The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Once they made their decision, Caspian and Maya joined the queue and waited for their turn to climb the mountain.

It was not long until they reached the front of the queue.

Everyone that lined up in front of them were mortals.

To cultivators, 20 fedulings was nothing to throw a fuss over.

However, it was a large sum to mortals.

That was why the Simmons family, who set up the checkpoint to collect congratulatory gifts, could not escape the inevitable cries of displeasure and protest.

There was even the occasional scuffle.

Despite their wretchedness, the Simmons family were warriors, and there just happened to be a few of them standing guard at the checkpoint.

Even if people were unhappy and went as far as to cause a ruckus, things would settle down very quickly.

The Simmons warriors took one look at the little white pig sitting dignifiedly on Caspian’s shoulder, and their eyes lit up.

“A cultivator!”

It was obvious that the little white pig was a mythical monster, and anyone who was able to train a mythical monster would naturally be a cultivator.

The Simmons family members exchanged glances and saw hints of cautiousness in each other’s eyes.

After all, messing with mortals and messing with cultivators were two completely different matters.

“For two,” Caspian said as he reached out his hand and presented 40 fedulings, gesturing to himself first, then at Maya.

The Simmonses were taken aback by how nonchalantly Caspian handed the money over.

They expected that being a cultivator, Caspian would want to reveal his identity and give them a piece of his mind.

The mortals before him openly expressed their dissatisfaction, so they were prepared for a cultivator to act more pompously.

The Simmonses realized that the cultivator who stood before them was probably someone who did not want to cause trouble!

Upon that realization, an ominous spark appeared in the eyes of the Simmons member who blocked the path.

“What about that?” said one of the Simmons men who had a mole on his cheek.

He pointed at Handsome, obviously testing Caspian’s limits.

Maya’s brows furrowed, but she kept silent at the sight of Caspian’s indifference.

to pay for pets?” Caspian

he said the word “pet”, Caspian felt Handsome give him a sharp

pet wouldn’t have to pay, of

an unusual one,”

Caspian’s passivity, the Simmons family were even

a lesson, they would be

twenty, oh no, thirty fedulings!”

other Simmons family members nodded their heads

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

with them and handed over

“You!”

family were completely caught

prepared for Caspian to protest, so

to hand over the money

mole stood

signaling at him, he reached out and snatched the money from

asked as he threw a glance at

with a flustered expression on his face

rare golden goose, but only managed to get a measly 30 fedulings from

could not possibly be satisfied with

moment, a middle-aged man

clear that the man was someone of status amongst the

group and examined Caspian and Maya

“When the head of our family advanced to the second stage

man and young woman sneaking out of the family house

us the honor of coming back to us and aiding with the

the h*ll are you talking about? Do you know who we are?” Maya scowled as she

a disciple of martial arts, Maya naturally refused to argue

of a crime, she could

for

the

don’t care who

law, be they royalty

and let us search! Otherwise, you’re coming with us,” the man said

”That’s right!”

your bags and let us examine

other Simmons family members

cried as her

these people to

you know who we are? We

cut Maya off before she could