Song Qingshu was led by Boss Du's men into a lower-deck cabin. After shoving him inside, they shut the door, clearly unwilling to have much to do with him.
It made sense. He was now suspected of violating a woman from the prime minister's residence, yet he was also a guard of that same residence. Boss Du would rather know as little as possible about the internal affairs of such important people.
Song Qingshu remained perfectly calm and simply sat cross-legged in the room to regulate his breathing. Tonight's events were obviously a trap, and the other party certainly would not let the matter rest. Rather than making wild guesses with insufficient information, he might as well wait for them to come to him.
He was not particularly worried about danger. After all, he still had Soul Transfer as his trump card. Even experts would fall victim to it if caught off guard, much less the ordinary household guards and retainers aboard this ship, judging from his observations.
Still, just in case, he began considering how to recover his strength. He had grown accustomed to being a supreme expert, and his current state truly gave him little sense of security.
Song Qingshu went through the martial arts he knew. Swordsmanship, palm techniques, and qinggong clearly could not force out poison. One Yang Finger, however, which could restore flesh to the dead and bones to the white, seemed to offer some possibility. He remembered that in The Return of the Condor Heroes, Xiaolongnü had been struck by Guo Fu's Ice Soul Silver Needle at the critical moment while forcing out poison, causing the toxin to invade her organs. Later, when she encountered Master Yideng, he had lamented that if he had not been injured by Qiu Qianren's palm strike, he could