All Chapters of The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell: Chapter 551 - Chapter 560

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 w

Caspian had detained members of the Simmons family, but Phillip Simmons arrived and immediately declared the whole matter a "misunderstanding".It was clear that Phillip was aware of what happened earlier. Otherwise, he would not tie up the man that Caspian released earlier and brought him back to where he was.Caspian threw Phillip a glance and said, "Did you bring the money?"Phillip was taken aback. He knew that the Simmons family members were in the wrong for what happened that day, but he did not expect to really have to pay a ransom for them.Phillip stayed silent. One of the men behind him stepped forward, furrowed his brows and said, "What happened today was the fault of our family members. We will ensure that those involved will be punished accordingly upon their return. We're willing to let go of how you attacked our family today, so don't expect to get any money out of us."The man spoke in a matter-of-fact way, as if not pursuing Caspian's attack on their men was a gre

Caspian beamed and said, "That's your equal cut.""Equal cut?" Maya was taken aback by Caspian's action and hurriedly tried to pass the bags back to Caspian. "No, I can't take this."An equal cut of 100,000 fedulings and 720 spirit stones meant that she would have 50,000 fedulings and over 300 spirit stones. To an outer disciple like Maya, this was a shocking amount of money. It would be impossible not to feel overwhelmed by it.However, Maya knew that she played no part in what happened earlier. In other words, Caspian would have easily terrorized and extorted the Simmons men without her presence. Now that Caspian was giving her half of his loot, her first reaction was to decline his offer because she did not lift a finger."Both of us worked for it. Of course you'd get your share," Caspian said, then shoved the bags back into Maya's arms.Maya could not argue with Caspian, and decided to accept the money."What about me?" Handsome chirped softly into Caspian's ear. "I might no

"Oh, my bad! That wasn't directed toward you." The red-haired man said as he looked at him."You're just a maggot— A maggot that I won't even bother stepping on!"The man stared back in disdain, thinking that he was just another show off with mediocre abilities. However, he quickly realized that he was being played around like a circus monkey."Son of a b*tch! You’re trying to die? Thousand Spirits Claws!" The man with the top hat roared, raging bloodshot through their eyes as his hands sprang out of his sleeves. They were pitch black— like branches of a dead tree, claws of the phantom. He sprang toward the red-haired man as if clawing his guts out.The red-haired man hummed as he swung his arms up like he chased a fly away.His god-like speed was not caught on by anyone on the scene. What happened next was a loud thud, followed by the head of the man, along with his top head exploding in front of everyone.Thick, red lava gushed onto the ground, spurted into the flames, exudin

Upon a brief thank you, the two men found themselves at the fat man's stall perusing the goods laid out."Come take a look, see if there's anything you fancy!" The fat cultivator's eyes curved into crescents whenever he smiled. It was easy to take a liking to him. "Fair prices guaranteed!"Caspian did not cast his sights onto the hemlock at first. He pretended to look around, scanning the merchandise of the stalls next to that one.There were antlers with stripes that glistened golden. No one knew what creature they came from. There were dry, shriveled fingers with pointy nails. Potted plants bore colorful flowers but with leaves that were completely withered.Caspian looked at all of them, reaching out to feel them from time to time if he wanted.The fat man seemed equally uncaring of Caspian's wandering.None of these things were of any value, after all. Caspian hardly gave them a second glance.Upon putting down a shiv, Caspian moved to pick up the hemlock.It sank with weig