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.

need to pay for pets?” Caspian

“pet”, Caspian felt Handsome give him a sharp

normal pet wouldn’t have to

is an unusual one,” replied the

family were even more confident

did not teach him a lesson,

twenty, oh no, thirty fedulings!”

other Simmons family members

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

them and handed over

“You!”

Simmons family were

to protest, so they

to hand over the money

the mole stood

he reached out and snatched the money from Caspian’s hand, but did not move out of the

asked as he

stammered with a flustered expression on his face as he

rare golden goose, but only managed to get a measly

possibly be satisfied with

that moment, a middle-aged man with a goatee

that the man was someone of status amongst the Simmons family

group and examined

head of our family advanced to the second stage of the

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

the both of you would do us the honor of coming

h*ll are you talking about? Do you know who we are?” Maya scowled as she

disciple of martial arts, Maya naturally refused

crime,

waited for

with the goatee’s expression

care who

are punishable by law,

didn’t steal our money, then open up your bags and let us search! Otherwise, you’re coming with us,” the man said

”That’s right!”

and let us examine

members jeered

as her cheeks

expect these people to be

you know who we are? We

cut Maya off before she