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 pets?” Caspian

Caspian felt Handsome give him a

have to pay, of

is an unusual one,” replied

the Simmons family were even more confident that the man was a

lesson, they would be wasting a grand

twenty, oh no, thirty fedulings!” announced the

Simmons family members nodded their heads

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

and handed over an

“You!”

Simmons family were completely caught

prepared for Caspian to protest, so they

did not expect him to

mole stood frozen

he reached out and snatched

way?” Caspian asked as he threw a glance

stammered with a flustered expression on

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

could not possibly be satisfied with

that moment, a middle-aged man with a

someone of status amongst the

to the group and examined Caspian and Maya while stroking his

said, “When the head of our family advanced to the second stage of the Pulse Control

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

you would do us the honor of coming

about? Do you know who we

naturally refused to argue with

now that they accused them of a crime, she

for Caspian and

man with the

don’t care who you

offenders are punishable by law, be

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

”That’s right!”

bags and let us

other Simmons family members jeered and chanted

as her cheeks flushed with

these people to be so

know who we

cut Maya off before she