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

felt Handsome give him a

wouldn’t have

is an unusual one,”

Caspian’s passivity, the Simmons family were even more confident that the

teach him a lesson, they would

thirty fedulings!” announced the man

Simmons family members nodded their

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

argue with them and

“You!”

family were completely caught

protest, so

not expect him to hand over

the mole stood frozen

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

in the way?” Caspian asked as he threw

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

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

possibly be satisfied

moment, a middle-aged man with a goatee

was clear that the man was someone of status amongst the Simmons family

over to the group and examined Caspian and

our family advanced to the second stage of the Pulse Control Realm a few days ago, we

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

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

you talking about? Do you know who we are?” Maya scowled as she raised her

refused to argue with

now that they accused them of a crime,

for Caspian and

the goatee’s

don’t care who

are punishable by law, be they royalty or

bags and let

”That’s right!”

and

Simmons family members jeered and

Maya cried as her cheeks flushed with

these people

you know who we

before she could