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

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

pet wouldn’t have to

is an unusual

passivity, the Simmons family were even more

they did not teach him a lesson, they would be wasting

same twenty, oh no, thirty fedulings!” announced the man with

members nodded

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

refused to argue with them and handed over an extra

“You!”

Simmons family were

Caspian to protest, so they

expect him to hand over

the mole stood frozen in

he noticed his companions signaling at him, he reached out and snatched the money from Caspian’s hand, but did not

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

with the mole stammered with a flustered expression on his face as he threw

came across a rare golden goose, but only managed

not possibly be satisfied

middle-aged man with a

clear that the man was someone of status amongst the

and examined Caspian

“When the head of our family advanced to the second stage of the Pulse Control Realm a few days ago, we were robbed of

someone saw a young man and young woman sneaking out of the family house with a large

do us the honor of coming

you know who we are?” Maya

a disciple of martial arts, Maya naturally refused to argue

that they accused them of a crime, she could no

waited for Caspian

with the goatee’s expression turned

don’t care who you

are punishable by law, be they

open up your bags and let us search!

”That’s right!”

and let us

family members jeered and

as her

expect these people to

who

before