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 him a sharp jab

normal pet wouldn’t have to pay,

however, is an unusual one,” replied the

were even more confident that

lesson, they would be wasting a

oh no, thirty fedulings!” announced the

other Simmons family members nodded their

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

them and handed over an extra

“You!”

Simmons family were completely caught

to protest, so they had a reason to

to hand

with the mole stood frozen

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

Caspian asked as he

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

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

not possibly

man with a goatee walked

man was someone

sauntered over to the group and examined

of our family advanced to the second stage of the Pulse Control Realm a few days ago, we were robbed of 100,000

and young woman sneaking out of the

the both of you would do us the honor of coming back to us and

talking about? Do you know who we are?” Maya

Maya naturally refused to argue with the Simmons family’s earlier

they accused them of a crime, she could no

for Caspian

the goatee’s expression

don’t care who

are punishable by law, be they royalty or

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

”That’s right!”

bags and

Simmons family members jeered

her cheeks

did not expect these

who we are?

before she could finish