Unparalleled Artist: Unlikely Hero
Following his father's murder, Wu Ling's mother returned to the life of a courtesan, disguising her young son as a girl to take refuge in the Bamboo Silk House, a women's only sect dedicated to the arts. Now, as his powers awaken, he'll find himself torn between protecting his family and the goals of powerful cultivators who see him as a means to an end. "Wu Ling, I've accepted a marriage proposal on your behalf," the bewitching Hall Master of the Bamboo Silk House declared. "When you enter the Inner Sect, you'll enter under the name 'Hua Qianhu', fiancee of a young lord of the Liang family." "Hall Master, that's impossible!" Wu Ling protested. "Even if you ignore my relationship with Meifeng, I might have dressed well enough to hide as a mortal woman but I could never..." "So you truly didn't realize what you were doing," the Hall Master said, a dark smile on her lips. "Little Ling, you're a natural-born Shapeshifter. I'll teach you what you need to know," she said, her features shifting until she looked like a mirror image of the stunned Wu Ling. "As long as you follow my arrangements and learn my techniques, it isn't impossible for you to reunite with Meifeng..." "But you should consider Young Lord Liang carefully," the Hall Master added. "His affection for you is genuine. Perhaps, one day, you'll even feel the same for him..."
An Older Woman’s Affection (Part Two)
Su Xiang was the first to move, picking up the smallest of the boxes and opening it gently to reveal a pair of earrings made from the canines of the Red Mist Wolves and inscribed bloodstone disks the size of a pinky nail. Written on each piece of bloodstone was the phrase "Wolf Slayer," and the box it had come from held a matching pendant necklace of supple leather, bloodstone beads, and a pair of wolf fangs.
"Those are meant to accompany the dress in the box beneath it," Huang Yeyan said, suppressing the excitement and anticipation she felt at seeing the young Brawler's reaction to the gifts she'd prepared.
When Su Xiang opened the box, her fingers trembled as she pulled out the fine crimson-orange silk dress trimmed in the dark red fur of a Red Mist Wolf. The deep crimson-orange color of the dress brought to mind the bloody moon of the Lunar Eclipse and perfectly complimented the accent dark red fur at the dress's high neck and shoulders.