment 2026-11-07
2112 Chapter 414: Divine Fragments 2026-11-07
2113 Chapter 415: Entering the tenth floor 2026-11-07
2114 Chapter 416: Level 6 of Adept Rank 2026-11-07
2115 Chapter 417: Pillar of Divine Appraisal 2026-11-07
2116 Chapter 418: Going Above and Beyond 2026-11-07
2117 Chapter 419: A Threat 2026-11-07
2118 Chapter 420: Entering the Pillar 2026-11-07
2119 Chapter 421: Trial of Concepts 2026-11-07
2120 Chapter 422: A Deadly Trial 2026-11-07
2121 Chapter 423: Guidance 2026-11-07
2122 Chapter 424: Enlightenment 2026-11-07
2123 Chapter 425: Success 2026-11-07
2124 Chapter 426: Mysteries 2026-11-07
2125 Chapter 427: Temple Spirit 2026-11-07
2126 Chapter 428: Broken Sword Moves 2026-11-07
2127 Chapter 429: Grasping Truth 2026-11-07
2128 Chapter 430: Authority 2026-11-07
2129 Chapter 431: Declaration of Kill 2026-11-07
2130 Chapter 432: A Complicated Situation 2026-11-07
2131 Chapter 433: Original Master of the Tower 2026-11-07
2132 Chapter 434: A Clash of Physical Strength 2026-11-07
2133 Chapter 435: A New Master 2026-11-07
2134 Chapter 436: A Realm Beyond the List 2026-11-07
2135 Chapter 437: A Tough Situation 2026-11-07
2136 Chapter 438: Korbin, 5th Seat of Demon Race 2026-11-07
2137 Chapter 439: Too Strong Max 2026-11-07
2138 Chapter 440: Korbin - Dead 2026-11-07
2139 Chapter 441: A Sneak Attack 2026-11-07
2140 Chapter 442: End of Craig 2026-11-07
2141 Chapter 443: Still not enough? 2026-11-07
2142 Chapter 444: A Plan Against Monarch 2026-11-07
2143 Chapter 445: Chamber of Concepts 2026-11-07
2144 Chapter 446: Mysterious Dark Aura 2026-11-07
2145 Chapter 1059 Mark taking action 2026-11-07
2146 Chapter 1060 Desperate Situation 2026-11-07
2147 Chapter 1061 Maxʼs final stand 2026-11-07
2148 Chapter 1062 Lucien Mad his Move! 2026-11-07
2149 Chapter 1063 Lucienʼs Powers 2026-11-07
2150 Chapter 1064 Power of a God 2026-11-07

Chapter 253: Old Saintess

Max acknowledged him with a small nod—but his attention was elsewhere.

His gaze shifted toward the old woman.

Something about her made him hesitate.

Perhaps it was the way she sat—completely at ease, yet carrying the weight of someone who had watched lifetimes pass before her.

Still, he spoke.

”And you are?”

A sudden cough from Klaus.

”Max—”

He barely got the word out before—

SLAP!

A sharp sting ran through Maxʼs palm.

His brain stalled.

ʼWhat the hell?ʼ

The old lady had smacked his hand.

The strike wasnʼt just fast—it was perfectly timed, impossibly precise.

”Thatʼs how you talk to an old lady?” she scolded, her tone unimpressed, almost bored.

”Donʼt you know how to respect your elders?”

Maxʼs eye twitched.

Even with 300 Dragon Scales reinforcing his body—he ʼfeltʼ that slap.

This wasnʼt just an ordinary elder.

This woman had technique.

For the first time, he took a proper look at her.

Long black hair streaked with white. Wrinkles tracing across her face.

But her eyes—dead calm.

Emotionless. Unshaken. Unreadable.

They werenʼt eyes that held rage, amusement, or arrogance.

They were eyes that had seen too much.

Perhaps even everything.

Max rubbed his palm, suppressing the urge to curse aloud.

Fine.

If that was how she wanted to play it—

He straightened his posture, his voice even.

His voice polite.

”I am Max. Itʼs nice to meet you.”

Then—

SMACK!

Pain flared through his other hand.

Another perfectly placed slap.

Maxʼs teeth clenched.

What. The. Hell.

The old woman clicked her tongue.

”Kids these days,” she muttered, shaking her head in clear disappointment.

”They just donʼt know how to respect their elders.”

Max exhaled slowly.

His palms burned, a low sting pulsing through his skin.

His mind was a storm of disbelief.

ʼThis old hag!ʼ

He wanted to say something. To protest.

But some deep, instinctual survival sense warned him—

If he talked back, heʼd get slapped again.

So, for now—

He endured.

The old woman leaned forward, her piercing gaze locking onto Max like a predator sizing up prey.

For the first time since entering, he felt it—a shift in the air.

A presence so heavy, so absolute, that the very space around her seemed to thicken.

”I am the Old Saintess of the Black Lotus Guild,” she said, her voice even, yet carrying a weight that left no room for doubt.

”And you have already met the current Saintess, so letʼs not waste time. Letʼs get straight to the topic.”

Maxʼs frown deepened.

Saintess?

Callie?

The word echoed in his mind.

He had no idea what she was talking about.

Noticing his confusion, Klaus chuckled lightly.

His stance remained relaxed, but his tone carried an unmistakable reverence.

”Max, our Black Lotus Guild has existed in this world for a very, very long time.”

He spoke as if recounting a fact of nature—an undeniable truth.

”We have seen the birth of Sovereigns and Emperors, watched their rise, their fall, their ascensions, and their ultimate declines.”

Maxʼs expression didnʼt shift, but inwardly—he was listening.

Carefully.

Because if what they were saying was true—

Then the Black Lotus Guild wasnʼt just another powerful underground faction.

They were something else entirely.

Klaus continued, his voice steady, his words carrying the weight of history.

”Because of our history, our ways of power may seem a bit… traditional.”

At that, the Old Saintess shot him a glare so sharp it could cut through steel.

”Traditional?” she echoed, her tone laced with irritation.

The air seemed to grow colder.

”You young ones just donʼt understand the importance of traditions.”

Klaus coughed awkwardly, shifting slightly but refusing to be thrown off track.

”A long time ago, our guild wasnʼt even a guild.”

He paused.

Then—his next words came with deliberate weight.

”It was a power known as the ʼBlack Dragon Palaceʼ.”

Maxʼs brows furrowed.

He had never heard of it.

Black Dragon Palace.

There was something about the name. Something that felt too ancient, too distant.

Klaus continued, his voice growing more solemn.

”But as the world changed, so did we. We adapted, evolving both inside and out.”

His words settled in the dimly lit room, each syllable carrying the weight of something far older than any empire.

Then, after a beat, he added—

”To the outside world, we are just another guild, one of the many forces in the East Region.”

A slight pause.

Then—his next words shook Max to the core.

”But the truth is—we existed long before the four great families and the five top guilds were even a thing.”

Maxʼs eyes narrowed slightly.

Before the four super families? Before the five strongest guilds?

That wasnʼt just a claim.

That was a rewriting of history.

Max had always known that the Black Lotus Guild operated in secrecy, its movements unseen, its influence stretching into places others dared not reach.

But this?

This was something else entirely.

This wasnʼt just an old guild with deep roots.

This was an ancient force, one that had deliberately hidden its true strength.

And the bigger question?

Why?

Why had a power this old remained in the shadows?

Max exhaled slowly, processing every word.

The Black Lotus Guild—or rather, the Black Dragon Palace—wasnʼt just another faction.

It was a relic of a forgotten era.

And relics only stayed hidden for one reason.

Because their existence threatened the present.

Maxʼs eyes narrowed, his mind racing.

Then, the question surfaced.

A question so absurd, so unbelievable, that even saying it felt surreal.

”Does that mean… you experienced the war from ten thousand years ago?”

His voice held an edge of disbelief, his eyes locked onto the Old Saintess, searching—for what, he wasnʼt sure.

The room fell into silence for a fraction of a second.

Then—

A low chuckle.

Not just amusement.

Disdain.

The Old Saintess shook her head, lips curling slightly.

”Experienced it?”

The way she said it sent a chill down his spine.

Then—

”Heh. I ʼfoughtʼ in that war myself.”

The world seemed to slow.

Maxʼs breath hitched.

His mind reeled, grasping at logic, at reason, at anything that made sense.

”You ʼfoughtʼ in the war?”

He barely recognized his own voice.

A slight tremor.

An involuntary reaction to the sheer weight of those words.

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