Such fine needles could snap inside the body with the slightest carelessness. Once they entered the heart meridians, even immortals could not save the victim. If Song Qingshu had not mastered the Life and Death Talisman and understood how such tiny hidden weapons behaved within the human body, even with profound cultivation, he might not have been able to force the poisoned needles out completely.
Once the needles had left her body, Song Qingshu looked at the slender needles embedded in the pillar—so faint they would be overlooked without close inspection. Because of his connection to Ren Yingying, he recognized them at a glance as the Sun Moon Holy Cult's Black Blood Divine Needles.
Could someone from the Sun Moon Holy Cult have come to the desert?
Song Qingshu was startled, but immediately dismissed the thought. Even Ren Woxing was currently in Lin'an City helping Yingying. How could anyone from the cult have traveled tens of thousands of miles to the northern desert?
Yet the needles truly were the Sun Moon Holy Cult's Black Blood Divine Needles. It was indeed puzzling.
But this was not the time to dwell on it. Though the needles had been forced out, the poison remained. He hurriedly took out an antidote pill and gave it to her. Having inherited the strengths of the Xiaoyao School, the Sun Moon Holy Cult, and Peach Blossom Island, while also being close friends with the Western Venom and the Poison Hand Medicine King, he possessed all kinds of miraculous antidotes.
With his current cultivation, he originally had no need to carry so much medicine. But after he had nearly died from the Golden Wave Poison Flower, Zhou Zhiruo, Ren Yingying, and Ajiu had each used their own channels to find him many precious pills and medicines for protection.