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?” Caspian

he said the word “pet”, Caspian felt Handsome give him a sharp jab

normal pet wouldn’t have to

however, is an unusual one,”

family were even more confident that the man was a

did not teach him a lesson, they would be wasting a grand

oh no, thirty fedulings!”

members

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

and handed over an extra

“You!”

were completely caught

to protest, so they had a reason to

him to hand

man with the mole stood

out and snatched

asked as he threw a glance at

stammered with a flustered expression on

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

possibly be satisfied

that moment, a middle-aged man with a

was someone of

examined Caspian and

head of our family advanced to the second stage of the Pulse Control Realm

someone saw a young man and young woman

would do us the honor of coming back to us and

Do you know

martial arts, Maya naturally refused to argue with the

now that they accused them of a crime, she could no longer

Simmonses waited for Caspian

with the goatee’s

don’t care who

are punishable by law,

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

”That’s right!”

your bags and let us examine

family members jeered and chanted

as her cheeks flushed

expect these people

you know who we are? We

cut Maya off before she