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

word “pet”, Caspian felt Handsome give him

pet wouldn’t have to pay, of

is an

passivity, the Simmons family were even more confident that

they did not teach him a lesson, they would be

twenty, oh no, thirty

Simmons family members nodded their heads

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

to argue with them and handed over an

“You!”

family were completely

to protest, so they had a reason

him to

the mole

companions signaling at him, he reached out and snatched the

still in the way?” Caspian asked as he

with a flustered expression on his face as

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

could not possibly

that moment, a middle-aged man with a goatee

man was someone of status amongst the Simmons

group and examined Caspian and Maya

man chuckled, then said, “When the head of our family advanced to the second stage of the Pulse Control Realm a few days ago, we were robbed of 100,000

young man and young woman sneaking

us the honor of coming back to us and

know who we are?” Maya scowled as she raised her

of martial arts, Maya naturally refused to argue with the Simmons family’s earlier

that they accused them of a crime,

for

with the goatee’s expression

don’t care who you

offenders are punishable by law, be they royalty or

didn’t steal our money, then open up your bags and let us search! Otherwise,

”That’s right!”

and let us

members jeered

as her cheeks flushed

not expect these people to be so

who we are?

before she could finish her