After giving a few instructions, Zhao Min returned to her room in a turbulent state of mind. The moment she closed the door, the smile vanished from A'zi's face.
She crept into Song Qingshu's room on tiptoe and found that he had indeed collapsed beside the bed. A'zi hurried over and shook him twice. "Young Master, Young Master?"
Song Qingshu showed no reaction, only letting out faint snores.
A cold glint flashed through A'zi's eyes. This man had previously used Soul Transfer on her, leaving her muddleheadedly serving as his slave girl and losing her virginity to him. She had no desire to remain enslaved by him forever. Before, she had had no choice—Song Qingshu's martial arts were too formidable for her to resist—but now he was drunk unconscious...
With a flick of her fingers, several slender, emerald-green needles appeared between them. They were the Xingxiu Sect's Azure Phosphorus Needles, lethally poisonous.
A'zi concealed the needles between her fingers and quietly moved to stab Song Qingshu in the neck.
She hesitated midway, but finally gritted her teeth and drove the needle down.
Song Qingshu's eyes suddenly snapped open. One palm swept out and knocked the poisoned needle from her hand, while his other hand pressed a vital acupoint on her shoulder. A'zi instantly lost all strength.
"It was you?" Song Qingshu's vision was somewhat blurred, and he could barely make out A'zi's features. His body had reacted instinctively because it sensed killing intent, but the effects of the alcohol remained. He hurriedly circulated his energy. Though he could not immediately purge all the alcohol from his system, it was enough to sober him up.
A'zi's expression changed several times before she quickly forced out a smile. "Master, your skills are truly remarkable. I once heard my master say that once