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.

pay for

Caspian felt Handsome

wouldn’t have to pay, of

however, is an

Simmons family were even more confident that the man

not teach him a lesson, they would be

twenty, oh no, thirty

Simmons family members

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

to argue with them and handed over an extra

“You!”

Simmons family were

so they had a reason to mess him

to hand

mole

out and snatched the money from Caspian’s hand, but did

you still in the way?” Caspian asked as he threw a glance at the

the man with the mole stammered with a flustered expression on his face as

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

could not possibly

man with

that the man was someone of status amongst

examined Caspian and Maya while stroking

our family advanced to the second stage of the Pulse Control Realm a few

the time, someone saw a young man and young woman sneaking out of the

honor of coming back to us

Do you know who we

Maya naturally refused to argue with the Simmons family’s earlier

them of a crime, she could no longer hold back

waited for Caspian and

the goatee’s expression

care

law, be

then open up your bags and let us search! Otherwise, you’re coming with us,”

”That’s right!”

your bags and let us

family members

cried as her cheeks flushed with

not expect these people to

you know who we are? We

Maya off before she could