Terrifying Cultivation Speed (Third Update, Asking for Monthly Votes)

Seeing Lang Zhen and Second Deng so troubled, Feng Jun laughed. "Wait here. I'll go get you some silver dollars."

He walked into the room, and when he came back out, he had a woven sack in hand, filled with exactly one thousand silver dollars.

When Second Deng opened the sack and saw the neatly stacked silver dollars, he was dumbfounded. "Where... did these silver dollars come from?"

For the past few days, he had "always" been with Feng Jun. He had even gone to trade gold leaves for silver dollars. He simply could not figure out where the other man had gotten them.

Lang Zhen, however, guessed something—Feng Jun had a Storage Pouch. He was a cultivator, after all.

In the past, Mr. Feng had not used the Storage Pouch, supposedly because it would waste immortal energy. Now, he must have been too short on funds, so he had used it.

Feng Jun went into the room again and brought out two more sacks of silver dollars. "Three thousand in total. It should be enough for a while. Put the jade you collect in the other room, and don't disturb me for the next few days."

As he watched Feng Jun prepare to leave again, Second Deng could not help asking, "Why are these silver dollars all brand-new?"

"Enough, Second Deng," Lang Zhen said. "Why ask so many questions? Who would counterfeit them?"

Second Deng's lips moved, but he said nothing. Still, he was deeply unconvinced. Why could silver dollars not be counterfeited?

In fact, many families in this plane privately minted silver dollars, making enormous profits by mixing in impurities and cutting corners.

Feng Jun saw his confusion and smiled casually. "You don't trust me?"

"Of course we trust you," Lang Zhen immediately said with a smile, smoothing