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.

their disciples, there were still miscellaneous disciples below Caspian’s level as

for a rank lower than a miscellaneous disciple, it would

to miscellaneous disciples, and they were the group of people with the lowest status in the Heavenly Stars Sect,

than mortals,

the sect, handymen would not be included

Sect recruited handymen, many people would fight a bloody battle for such a

even if they were handymen, they were still the Heavenly Stars

Qi, there was a glimmer of hope for

at the proportion, one of a thousand handymen would

it was a low ratio, there was still

glimmer

get a mortal into

he could improve after that, would depend on whether Samson could figure

the guarding disciple do as he ordered, Caspian took

hand and chased the three

entire thing, and she could not help

it a thought and

stared at him

would you let

it’ll depend on himself

“I helped him mainly because

to be burdened by hatred

tone, Maya tilted her head and looked

tone, it seems that you’re still

he did not

concerned the secret of his actual

bit as he did now, so he did not want to

that her question was too abrupt, so she

group of anxious disciples

to be anticipation or expectations, but there was

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

two were baffled, they saw Omar running