Chapter 19: Human Sovereign
\nCountless poisoned steel needles glittered coldly in the air. No one anticipated this Tall, thin man being Jiang’an City’s famed hidden weapons expert, known for his lightness skills and projectiles. Yet neither Poison King nor Zuo Meng feared his weapons or toxins.
\nZuo Meng drew his Long Sword, its blade moving like lightning to form a protective barrier that sliced every incoming needle.
\nThe Poison King remained motionless. Needles aimed at him melted before touching his skin. The old man’s poison defied all logic.
\nAfter dozens of attacks, the Tall, thin man collapsed, weapons exhausted.
\nSeeing Zuo Meng and Poison King unharmed amidst scattered needles, despair filled the Tall, thin man’s face.
\n“How can experts of your level exist? Why aren’t you using clan recommendations instead of fighting someone like me for this chance?!”
\n“Too noisy.”
\nThe Poison King walked past without glancing. The Tall, thin man suddenly clutched his throat, eyes bulging as blackened blood seeped from his facial orifices.
\nDead without knowing when he’d been poisoned. To Poison King, he’d been nothing but an ant.
\n“Only you remain.”
\n“The poison should be taking effect.”
\nPoison King glanced at Zuo Meng. His odorless toxin had spread through mere proximity – like what killed the Tall, thin man.
\n“I must have passed the trial.”
\nDismissing Zuo Meng as already dead, Poison King addressed empty air.
\nA blade flashed.
\nThunk!
\nThe sword pierced Poison King’s throat. Clutching his neck, he collapsed bleeding, eyes wide with disbelief.
\nZuo Meng emerged from fading poison mist, flicking blood from his blade.
\n“What made you so arrogant?”
\nThough Poison King’s martial skills surpassed Zuo Meng’s weakened state, overconfidence in his toxins proved fatal.
\nClap. Clap. Clap.
\n“Impressive.”
\nA brocade-robed man emerged from shadows, flanked by the ferry thug and a stern-faced woman.
\n“Explain how you resisted the poison.”
\n“Situ Nan?”
\nZuo Meng countered instead of answering. He’d sensed observers earlier – Poison King had too, hence talking to air.
\n“Kneel before His Eminence!”
\nZuo Meng’s pulse quickened. Activating his Eye of Fortune, he saw the man bathed in sunlight-like aura, dwarfing Master Zuo Han Sheng and Junior Sister Zuo Qiu’s energies.
\n“Human Sovereign?”
\nThe brocade-robed man smiled. “Relax. My seventh disciple slot opened when you killed Zhui. Will you join Black Wind Sect?”
\nZuo Meng’s mind raced. Stealing cultivation methods from Heifeng Fort would be suicidal now. Discipleship offered safer access.
\n“Special poison resistance,” he answered. “No toxin affects me.”
\nBlack Wind Lord nodded. “Rare, but plausible.” He’d sensed Zuo Meng’s altered constitution immediately.
\nZuo Meng bowed. “This junior accepts.”
\nThe Earth Rat’s rumors were lies. There was no third disciple – just the old man’s “One in a Million” game. Higher powers beyond martial arts were at play here, clear to Zuo Meng who’d reshaped worlds before.
\nLiuhe Sect ties meant nothing. Even Master Zuo had multiple teachers. Survival required adaptation.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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