The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Upon a brief thank you, the two men found themselves at the fat man’s stall perusing the goods laid out.

”Come take a look, see if there’s anything you fancy!” The fat cultivator’s eyes curved into crescents whenever he smiled.

It was easy to take a liking to him.

“Fair prices guaranteed!”

Caspian did not cast his sights onto the hemlock at first.

He pretended to look around, scanning the merchandise of the stalls next to that one.

There were antlers with stripes that glistened golden.

No one knew what creature they came from.

There were dry, shriveled fingers with pointy nails.

Potted plants bore colorful flowers but with leaves that were completely withered.

Caspian looked at all of them, reaching out to feel them from time to time if he wanted.

The fat man seemed equally uncaring of Caspian’s wandering.

None of these things were of any value, after all.

Caspian hardly gave them a second glance.

Upon putting down a shiv, Caspian moved to pick up the hemlock.

It sank with weight the second he picked it up.

Caspian’s eyes froze slightly.

‘It’s heavier than I expected it to be,’ Caspian thought to himself as he cast the stall owner a glance.

Instantly, Caspian was able to see the flash of panic that briefly overtook the fat man’s features when he picked the hemlock up.

Suspicion arose in Caspian immediately.

Instead of hurrying to inquire about the price, he began to analyze it.

The hemlock looked real and fine at first glance.

The chasm was struck by thunder.

Caspian, having absorbed the Bone of Thunder, knew more about lighting than the average cultivator.

The part of the hemlock that was charred black was caught in a forest fire caused by a lightning strike.

exactly the kind of hemlock

Or so it seemed.

interested in the hemlock, the fat

eh? Let me tell you the truth… I came across it in a forest that was

would come in handy with

fat cultivator seemed to be

the price even

someone that did business for

let me take another look…” Caspian nodded, bringing the hemlock closer

context of how much Caspian wanted and needed the hemlock,

all, was something he wanted

would not chance upon the shop again

picked the hemlock up, on top of

he turned the hemlock over in his hands yet again, fingertips running over the calloused wood,

even calling out to other cultivators that

that the man’s gaze would flicker to

obvious that something was

down the hemlock,

working well enough, he would have to use his divine

divine sense was much stronger than that of cultivators of the same realm

as he noticed the fat man looked visibly relieved when he put the hemlock

sweep, it was not long before Caspian realized

was, indeed, something

problem itself laid in the section that was

was an opening so

divine sense, Caspian even discovered that the hemlock was stuffed with a piece

a lot heavier

why the hemlock was

loophole, Caspian knew

held the hemlock up to the stall

realized Caspian had it in his mind to purchase and smiled

young man! I won’t

Five hundred spirit stones.

How’s that?”

much!” Caspian

grows deep in the forest, it’s hard enough to

seem like a well-read

it takes at least two hundred years of growth for hemlock to summon a

years, it has to keep from pests and absorb

been struck, a devastating fire must follow for lightning to

you’d also know, young man, that lightning and thunder usually come hand in hand with

the time the fires are put out with rain barely after they have started

coincidences to yield a piece of hemlock that has passed through