The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

It was hard to learn martial arts over nineteen, let alone cultivate.

At most, Samson could only strengthen his body, and it was highly impossible for him to be an expert.

Even if a panacea could help Samson cast off his old self, its effect would be dozens or hundreds of times lesser on the nineteen-year-old than other people.

Besides, Samson was just an ordinary mountain person, and he did not have any connection or background.

Hence, no one would provide him with treasures and precious medicines.

If there were something worth paying attention to, it was nothing more than the obsession in his heart.

Nonetheless, an obsession might be precious, yet it was also worthless.

After all, before reaching the goal, the obsession could make one work diligently, but once it was completed and they vented their anger, the cultivator might no longer improve.

Samson fell under that category.

Moreover, he was so stubborn that he only wanted revenge.

If Samson entered the pathway to immortality, that resentment and anger would easily make him go down the wrong path, turning him into a devil cultivator.

The former leading villains of South Earlington’s top ten bandits, the Johnson brothers, were typical.

For such a person, instead of giving him hope, letting him enter a sect, taking the wrong step in the end, and becoming a devil cultivator, it was better to extinguish the fire in his heart directly.

Due to that, the guarding disciple could not figure out Caspian’s thoughts, and he decided to ask Caspian about it out of caution.

Caspian pondered for a moment and looked at the disciple, saying, ”Bring him to the service area.

Don’t let anyone find out about what happened today and monitor his situation before doing anything.”

Caspian talked to Samson before as he hoped Samson would not limit his purpose of embarking on the pathway to immortality just to avenge his family.

When Caspian saw Samson’s reaction before he fainted, he seemed to have understood that, but he passed out before he could say anything.

Hence, after giving it a thought, Caspian decided to give him a chance.

for their disciples, there

than a miscellaneous disciple, it would be a

and they were the group of people with the lowest

stronger than mortals, but they were not even

of people in the sect, handymen would not

handymen, many people

handymen, they were still the Heavenly

abundant spiritual Qi, there was a glimmer of

proportion, one of a thousand handymen would be promoted to become a

ratio, there was still hope for the mortals to enter the

glimmer

get a mortal into the sect as a

on whether Samson

he ordered, Caspian took a good look at the unconscious

hand and chased the three goats

entire thing, and she could not help but ask, “Casper, do you think that Samson

it a thought and shook his

at

you let him

and it’ll depend on himself to

answered, “I helped him mainly because I saw something I had before, but those

exhausting to be burdened by hatred

her

tone, it seems that you’re still harboring

and he did not

personal, and it concerned the secret

Caspian thought he should not have revealed the slightest bit as he

was too abrupt, so she fell silent and walked beside

another distance, they saw a group of anxious disciples

expectations, but there was also a hint of joy from someone else’s

going on?” Caspian and Maya looked at each other,

two were baffled, they saw Omar running