Was there anything wrong with "money"?
No!
Money itself had no right or wrong. It was merely an object.
Right and wrong lay only within oneself, within one's mindset.
In other worlds, Jiang Hao had undergone countless trials. Sometimes he possessed hundreds of millions, sometimes wealth enough to rival a nation. Yet in those worlds, he had always felt that they were somehow unreal.
It was like playing a game. While playing, one threw oneself into it completely, gaining however many gold coins or Happy Beans, but in the end, they were virtual. They were fundamentally different from the real world.
When tens of billions of US Dollars had beckoned to him, Jiang Hao's thoughts had indeed become somewhat unsteady.
There was a saying: how much wealth a person possessed depended on how much wealth he could control. If he became carried away and lost himself after reaching a certain amount, then that was the limit of his potential.
After that, the wealth he gained would no longer bring beauty, but disaster.
To be honest, if not for the trials he had experienced in other worlds, an ordinary person who suddenly obtained such an enormous fortune had no idea how far he might drift.
Standing atop the mountain, with the cool breeze blowing and the forested sea and misty clouds stretching before him, Jiang Hao thought of many things. Time passed bit by bit. The sun slanted westward and slowly sank beyond the mountains. Jiang Hao turned and returned to the back mountain of the Taoist temple.
When Zhou Xinyan saw Jiang Hao return, she hurried over and asked worriedly, "Honey, are you all right?"
Jiang Hao smiled. "I'm fine. I was just thinking about some things."
After the vegetarian meal, Jiang Hao went alone to the Old Daoist's room.