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

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

disciples, and they were the group of people with the lowest

handymen were only slightly stronger than mortals, but they

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

handymen, many people would fight a bloody battle for such

reason was simple, even if they were handymen, they were still the Heavenly Stars Sect’s

Qi, there was a glimmer of hope for them to become a warrior or even an

handymen would

there was still hope

Samson a glimmer

could get a

improve after that, would depend on whether Samson could figure

as he ordered, Caspian took a good look at the

willow twig in his hand and

after watching the entire thing, and she could not

thought and shook

at

you let

only be a handyman, and it’ll depend on himself to

he missed the best age, and he didn’t have any foundation,” Caspian answered, “I helped him

to be burdened by hatred

melancholy tone, Maya tilted her head

it seems that you’re still harboring

chuckled, and he did

was personal, and it concerned the secret of his

as he did

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

saw a group of anxious disciples rushing in

on their faces seemed to be anticipation or expectations, but there was also a hint of joy from

on?” Caspian and Maya looked at

baffled, they saw Omar