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

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

pet wouldn’t have to

however, is an unusual one,” replied

passivity, the Simmons family were even

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

thirty fedulings!” announced the

other Simmons family members nodded their heads in

”Fine!” Caspian said curtly.

and handed over an extra 30

“You!”

were

for Caspian to protest, so they had a reason to mess

him to

mole stood

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

the way?” Caspian asked as he threw a glance at the

mean…” the man with the mole stammered with a flustered

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

not possibly be satisfied

that moment, a middle-aged man with a goatee walked

clear that the man was someone of status

sauntered over to the group and examined Caspian and Maya

chuckled, then said, “When the head of our family advanced to the second stage of the Pulse

someone saw a young man and young woman sneaking out of the

do us the honor of coming back to us and aiding with

know who we are?” Maya scowled as she raised her

arts, Maya naturally refused

crime, she could no longer hold back her

for

the goatee’s

care who you

law, be they royalty

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

”That’s right!”

your bags and let us

Simmons family members

Maya cried as her cheeks flushed

these people

you know who we

Maya off before she could finish