Chapter 236
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Chapter 236: Mu Lin: Are the Servants of the Gods Strong? I Just Killed One
“???”
Mu Lin’s sudden arrival and his “proposal” left Lady of Pleasures Shu Rong utterly speechless.
The confusion wasn’t hers alone—Qin Yuan and Zuo Li also stared blankly.
Though both men loathed the evil ghosts and had never considered surrendering to Shu Rong’s demands, their greatest hope had merely been to keep the Lady of Pleasures neutral. The wild notion of forcing her to attack other Servants of the Gods had never occurred to them.
Worse, they feared Mu Lin’s disrespectful words would drive Shu Rong into joining their enemies.
“Mu Lin, you—”
Qin Yuan tried to speak but was cut off by raucous laughter.
“Hahaha!”
Tie Xun, the Servant of the God of Crazy Hunt, roared with amusement. Far from angered by Shu Rong’s predicament, he seemed delighted. When his laughter subsided, he sneered at her: “How’s it feel to be mocked by humans? Hiding behind schemes instead of fighting head-on—no wonder they despise cowards like you.”
The Crow God’s follower joined in: “This bitch thought she could manipulate us instead of cooperating. She got exactly what she deserved.”
He then turned to Mu Lin, grinning viciously. “Human, that was quite the show. But insulting the Servants of the Gods is blasphemy. Your punishment? Torn apart by ten thousand ravens—”
Proud of his status, the Crow God’s follower sought to defend his kind’s honor. Yet before he could finish, Mu Lin cut him off.
“Insulting you? You half-breed trash actually think you’re noble?”
“???”
Even the furious Shu Rong paused, momentarily forgetting her rage. What gave this human such audacity?
The Crow God’s follower trembled, face purple with Rage. His identity as a Servant defined him—no insult could be tolerated.
“You’ll die screaming, ignorant worm! Your soul will—”
Dark smoke billowed as he unleashed his aura, trying to crush Mu Lin with fear. It failed. Again, Mu Lin interrupted.
“I know exactly what you are. You’re not the first ‘noble’ god-slave I’ve met. The Lord of Desolation’s servant also prattled about human inferiority—right before he died begging like a dog.”
Mu Lin spat. “Noble? You’re just evil gods’ garbage. Trash. Slaves.”
His words stabbed deep, contempt dripping like poison. Yet none present—Shu Rong, the Crow God’s follower, even Tie Xun—reacted to his tone. Their attention had snagged on one detail:
*The Lord of Desolation’s servant was dead. Killed by this human.*
At that moment, they all stared at Mu Lin with disbelief.
The information about Mu Lin killing the Lord of Desolation’s servant echoed in their minds.
The sheer unexpectedness of this event made their minds go blank for an instant.
When they regained their senses, disbelief flooded their hearts.
“Impossible!”
“You’re only at Spirit Pool level! How could you kill it?”
“Brat, you’re lying!”
They refused to believe it. The logic didn’t add up.
Due to the secret realm’s restrictions and insufficient sacrifices, the summoned Servants of the Gods—though the weakest tier—still possessed strength equivalent to Refining the Evil or even Condensing Essence stages.
Meanwhile, Mu Lin appeared to be merely at Spirit Pool level. Even if he was at the peak of Spirit Pool, that still meant two entire cultivation tiers separated him from his opponent.
Such a massive gap made his victory incomprehensible. Unable to rationalize it, they decided Mu Lin must be bluffing.
As this thought crossed their minds, panicked shouts erupted behind the Crow Servant.
Turning around, the Crow Servant scowled at the sight—a human cultist from the Lord of Desolation’s faction was running toward them, face twisted with fear.
The cultist’s terror and Mu Lin’s earlier claim sent cold dread creeping through the Crow Servant’s veins. Yet he clung to a sliver of hope.
“Stop your hysterics!” he snapped. “Why are you here? Where’s that idiot from the Tree of Corpses?”
“M-master…” The cultist wept. “The Desolation servant… killed by humans…”
“……”
The confirmation left the Lady of Pleasures and others speechless. Qin Yuan and Zuo Li exchanged hollow glances—they’d exhausted themselves negotiating with divine servants, yet Mu Lin had simply slain his opponent. Their efforts felt meaningless now.
While the righteous cultivators felt empty, the cultists’ minds shattered completely.
They’d sacrificed everything—their humanity, freedom, even family and friends—to serve what they believed were superior beings. Now Mu Lin proved their “masters” could be casually slaughtered by humans. The realization broke them.
“No! This can’t be!”
“Humans this strong? What have I done?!”
“I became lower than humans! Hahaha!”
“Slap! Slap! I’m an idiot! Should’ve sided with human geniuses!”
Some laughed madly, others wallowed in regret, while a few schemed new betrayals. Mu Lin’s existence had crushed the cultists’ psyche.
The divine servants sensed this destabilization and reacted immediately.
“Hmph!”
Tie Xun stepped forward first, grinning viciously. “Don’t think I’m as weak as that corpse-tree fool. Come at me, human!”
The Crow Servant followed, eyes oozing malice. “I underestimated you, worm. Now I’ll stop holding back.”
A jagged smile split his face. “You’ll regret crossing me. From today, decay will gnaw your flesh daily. Misfortune will hound your every step. Your loved ones will—”
“Something wrong?”
A calm voice interrupted. Though neither loud nor angry, it froze the Crow Servant’s blood.
Because the voice didn’t come from Mu Lin ahead—but from directly behind him.
The Crow Servant turned slowly to find the Lord of Desolation’s trembling Assistant standing at his back. The man’s lips moved again, emitting Mu Lin’s voice.
Winter-cold terror seized the Crow Servant. This was worse than meeting a ghost in darkness.
But it was too late for fear now.
