Chapter 3360: Goblins

Published Mar 10, 2026, 06:40 PM

Chapter 3360: Goblins Inside, the goblins ordered drinks and a few plates of roasted meat. Their mannerisms were surprisingly normal. They paid with actual immortal stones and did not cause any disruption. Though it did take them a bunch of gestures to order it as they did not seem to speak the common tongue of the Immortal Realm. But just as people were beginning to relax at the strange sight, the tavern door swung open sharply. CREAK Two men entered. They were dressed in ornate green robes trimmed with gold thread. Their cultivations were at the Second Tribulation stage, and behind them stood a group of six followers who were clearly hired muscle. These minions stood straighter than needed, puffing out their chests and glaring at everyone as if daring someone to look down on their masters. The moment the two leaders saw the goblins, their faces twisted. One of them sneered loudly enough for the entire tavern to hear. "Who let these demons inside?" His companion shouted, "Tavern master, expel them. These filthy things have no right to sit among humans." The room fell silent. The goblins froze. Their eyes narrowed in irritation. One goblin bared his teeth slightly and growled words in his own tongue that no one understood, but the tone was unmistakably angry. However, the leading goblin placed a hand on his companion’s shoulder and muttered something in low rumbling grunts. It seemed to be a command or a warning. The goblins reluctantly gathered their plates and mugs. They were clearly trying to avoid conflict. Meng Bai clenched his fists. "They are just eating. What is wrong with people here?" Lin Mu’s expression remained neutral, but his eyes had turned cold. Daoist Chu sighed softly. "Even in the Immortal Realm, prejudice is difficult to uproot." Cattaleya muttered, "These two idiots are looking for trouble." In the tavern, the goblins began walking toward the exit. Their posture was stiff with anger but they did not retaliate. They grunted among themselves in frustration. As they reached the door, one of the arrogant men stepped forward, leaned in, and spit on the goblin at the front. PTUI The glob of spit landed squarely on the goblin’s back. The tavern went silent. Every goblin froze in place. Their small bodies stiffened like taut bows. Lin Mu could practically sense the surge of dark instinctive rage rising within them. Across the street, Meng Bai exclaimed, "Oh no. This will not end well." Lin Mu slowly rose from his seat. He had seen enough. The last thing this outpost needed was a race conflict. And the last thing he would tolerate was cruelty for cruelty’s sake. His calm steps made the tea house tremble ever so slightly. Lin Mu stepped off the street and approached the tavern at a calm, steady pace. Each footfall was measured. He did not run, or rush, or even allow his expression to shift. Yet the pressure that radiated from him swelled like a tide. And inside The Roaring Flask, trouble was quickly escalating. The goblins had frozen for a moment after the spit landed on their leader’s back. Their yellow eyes twitched with barely restrained fury. Their pointed ears flicked like agitated knives. Their leader muttered deeply, trying to restrain them. But the two young masters did not stop. One leaned forward with a sneer. "You should bless the heavens that it was my spit that touched your filthy hide. Anyone else and you would have been beaten already." His companion laughed loudly. "Look how angry they get. It is adorable. Come on little pests, bark some more." The goblins understood every word. Their teeth snapped together. Their fingers curled like claws. Low growls rumbled in their throats. One of the smaller goblins took a step forward, and the leader had to yank him back with a harsh grunt. The tavern crowd backed away, clearing space instinctively. No one wanted to get involved. No one wanted to be in the middle of violence involving goblins. Their reputation preceded them everywhere. Yong Heng, the taller of the two young masters, pointed a finger at the goblins and taunted, "Do it. Try it. We will show you your place. You should be grateful that humans even permit your kind to exist." The goblins snarled. One spat on the ground and spoke in their guttural language, but the tone made the insult obvious. Yong Heng’s smile sharpened. "Oh, brave little vermin. Come then, come. We will show you what happens when mongrels raise their heads." Qing Kuanshu cracked his knuckles, his spiritual energy rising in small sparks. His minions puffed up behind him, clearly eager to see or join a beating. The goblin leader finally lost hold of the group. His companions slipped free of his grip, stomping forward with murder in their eyes. Everyone in the tavern braced. Someone whispered, "They are going to fight." Someone else hissed, "This will get bloody." But before claws or fists or spells could fly, everything stopped. A sharp aura sliced through the tavern. SHUA It did not roar nor it did not explode. It simply fell over the entire room like invisible blades gently touching every neck. Every goblin froze mid step. Every young master stiffened. Every minion trembled. Every cultivator in the tavern lowered their heads instinctively. Only Lin Mu’s footsteps continued. One steady step after another. Calm. Controlled. Unhurried. Yet suffocating in presence. His aura was silent, cold, sharp, and absolute. Lin Mu finally reached the tavern entrance, looked at the pair of young masters, then at the goblins, and spoke in a level voice. "Is this not too much? Why insult them when they have done nothing to you?" His tone was not loud. But the moral weight behind it made the walls hum. Yong Heng swallowed. Qing Kuanshu blinked several times. Their minions were kneeling already, trembling so hard their teeth clicked. They knew who the source of the aura was. They could feel it pressing against their backs like a mountain held upright by a single blade.

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