Chapter 85: I Have a Friend

“He Chen, you’re truly a stand-up guy!”

After Nan Xiangwan left, Du Tiantian whispered to He Chen, both admiring and guilty.

Because if he had been in their place, he might have held out a bit out of brotherly loyalty, but if the other side had offered more money, he doubted he could have resisted.

Yet He Chen seemed completely unaffected—this was truly stand-up, no doubt about it.

“It’s nothing,” He Chen waved his hand.

Although he could withstand Nan Xiang

So, combining Kang Xudong’s instruction for Yingshun Pharmaceutical to also participate in the selection, Wang Jin believed Yingshun Pharmaceutical had ties with Kang Xudong, and those ties were likely deep.

As Kong Yingda spoke, Fang Xuanling and the others’ eyes grew brighter, unable to resist applauding in admiration.

Because the matter had been too strange from the start, no one dared mention it again—sure enough, Wu Shan was suspicious.

The guild members waited for a while before Norton finally finished crafting the alchemical potion.

In the past, when Zhao Jiacheng saw couples hugging and cuddling beneath the dormitory building, she would get goosebumps.

The purple gear that reduced Gu Qingge’s presence was also impeccably beautiful; with her current Tailoring skill level, she could never craft an ugly outfit.

The meeting had two main agenda items: first, determining who would lead each region after Yingshun Pharmaceutical’s regional reforms; second, discussing and studying how Yingshun Pharmaceutical would manage and supervise its distributors and sales channels at all levels.

Yuan Xiangdie shouted loudly, but she could do nothing about the nanny—how could she be this strong? She had never encountered anyone like this even when she was in prison.

Such a golden opportunity lay before Liu Yizhou, yet he failed to seize it—how could Liu Yizhou not be anxious?

Mu Yuwei was perceptive, and Die Lan, now equally burdened by complex emotions, had also become perceptive—and noticed this moment too.

Hou Cailing was deeply shaken; Jiang Chen’s boldness was beyond words, yet precisely because of this, Hou Cailing respected and admired Jiang Chen even more.

The force on the Immortal Land Star within the Western Immortal Emperor’s domain was called Cangtian Sect; if there were no connection between them, the Northern Immortal Emperor would never believe it—and Wang Yu was the key figure here; all signs pointed to one thing.

“Heaven never seals off all paths, but we must prepare early. As soon as the competition ends, send Wanru back to the mountain. As long as Wanru stands, our Cao family won’t fall.” Nan Junhou’s face was stern and resolute.

The great eagle landed in the Cold Palace, just as Qinglianzi and Yuan Zisu stepped out of the tunnel.

Amid one brutal crushing after another, only to recover each time with wild ferocity, Jiang Chen gave all the purple qi he had refined to Yun Qi to absorb.

“Your Majesty, the star patterns are in great disarray. Look—even under this bright moon, a brilliant star hangs in the sky, as if trying to steal the moon’s radiance.” Teng Mudong stroked his beard, his face filled with concern.

You also look down on Vice Dean Wan’s new selection contest. Someone like you can’t even follow basic rules—what use is the academy keeping you?

Jiang Chen seemed thoughtful, yet showed no sign of it internally, as if he had merely glanced casually at the black-robed man.

Moreover, at that time, Princess Anning wasn’t just mentally impaired—her body was severely damaged; the Elders’ Council said no matter how they treated her, she wouldn’t live past three years.

As the Daoists Puti and Jieyin stepped onto the Golden Turtle Island, Tongtian Shengren in the Biyou Palace stirred inwardly and said to Ruoshui beside him: “The two Western Saints have arrived—come with me to greet them.” He pulled Ruoshui, and in an instant, they appeared outside the Biyou Palace.

While the enemy was still assigning combat missions, Liu Dazhuang had already led his troops into their designated attack positions.