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

lower than a miscellaneous

the group of people with the lowest

handymen were only slightly stronger than mortals, but they were not even

counting the number of people in the sect, handymen would

each year, when the Heavenly Stars Sect recruited handymen, many people

were handymen, they were still the Heavenly Stars Sect’s

in the Heavenly Stars Sect surrounded by abundant spiritual Qi, there was a

of a thousand handymen would be promoted to become a miscellaneous

it was a low ratio, there was still hope for the mortals to

still gave Samson a glimmer of hope after

all, an apprentice could get a mortal into the sect as

on whether Samson could

guarding disciple do as he ordered, Caspian took

the willow twig in his hand and chased the

Maya was puzzled after watching the entire thing, and she could

it a thought

stared at him

would you let him

be a handyman, and it’ll depend

didn’t have any foundation,” Caspian answered, “I

to be burdened by

tilted her head

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

and he did

personal, and it concerned the

should not have revealed the slightest bit as he did now, so he did not want to say anything

was too abrupt, so she fell silent and

saw a group of anxious disciples rushing in

faces seemed to be anticipation or expectations, but there was also a hint of joy from someone else’s misfortune, making

and Maya looked at

the two were baffled, they saw Omar running in the