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.

to pay

felt Handsome give him

pet wouldn’t have to pay, of

however, is an unusual one,” replied the

family were even more confident that

not teach him a lesson,

oh no, thirty fedulings!” announced

members nodded their heads in

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

argue with them and handed

“You!”

were completely

for Caspian to protest, so they had

him to hand over the money so

man with the mole stood frozen

at him, he reached out and snatched the money from

are you still in the way?” Caspian asked as

mole stammered with a flustered expression

golden goose, but only

could not possibly be satisfied

man with a

someone of

sauntered over to the group and examined Caspian and Maya while stroking

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

and young woman sneaking out of the

the honor of coming back to us and aiding with the

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

a disciple of martial arts, Maya naturally refused to argue

now that they accused them of a crime,

waited for Caspian

with the goatee’s expression

don’t care

law,

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

”That’s right!”

and let us

members jeered and chanted

as her cheeks flushed

expect these people to be

know who we are?

off before she could