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 were still miscellaneous disciples below Caspian’s level as an

than a miscellaneous disciple, it would be a

the group of people with the lowest status

slightly stronger than mortals, but

when counting the number of people in the sect, handymen would not be

Stars Sect recruited handymen, many people would fight a

they were handymen, they were

surrounded by abundant spiritual Qi, there was a glimmer of hope for them to become a warrior or

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

low ratio, there was still hope for the mortals to

Samson a glimmer of hope after careful

all, an apprentice could get a mortal into the

depend on whether Samson could figure

ordered, Caspian took a good look at the unconscious

shook the willow twig in his hand

for a while, Maya was puzzled after watching the entire thing, and she could not help but ask, “Casper, do you think that Samson has

a thought and shook

stared at

would you

and it’ll depend on himself to

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

to be

melancholy tone, Maya tilted her

from your tone, it seems that you’re still harboring

chuckled, and he

concerned the secret of his actual

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

question was too abrupt, so she fell silent

a group of anxious disciples rushing in a

be anticipation or expectations, but there

Maya looked at each

baffled, they saw