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 an

a miscellaneous

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

only slightly stronger than mortals, but they were not

the number of people in the sect, handymen would not be included

Heavenly Stars Sect recruited handymen, many people would

reason was simple, even if they were handymen, they were still the

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

proportion, one of a thousand handymen

was still hope for the mortals to enter the pathway

gave Samson a glimmer

an apprentice could get a mortal into the

would depend on whether

ordered, Caspian took a

in his hand and chased the three goats into the

after watching the entire thing, and she could not help but ask,

a thought and shook

at him in

would you

handyman, and it’ll

have any foundation,” Caspian answered, “I helped him mainly because I saw something I had before, but those were nothing

be burdened by

Caspian’s melancholy tone, Maya tilted her

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

chuckled, and he did

concerned the secret of

the slightest bit as he did now, so he

her question was too abrupt, so

another distance, they saw a group of anxious disciples rushing in

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

Caspian and Maya looked at each other,

were baffled, they saw Omar