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.

we need to pay for pets?”

“pet”, Caspian felt Handsome give

pet wouldn’t have to pay, of

is an unusual one,” replied the

Simmons family were even more confident that the

teach him a lesson, they would

thirty fedulings!”

members

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

and handed over an extra 30

“You!”

Simmons family were

to protest, so they had a reason to

him to hand

with the mole stood frozen in

him, he reached out and snatched the money from Caspian’s hand, but

are you still in the way?” Caspian asked as

a flustered expression on his face as

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

not possibly be

man with

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

examined Caspian and Maya while stroking

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

young woman

would do us the honor of coming back to us

about? Do you know who

a disciple of martial arts, Maya naturally refused to argue with

of a crime, she could no

waited for

with the

don’t care who you

are punishable by law, be

you didn’t steal our money, then open up your bags and let us

”That’s right!”

bags and let

other Simmons family members jeered and chanted

Maya cried as her

expect these people to be

who we

cut Maya off before