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, and she was

Maya’s opinion, Caspian was someone who would never show mercy to

everyone from moving forward, and it was obvious that

was different from the Caspian

the girl with the neat fringe did not

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

because he was touched or regretful but because he experienced similar

was much luckier than

girl that saved

Caspian clenched the

gave Harper enough time, and

time, Harper was no longer crying, and his eyes

softly uttered, “This

at the girl with the neat fringe, and he

turn to fight

Heavenly Stars Sect’s disciples saw Harper

could tell that Harper suffered an enormous blow and

one knew if he would do

to worry about would be

slowly looked at the Heavenly

Heavenly Stars Sect’s disciples saw Harper’s face, they were taken aback,

flame, and as his head was lowered

everyone thought he was more terrifying

his hair was scorched, and the left half

bulged out of the twisted

gone, his mouth torn apart, and

his gaze across the Heavenly Stars Sect’s disciples,

that when the others looked at him, their expressions changed, but only

sadly, “Please have a life-and-death

a commotion as if they wanted to say something, but none

be careful of any possible tricks, but Caspian just waved his

“Sure.”

die, please bury me with her,” Harper

“Alright.” Caspian nodded.

I win, you can deal with me however you want, but let go of the

impossible,” Caspian shook

Heavenly Stars Sect’s ancestors won’t