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

felt Handsome give him a sharp jab on the

pet wouldn’t have to pay, of

however, is an unusual one,”

passivity, the Simmons family were even

they did not teach him a lesson, they would

oh no, thirty

family members nodded their heads

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

to argue with them and handed over an extra 30

“You!”

were completely caught

for Caspian to protest, so they had a reason

him to hand

with the mole stood

him, he reached out and snatched the money from

Caspian asked as

I mean…” the man with the mole stammered with a flustered expression on

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

possibly be

a middle-aged man with a goatee

that the man was someone of status amongst

examined Caspian and

advanced to the second stage of the Pulse Control

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

do us the honor of coming back to us

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

naturally refused to argue with the

a crime, she could no longer hold back her

for

with the

care

law, be they royalty

open up your bags and let us search! Otherwise, you’re coming

”That’s right!”

your bags and let

members jeered and

as her

did not expect these people

know who we are?

before she