The progenitorial coins astounded everyone. Not to mention ordinary cultivators, even the ancestors from the great powers never got the chance to see them. The lucky ones only got to look, never actually touching one.

Though Ling Ximo was only holding ten or so coins, this was more than enough. Unless one could take out the highest grade of imperial coins, a pile was still worth less.

Her hand was shaking; this was her first time seeing and holding them. She could sense the power emanating from them, as if each coin was...