A peaceful life was, in fact, the best kind of life.
Some people found it boring.
Only those who had truly experienced disaster understood the value of a peaceful life.
Reading books, drinking tea, and cultivating with beautiful women—such a life might have been monotonous, but it was never dull. Jiang Hao enjoyed it very much.
Xuanwu Mountain behind Shangqing Temple was a forbidden area of the temple. Only temple members could enter. There were few buildings here, just a single pavilion, and there was no path to climb up. Anyone who wanted to come here could only leap across the valley.
Jiang Hao sat in the pavilion, gazing at the flourishing incense offerings of the temple with great satisfaction. Thanks to his promotion, Shangqing Temple had enjoyed abundant worshippers ever since it opened.
He lifted his teacup and took a sip. The tea was fragrant and refreshing.
Seeing that the teacup before Jiang Hao was empty, Susu picked up the teapot and refilled it for him. "Xiao Qing said that the Nasdaq Index has been soaring like crazy lately. Some experts believe there's too much of a bubble and that it may face a crash, but most investors are still optimistic about Internet stocks."
Two cultivators who looked like recluses discussing stocks and Internet bubbles as soon as they opened their mouths—it was rather surreal.
"What level is the Nasdaq at now?" Jiang Hao asked.
"It officially broke through 5,000 yesterday. In the past four months, it's surged wildly from 2,800 points to 5,000. It really is insane," Susu said.
Jiang Hao nodded.
Since reaching 800 points in 1995, the Nasdaq had continued rising. By late 1999, it had reached 2,800 points, with returns exceeding threefold. Many people had made fortunes from Nasdaq's Internet economy, causing the stock market