Myriad Flames Origin Flow Art (Thanks to Su Xiao's Wife-Mrs. Moretti for Supporting Lord of Mysteries with a Silver Alliance)

Ding Songyan turned his gaze to Twelfth Madam Luo.

"Let's go take a look. It's fate that we met." Luo Mingyin stood up, went out of the Rear Courtyard through the side door, and went around to the alley behind the Main Room.

Ding Songyan followed behind her and noticed a person lying in the shadows of the outer wall and trees, who had not yet been spotted by the Watchtower.

The man was young, his face covered in dust, his forehead seemingly studded with a spark. He tried to raise his left arm but failed, and could only say with great difficulty:

"Don't report this to the authorities..."

Before he could finish speaking, he had already lost consciousness.

This unusual appearance... it's not like she's Traitor to the Ghost-Wyrm Path, nor is it such a coincidence... Ding Songyan turned his head and asked Twelfth Madam Luo:

"Are you really not going to report this to the authorities?"

Twelfth Madam Luo considered for a moment and said:

"Give them a try first, and find out what happened. If this person is Outer Dao or evildoer, then hand them over to the Martial Prohibition Bureau. If not, then observe them further."

Ding Songyan did not object. He wanted to personally witness everything that happened around the Prince Kang's Residence before deciding what to do.

Although he came to Flame Capital to thwart the Outer Dao ' plot, he did not presuppose that Emperor Jianwu and Prince Kang were absolutely right. Therefore, he hoped to find out what the emperor wanted to achieve through the Consort Selection. His previous attempt to spy on Commander Han Shun's dream was also based on this reason.

Only by grasping the general outline of the situation can he better thwart the evil deeds of Outer Dao, or find a way to overturn the table, so as to prevent the infighting from affecting the peace, unity and stability of the Great Zhao.

Twelfth Madam Luo reached out with her right hand, lifted the unconscious man up, and grabbed his shoulder.

At the same time, dark clouds seemed to drift across the sky, obscuring the bright moon and stars, and the nearby streets and alleys suddenly became pitch black.

You handle the remaining traces.

"If you need to hand the person over to the Martial Prohibition Bureau later, just say you found them." After leaving these two sentences, Twelfth Madam Luo disappeared into the darkness, unnoticed by the Watchtower guards.

Ding Songyan was stunned for a moment:

"You're saying I found it?"

Is this a way of making me take the blame?

"Rebel against the Heavenly Gang!"

With a wry smile, Ding Songyan used the "Hundun State" and the "Being-and-Nonbeing Myriad Forms Qi" to completely erase all traces. The dim moon and the brilliant stars had somehow pierced through the dark clouds.

Back in the Rear Courtyard of the Cheap Wine Shop, Ding Songyan saw that the East Wing Room had been tidied up, with various wooden boxes and chests piled high in the corner, and the injured man lying on the bed, still unconscious.

"He suffered internal injuries, and his Divine Soul is also damaged." Sitting on the edge of the bed, Twelfth Madam Luo had already used her True Qi to examine the situation.

The Manager raised his head:

Do you have any healing pills?

"You don't have it?" Ding Songyan, quite surprised.

Twelfth Madam, you are a reclusive master!

I could only accomplish that move of "dark clouds obscuring the moon" by relying on my Heavenly Mind.

Twelfth Madam Luo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly felt a little embarrassed:

Good healing pills cost a lot of Silver Coins, and I don't need them myself.

"If you don't have Silver Coins, go find someone with a famous name on the Wanted Notice." Ding Songyan didn't quite understand.

Twelfth Madam Luo scoffed. "How could I not know?"

"It's just that I've stayed in Flame Capital for too long, and this place has been thoroughly searched by various martial arts masters. It's very difficult to find someone with a name on the Wanted Notice."

"Why don't you rob the wicked to help the poor? Silver Hook Gambling House would be perfect." Ding Songyan jokingly as he took out a blue porcelain bottle from his pocket.

Twelfth Madam Luo glanced at this guy:

"Won't!"

She immediately added:

"When killing someone like Hu Chaohui, I don't mind taking the Silver Coins from his body."

"But I won't steal from the gambling den for Silver Coins before I kill him."

Ding Songyan didn't say much, after all, there was still an injured person in front of him.

"Luckily, I have the ' Life-Prolonging Pill ' that the Prince's Residence awarded me." He shook the blue porcelain bottle in his hand.

Twelfth Madam Luo looked at Ding Songyan with slight surprise, seemingly not expecting him to produce such a miraculous healing medicine.

She could tell from the sound that there was only one pill in the porcelain bottle, nothing more. "Aren't there any other healing pills?" Twelfth Madam Luo asked.

"Apart from the ' Life-Prolonging Pill,' they're all just ordinary healing medicines." Ding Songyan looked at the injured and unconscious man. "I need to first confirm whether he's alright or not, and what exactly happened to him. We can't waste the ' Life-Prolonging Pill ' on Outer Dao."

Twelfth Madam Luo nodded gently:

"That's only natural."

She flicked her finger, and a strange Sword Qi shot out, piercing into the unconscious man's acupoints.

The man's eyes twitched slightly in response to this, showing signs of waking up.

"Twelfth Madam, can you distinguish between truth and lies through the Dao of Name and Reality?" Ding Songyan asked, turning his head to the side.

"This has nothing to do with the name or the reality." Twelfth Madam Luo shook her head.

Ding Songyan smiled:

"Then please excuse me for now, Twelfth Madam. I need to use a Secret Art that can distinguish between truth and lies, and I can't let you see that I'm not living up to my reputation."

"Then I'll go out first." Without asking what the Secret Art was, Twelfth Madam Luo got up and walked towards the Main Room.

She suddenly turned to the side, a smile playing on her lips, and added, "Don't worry, I won't specifically sense this place."

"So perceptive and understanding..." After watching Twelfth Madam Luo leave the East Wing Room, white patterns suddenly appeared on Ding Songyan Songyan's cheekbones, his eyes deepened, and his face shape changed.

This unusual phenomenon vanished in an instant.

He pulled over a wooden stool and sat down, watching the injured man on the bed slowly open his eyes, and heard the man's inner thoughts such as "Where am I?" and "Have I been captured?"

"What happened to you?" Ding Songyan asked gently.

Only then did the man realize someone was in the room. He turned his head with difficulty and asked in a low voice:

"It was you who saved me?"

"Not quite," Ding Songyan said calmly. "If you were Outer Dao, I wouldn't just not save you, I would kill you."

The man asked with considerable difficulty:

"Which sect, or which aristocratic family, are you from?"

"Xiaoming Sect," Ding Songyan quite frankly.

Unfortunately, he was currently practicing the "Mirror Lake Divine Mirror" technique and couldn't show his Double Pupils to the other party. He could only raise his arm, using his fingers as a sword, and demonstrate a few moves of the Xiaoming Sect's Swordsmanship. The young man didn't really watch, and after catching his breath, said:

"A group of people coveted my family's secret martial arts technique and killed my parents. I took the Secret Manual with me and escaped in the chaos, hoping to shake them off and seek refuge with a top sect like the Five Saints Sect. But I was too badly injured and couldn't hold on much longer than I did after leaving the South City."

As he spoke more, his words became fragmented, pausing for several breaths before he finally spoke:

"Your technique, judging by its appearance, doesn't seem to be fire-based. My family's Martial Arts are useless against you."

Fire element? Ding Songyan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Whose martial arts technique did you inherit, and what is it called?" he asked in a unchanged voice.

The young man hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"Originating from Fire Virtue True Lord Wu Hui."

"What he cultivates is the ' Myriad Flames Origin Flow Art '."

Wu Hui, the True Lord of Fire Virtue, who is described as having "a strange left arm and no right arm," is the younger brother of Zhurong. He can predict the secrets of the heavens, understand the stars, govern fire affairs, and possess both wisdom and courage... Indeed, he is "fire"... Ding Songyan thought of the deceased leader of the Fire-Stealing Sect.

That sect leader, who could "steal the fire and Controlling a Hundred Flames," died during a secret mission at the Prince Kang's Residence.

Based on Wu Hui's characteristics, Ding Songyan believed that one of his lineages possessed the secrets of heaven, and that it was based on astronomical deductions, possibly incorporated into the "Celestial Stars Scripture." This was the kind of divination technique he longed for, but the "Myriad Flames Origin Flow Art" didn't seem to be good at that.

"Since your Secret Manual was stolen and your parents were harmed, why don't you let us help you report it to the authorities?" Ding Songyan asked in turn.

The young man remained silent for a moment before saying:

"Among that group, there is a descendant of Zhurong."

The Zhurong lineage? There are only two in this world: the Hong family and the Kitchen God Teachings... Ding Songyan understood why the other party didn't want to report it to the authorities.

This could be a case of walking right into a trap.

This matter is similar to the secret mission of the Fire-Stealing Sect leader? Both are related to "fire"... What is Emperor Jianwu's true purpose? Ding Songyan pondered as he asked:

What is your name?

"Wu Zheng," the injured man replied, his face filled with grief and sorrow.

"Doesn't your family have any elders to pass on their skills?" Ding Songyan asked, jumping from one topic to another, making sure the questions weren't too closely related.

"My grandfather inherited the family tradition by chance, and my father is the first Martial Grandmaster in our family. This time, he came to Flame Capital to seek opportunities..." Wu Zheng gradually couldn't continue.

"You haven't even established a martial arts family yet..." Ding Songyan nodded slightly. "Your injuries are quite serious, you should heal first."

He poured out the "Life-Prolonging Pill" from the celadon bottle and handed it to Wu Zheng.

Wu Zheng knew this was no ordinary substance just from the aroma. He struggled to lift his head and said in shock and astonishment:

"Young hero, it's not worth it."

"Our Xiaoming Sect only considers whether or not a rescue is warranted, not whether it's worthwhile," Ding Songyan with a slight smile.

Xiaoming Sect... Wu Zheng repeated this name in his mind.

He came from an ordinary background and had never been to Ning Prefecture. He knew of the Xiaoming Sect but didn't know much about it. Now Huo Ran realized that this sect seemed to be just as bright and benevolent as the Five Saints Sect.

After assessing his injuries, Wu Zheng didn't refuse again. He took the "Life-Prolonging Pill" and said in a low voice:

"Young hero, I will forever remember your kindness. If I escape this calamity, I will surely repay you handsomely in the future."

The young man quickly swallowed the pill and struggled to circulate his True Qi to help the medicine take effect more quickly.

Ding Songyan's eyes revealed Double Pupils. He left the East Wing Room and told Twelfth Madam Luo, who was curled up in a chair in the Main Room reading a book, what he had just learned.

What Wu Zheng said must be the truth, consistent with his true feelings. Twelfth Madam Luo nodded slightly and said:

"The ancient sage Master Zuo cultivated the techniques passed down by Wu Hui, a method called the ' Astral Phenomena and Heavenly Secrets Scripture.'"

The sage Master Zuo Ding Songyan's eyebrows twitched slightly.

At this moment, Twelfth Madam Luo stood up, gently patted her palm, and smiled at Ding Songyan:

"In that case, you will move to the East Wing Room for the next few days to take care of the injured man. We'll see how to handle the aftermath once he has recovered."

"Huh?" Ding Songyan was taken aback.

Twelfth Madam Luo chuckled softly:

"Although people of the martial world are said to be unconventional, if I were the only one in the situation, taking care of the injured wouldn't be a problem. But isn't there you? You owe me so many favors, and you have to repay them all."

Ding Songyan glanced outside the door:

"Twelfth Madam, it's not that I care about that. I'm just afraid that if I move to the East Wing Room, it will damage your reputation."

Twelfth Madam Luo was both annoyed and amused:

"You're only concerned about my reputation now? When you used me as a shield and hid your whereabouts, didn't you care at all?"

Before Ding Songyan any excuses, the Manager spread his hands and said:

"Even now, I don't care if my reputation gets worse."

"You still need to care. Before, it was just rumors that we were flirting, Twelfth Madam now you're making it a fact. When you travel the world in the future, everyone will look at you differently." Ding Songyan tried his best to persuade her.

Twelfth Madam Luo suddenly chuckled. She looked into Ding Songyan's eyes, pointed at herself with a smile, and said:

How could that be?

"The name Luo Mingyin is fake, and my appearance is fake too. Once I leave Flame Capital, who will know who I am? I'll put on a new disguise, change my name, and it will be a new beginning."

"As for you, Young Master Ding, with True Person real name and true identity, your reputation for being a womanizer and seducing respectable women will likely follow you for life, causing your confidante to misunderstand you."

The woman smiled with a hint of smugness.

She finally got to punish this shameless guy!

P. S.: Thanks to Su Xiao's wife, Mrs. Moretti, for supporting the Mysterious Silver Alliance!