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.

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

a rank lower than a miscellaneous disciple, it would be a

group of people with the lowest status in the Heavenly Stars Sect, responsible for the dirtiest and most

stronger than mortals, but they were

when counting the number of people in the

handymen, many people would fight

were handymen, they were still

by abundant spiritual Qi, there was a glimmer of hope

one of a thousand handymen would be

there was still

Samson a glimmer of hope after

a mortal into the sect as a

depend on whether Samson could

he ordered, Caspian took a good

twig in his hand and chased the three goats into

for a while, Maya was puzzled after watching the entire thing, and she

thought and

stared at him in

you let

a handyman, and it’ll depend on himself to

he didn’t have any foundation,” Caspian answered, “I helped him mainly because I saw something I had before, but those

to be burdened by hatred

Caspian’s melancholy tone, Maya tilted her head

your tone, it seems that

and he did

and it concerned the secret

not have revealed the slightest bit as he did now, so he did

also realized that her question was too abrupt, so she fell silent

group of anxious

be anticipation or expectations, but there was also a hint of

Maya looked at each other,

were baffled, they