Chapter 19: Human Sovereign

Countless 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.

Zuo Meng drew his Long Sword, its blade moving like lightning to form a protective barrier that sliced every incoming needle.

The Poison King remained motionless. Needles aimed at him melted before touching his skin. The old man’s poison defied all logic.

After dozens of attacks, the Tall, thin man collapsed, weapons exhausted.

Seeing Zuo Meng and Poison King unharmed amidst scattered needles, despair filled the Tall, thin man’s face.

“How can experts of your level exist? Why aren’t you using clan recommendations instead of fighting someone like me for this chance?!”

“Too noisy.”

The Poison King walked past without glancing. The Tall, thin man suddenly clutched his throat, eyes bulging as blackened blood seeped from his facial orifices.

Dead without knowing when he’d been poisoned. To Poison King, he’d been nothing but an ant.

“Only you remain.”

“The poison should be taking effect.”

Poison King glanced at Zuo Meng. His odorless toxin had spread through mere proximity – like what killed the Tall, thin man.

“I must have passed the trial.”

Dismissing Zuo Meng as already dead, Poison King addressed empty air.

A blade flashed.

Thunk!

The sword pierced Poison King’s throat. Clutching his neck, he collapsed bleeding, eyes wide with disbelief.

Zuo Meng emerged from fading poison mist, flicking blood from his blade.

“What made you so arrogant?”

Though Poison King’s martial skills surpassed Zuo Meng’s weakened state, overconfidence in his toxins proved fatal.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

“Impressive.”

A brocade-robed man emerged from shadows, flanked by the ferry thug and a stern-faced woman.

“Explain how you resisted the poison.”

“Situ Nan?”

Zuo Meng countered instead of answering. He’d sensed observers earlier – Poison King had too, hence talking to air.

“Kneel before His Eminence!”

Zuo 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.

“Human Sovereign?”

The brocade-robed man smiled. “Relax. My seventh disciple slot opened when you killed Zhui. Will you join Black Wind Sect?”

Zuo Meng’s mind raced. Stealing cultivation methods from Heifeng Fort would be suicidal now. Discipleship offered safer access.

“Special poison resistance,” he answered. “No toxin affects me.”

Black Wind Lord nodded. “Rare, but plausible.” He’d sensed Zuo Meng’s altered constitution immediately.

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Zuo Meng bowed. “This junior accepts.”

The 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.

Liuhe Sect ties meant nothing. Even Master Zuo had multiple teachers. Survival required adaptation.