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.

secretly glanced at Caspian,

opinion, Caspian was someone who would

and it was obvious

was different from the Caspian

know was when the girl with the neat fringe did not hesitate to block Harper from the spear, Caspian’s

the neat fringe’s silhouette overlapped with a figure

was touched or regretful but because he experienced

was much luckier

the girl that saved

some time, Caspian clenched the Ghoul-Locker

time, and that battle

was no longer crying, and his eyes flashed

the girl’s neck, and he softly

with the neat fringe, and he pulled her tightly into his embrace before

to fight for my

disciples saw Harper standing,

could tell that Harper suffered

such circumstances, no one knew if he would do

all, a cultivator with nothing to worry about would be the most

at

disciples saw Harper’s face, they were taken aback, and some

was caught in the Glorious Dragon’s flame, and as his head was lowered the whole time, none of

everyone thought he was more terrifying

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

eyeballs bulged out of the twisted muscles, and the veins wriggled

his mouth torn apart,

Stars Sect’s disciples, and finally,

at him, their expressions

Caspian, Harper uttered sadly, “Please have

in a commotion as if they wanted to say

be careful of any possible tricks, but Caspian just waved his hand and looked at

“Sure.”

bury me with her,”

“Alright.” Caspian nodded.

can deal with me however you want, but

impossible,” Caspian

do that, the Heavenly Stars Sect’s ancestors won’t forgive