Chapter 507
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In the blink of an eye, a day had passed.
Today was the 70th birthday of Lin Moyang, the auction house's president.
Experts from various forces in the Wuji Domain had already gathered at the auction.
Lin Moyang's birthday was a gathering of big shots. Ordinary people were not qualified to attend.
The Immortal Artifact Pavilion and the Zhang Family's higher-ups were on their way.
Even if they were invited by the auction house, as the two giants of the Wuji Domain, they had to show up.
"Welcome, everyone," Lin Moyang cupped his fists and said with a polite smile in the grand hall of the magnificent palace.
"Xiaoyao Sect of the Wuji Domain wishes President Lin a happy birthday." The Xiaoyao Sect Master was the first to step forward.
"Sky Sword Sect of the Wuji Domain wishes President Lin a happy birthday!"
"Jiang Family of the Mirage Sea Realm wishes President Lin a happy birthday!"
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The leaders of the major forces came forward to congratulate Lin Moyang and presented their gifts.
Lin Moyang thanked them one by one and beamed.
"President Lin, I heard that the Immortal Artifact Pavilion and the Zhang Family will be here. When will they arrive?" The Jiang Family Master asked with a smile.
Lin Moyang smiled and said, "It's not the right time yet. They should be here soon. Please wait patiently."
"President Lin is indeed the president. The Zhang Family and the Immortal Artifact Pavilion are here to congratulate him on his 70th birthday!"
"The Celestial Artifact Pavilion and the Zhang Family are not people that anyone can invite. Only President Lin's status can move them!"
"Yes! Yes! "
The higher-ups of the major forces began to flatter Lin Moyang.
"Shenwu Sect Master and Grand Elder of the West Region wishes you a happy birthday!"
In the main hall, after the major forces had finished their greetings, the guards outside the hall shouted.
"Shenwu Sect Master!" Lin Moyang was delighted and quickly walked out of the main hall.
The Shenwu Sect Master and three Grand Elders followed the guards into the main hall. They cupped their fists and congratulated Lin Moyang enthusiastically. "Shenwu Sect of the West Region wishes President Lin a happy birthday!"
The Shenwu Sect was the most powerful force in the West Region. Its strength was enough to suppress all the major forces in the West Region!
"You're too kind, Shenwu Sect Master! Everyone, please come in! "Lin Moyang smiled and said happily.
"Present your gifts!" The Shenwu Sect Master laughed heartily.
"Shenwu Sect Master, you're too kind!" Lin Moyang.
"Mirage Sea Realm's Senluo Hall Master and Grand Elder Wu are here to offer their blessings!" A guard shouted from outside the hall.
"The Sect Master of the Heavenly Dao Sect and the three Elders of the Heavenly Dao Sect have come to congratulate you!"
One after another, major forces arrived at the Astral City Auction House. Outside the auction house, many cultivators were shocked and excited when they saw the big shots of the major forces arriving one after another.
Because of Lin Moyang's birthday celebration, all the terrifying experts that could not be seen on normal days had come to the Astral City.
The upper echelons of the major forces all knew each other. It was just that their relationship was very deep.
In the main palace of the auction house, the upper echelons of the major forces were chatting and laughing loudly.
"Not long ago, I took in a genius disciple with a seventh-grade Martial Spirit. This made me very happy!"
"My Sen Luo Temple recruited a genius alchemist disciple last month. He will definitely break through to the fourth grade alchemist realm before the age of thirty!" The Sen Luo Temple Master proudly smiled.
"Congratulations!"
"Hallmaster Senluo, an alchemist's disciple is nothing. Our sect just recruited a Second Rank Blacksmith disciple a few days ago!"
"Oh? Blacksmith's disciple? Sect Leader Zhao's luck is really good. He actually managed to recruit a blacksmith as a disciple! "
The upper echelons of the major forces were showing off their genius disciples. Each and every one of them had a proud expression on their face.
However, just as they were showing off their disciples, the auction house guard's loud shout stunned them. The whole hall was dead silent.
"Dragon Temple Master Feng Wuchen has come to congratulate you!" Outside the hall, the guard's shout resounded.
The main hall of the main palace was silent in an instant. Everyone's face was filled with astonishment. Their eyes also looked outside the hall at the first moment.
Many of the genius disciples and Young Lords of the major forces were horrified. In their minds, the figure of Feng Wuchen who suppressed many geniuses with his tyrannical strength in the Drunken Immortal House the day before appeared.
Especially Wang Yue, his face was filled with horror.
"Dragon Temple?" Everyone was puzzled.
Dragon Temple, as a new force, and a third-rate force at that, why would they come to the birthday celebration?
A small third-rate force was not qualified at all.
The auction house guard must have shouted correctly. Since that was the case, it meant that the auction house had invited Dragon Temple Master Feng Wuchen!
The Young Lord of the Xiaoyao Sect was seriously injured by Feng Wuchen, but the auction house did not respond. From this point, it could be seen that Dragon Temple must have secrets that no one knew. At least the auction house was very respectful to Dragon Temple.
"How could it be him? A small Dragon Temple Master is not qualified at all! "
"Could it be a mistake? Why would President Lin invite Dragon Temple? "
The upper echelons of the major forces were very puzzled. They all looked at Lin Moyang. Lin Moyang did not speak, so it must be true.
"Young Lord Jiang, it seems that this Feng Wuchen is not simple." Young Lord Ge frowned. Someone who could be invited was naturally not simple.
Jiang Miekong nodded slightly and looked in the direction of the main hall.
The main hall was suddenly filled with a strange atmosphere.
The Wang Family Leader, the Xiaoyao Sect Leader, and several other upper echelons of the major forces looked very ugly.
Especially the Xiaoyao Sect Leader, his eyes were flashing with killing intent.
After a while, Feng Wuchen and Ling Xiaoxiao entered the main hall.
The moment they saw Feng Wuchen, the genius disciples and young masters of the various forces immediately recognized him.
"It's really him!"
"Father! That little bastard broke my hand! "Wang Yue pointed at Feng Wuchen and shouted angrily.
"That's right! It's him! He's the one who injured us! This stinking brat is very arrogant! "
"Xiaoyao Sect Leader, that's the one who injured Brother Yang!"
Several Young Lords who had been injured by Feng Wuchen stood up and shouted at Feng Wuchen.
However, the upper echelons of the major forces were looking at Feng Wuchen. They were all sizing up Feng Wuchen, but no one noticed that Lin Moyang, Bai Lihen, and the other upper echelons of the auction house were looking at him with respect.
They knew that Feng Wuchen was Zhang Junlan's teacher. He was the most distinguished guest of the Zhang Family!
"The Astral Dragon Temple wishes Leader Lin a happy birthday!" Feng Wuchen and the others said in unison.
Hearing that, Lin Moyang stepped forward excitedly and said with a smile, "Thank you, Leader of the Astral Dragon Temple! It's a blessing for the auction house to have the Leader of the Astral Dragon Temple here! "
Seeing that Lin Moyang was so polite to Feng Wuchen, the upper echelons of the major forces were a little surprised. Lin Moyang's politeness was completely different from when he had received them.
The patriarch of the Xiao Yao Sect, the leader of the Wang Clan, and the others looked grave.
"Feng Wuchen is really something!" Jiang Miekong was very sure now.
"Leader Lin, this is a gift from the Astral Dragon Temple. It's a sixth-grade Longevity Pill!" Feng Wuchen smiled and handed an exquisite wooden box to Lin Moyang.
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