As time passed, the entire hall was filled with seats, except for the Supreme Elder of the Aurora Hall who had not yet arrived.
Unknowingly, Dongfang Zimo suddenly opened his eyes and looked out in surprise.
"Thank you for coming to attend Ye's thousand-year birthday!"
Outside the main hall, a loud voice resounded through the sky, and a man wearing a purple robe and straight features was seen coming from the clouds. There was always a hint of evil smile on the corner of the man's mouth. He was the Supreme Elder of the Aurora Hall.
Ye Hua.
Beside Ye Hua, there are two plump and charming women waiting on his left and right.
"Is this the Supreme Elder who has lived for thousands of years?" Dongfang Zimo's heart moved and he looked at the purple-robed man slowly floating in the air in disbelief. In his mind, he thought that the Supreme Elder was a
A vicissitudes of life old man with white hair.
Just when I was extremely shocked, the man in purple robe had already arrived outside the main hall door and came with vigorous steps.
"Congratulations to Ye Tianzun on his thousand-year birthday!"
Except for the Nascent Soul monks, all the other monks in the main hall stood up respectfully and bowed deeply to the purple-robed man.
Seeing this scene, Ye Hua glanced at the monks with a grin, but suddenly found that his eyes were fixed on Dongfang Zimo.
"Huh?" Ye Hua narrowed his eyes and stared at the man coldly. Finally, he sneered and walked straight to the main seat.
Dongfang Zimo's heart was beating wildly. Just now, under the glare of the Yuanying old monster, he felt that his whole body was being seen through. Even the pure jade that shielded the divine consciousness could not block the exploration of the divine consciousness.
I have long heard that the Supreme Elder of the Aurora Palace is a long-famous late Nascent Soul monk, and his magical powers are unfathomable.
Dongfang Zimo looked a little ugly. After Ye Hua passed by him, he found that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
"Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Ye on his thousand-year birthday!"
The moment Ye Hua sat down, a dozen Nascent Soul monks in the main hall stood up and congratulated him.
"Thank you for your good fortune, fellow Taoists!" Ye Hua said, cupping his hands.
"Mr. Chen presented the Thousand-Year Dragon Song Grass to congratulate Brother Ye on his birthday!" A strong man with a beard and a strong body said, holding a long box with a shimmering light in his hand.
"Oh? Thousand-year-old Dragon Song Grass! I heard that this fairy grass only grows at the bottom of Longya Mountain, and is guarded by an evil dragon that is comparable to a real spirit. I didn't expect that it would be picked by fellow Taoist Chen Ming." Ye Hua's eyes lit up.
He said in a rather admiring tone.
"Haha! It's just a little trick!" Chen Ming raised his head and laughed.
"Although Brother Chen Dao's Dragon Song Grass is rare, it is not as good as my Spirit Extracting Fairy Liquid." An old scholar chuckled lightly, flicked his sleeves, and a bottle with exquisite patterns appeared in his hand.
"Extracting Spiritual Fairy Liquid!"
When everyone heard this, they all exclaimed in surprise.
"This is the rumored drop of the spirit-extracting elixir that can increase a person's life span by more than ten years!" A young woman in blue palace clothes said with a greedy look in her eyes.
"Hehe! That's exactly what it is!" the old Confucian laughed proudly.
"Okay! I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Lu to have such a treasure. If you need anything in the future, just come to our Aurora Palace." Ye Hua said with great joy. Then a maid came over and put away the bottle.
"Thank you, Brother Ye!" The old Confucian smiled happily and cupped his hands.
Although the others remained silent, they all knew that having a late Nascent Soul monk owe them a favor was naturally much more valuable than anything else.
After all these Nascent Soul monks gave their congratulatory gifts, the birthday banquet gradually kicked off.
Half a day later.
Dongfang Zimo finally arrived at the trade fair that he had been waiting for.
"Everyone, according to past practice, Ye will hold a small trade fair. Of course, only Yuanying monks are eligible to participate."
Those Jindan monks were already accustomed to the strangeness, and only Dongfang Zimo was stunned on the spot.
Fellow Daoist Xu had never mentioned before that only Yuanying monks could participate in this trade fair.
Dongfang Zimo's face gradually darkened.
The dozen Nascent Soul monks in the main hall looked at each other in disbelief, and then left the hall under the leadership of some maids.
Ye Hua watched those people leaving, and his eyes suddenly moved to Dongfang Zimo.
"How about this fellow Taoist also participate in this trade fair." Ye Hua stared at Dongfang Zimo and said with a half-smile.
"Senior, did you say I'm here?" Dongfang Zimo said with some surprise.
When the golden elixir monks in the main hall heard this, they looked at him in surprise and looked at him with curious eyes.
"Who is this person? Ye Tianzun can actually invite him personally. Could it be that this person has some background?"
"It must be someone from a powerful sect, my God!"
While these people were talking about each other, a beautiful woman walked towards Dongfang Zimo.
"Senior, the Supreme Elder has invited you." The woman said softly, bowing and bowing.
After confirming that he was right, Dongfang Zimo stood up and bowed: "Thank you, Senior Ye!"
Ye Hua didn't say much when he heard the words. He caught the news in a flash and appeared outside the hall the next moment. The clouds rolled under his feet and Teng Yun left.
"Congratulations to Ye Tianzun!"
When the monks in the main hall saw the Supreme Elder leaving, they hurriedly bowed and said.
Dongfang Zimo followed the maid all the way to a loft, where the Supreme Elder of the Aurora Palace stood as if waiting for his arrival.
"Senior Ye!" Dongfang Zimo did not dare to be careless and said with a bow.
"Haha, why did Fellow Taoist Yuheng conceal his identity and sneak into Ye's birthday party to make fun of me?" Ye Hua suddenly laughed coldly and stared at Dongfang Zimo with sharp eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Yu Heng? I think the senior may have recognized the wrong person, I am Dongfang Zimo." Dongfang Zimo was shocked, seeing that the old monster Nascent Soul in front of him had indeed seen through the disguise technique on his body.
"What? You're not Dongfang Yuheng from the Dongfang family?" Ye Hua screamed in surprise, narrowing his eyes into a line and carefully looking at the person in front of him.
"There are many people who look similar in the world. This junior knew that he looked similar to Master Dongfang Yuheng, so he used the disguise technique, which made Senior Ye laugh." Dongfang Zimo said without changing his expression.
"I see, maybe Ye has misjudged the person, but since we are here, let's go in together." After Ye Hua pondered, he still said suspiciously. Then he walked into the attic without looking back.
Dongfang Zimo secretly breathed a sigh of relief and followed Ye Hua with a little excitement.
He has never participated in the Nascent Soul Monk's trade fair, and he wanted to experience it today.
Dongfang Zimo followed Ye Hua to a teleportation circle. Under the flash of spiritual light, the scene in front of him turned into a simple palace, with no utensils except a hundred-foot-long table.