The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Harper’s roars echoed in the cave, and his voice was filled with despair, anger, indignation, heartbreak, and countless emotions.

Soon, one after another, scenes from his memories appeared in Harper’s mind.

“This girl has the Death Perception, and she’s born with the ability to communicate with the netherworld.

From now onward, she’s yours,” Harper’s master said.

The chubby-cheeked girl in front of him was tiny and adorable, looking about five years old.

“Harper…”

‘She’s just a tool to help me reach the peak,’ Harper thought, and he was only about seven at that time.

From that day onward, they were connected with a thin chain, one end on the girl’s neck and the other end in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years passed.

Over the past ten years, Harper grew taller and stronger, and he gradually became the best among the Ninth Sacred Sect’s apprentices.

On the other hand, the girl in his hand got stronger, but her figure did not change drastically, and only her fringe proved her growth.

In those ten years, they practiced together and improved their realms together.

Along their journey, the girl helped him a lot and gave him every possible help.

Moreover, the girl was quiet, and she just blindly followed Harper’s orders.

Hence, Harper only thought that the girl was nothing more than his murder weapon, and the only remarkable thing about her was her ability to make formations, which was something the Ninth Sacred Sect was not good at.

Nonetheless, Harper finally understood that the girl he regarded as a tool and could easily be replaced held such a vital position in his heart.

Harper cried, bawled, and sobbed as he recalled all of the memories.

Finally, he hugged the girl’s corpse tightly, as if her only remains in the world would disappear if he let go.

Maya watched from afar, and her expression slightly changed.

As a girl, Maya’s thoughts were naturally more detailed than the group of male disciples.

From Harper’s actions, she could already feel his grief, but what was she supposed to say? Even if Maya was influenced by Harper’s sadness, they were still enemies, mortal enemies.

glanced at Caspian, and

someone who would never show

it was

different from the

the neat fringe did not hesitate to block Harper from the

the neat fringe’s silhouette overlapped with a figure from his

because he was touched or regretful but because he experienced

Caspian was much luckier than

the girl that saved him without

Caspian clenched the

enough time, and that battle

longer

gently unfastened the chain on the girl’s neck, and he softly

longingly glanced at the girl with the neat fringe, and he

to fight for

Sect’s disciples saw Harper standing, they looked

Harper suffered an enormous blow and

such circumstances, no one knew if he would

a cultivator with nothing to worry about would be the most terrifying as

looked at

disciples saw Harper’s face,

face was caught in the Glorious Dragon’s flame, and as his head

everyone thought he was

his hair was scorched, and the left half of his face was wrinkled like

eyeballs bulged out of the

his mouth torn apart, and they could even see his row of

gaze across the Heavenly Stars Sect’s disciples, and finally, it

others looked at him,

uttered sadly, “Please have a life-and-death battle with

were in a commotion as if they

careful of any possible

“Sure.”

please bury me

“Alright.” Caspian nodded.

you want, but let go of the

impossible,” Caspian

do that, the Heavenly