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

normal pet wouldn’t have to pay,

one, however, is an unusual one,”

the Simmons family were even more confident

did not teach him a lesson, they would be wasting

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

Simmons family members nodded their

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

and handed over an extra

“You!”

family were completely caught

so they had a reason to mess him

expect him to hand

the mole stood

companions signaling at him, he reached out and snatched the money from Caspian’s hand, but did

still in the way?” Caspian asked as he

mole stammered with a flustered expression

golden goose, but only managed to get a measly 30

not possibly be satisfied

middle-aged man with a goatee walked

man was someone

to the group and examined Caspian

the second stage of the Pulse Control Realm a few days ago,

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

of you would do us the honor of coming back to

the h*ll are you talking about? Do you know who we are?” Maya

of martial arts, Maya naturally refused to argue with the

of a crime, she

for Caspian and

the goatee’s expression

don’t care

law, be they royalty or

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

”That’s right!”

your bags and

other Simmons family members jeered

Maya cried as her

did not expect these

know who we

before she could finish